I'm going to try and make an impossibly long story short. I've worked at a ranch for the mentally challenged, doing therapeutic riding. I've shown 2 paints in halter competitions, a yearling filly and colt that I raised to 3 years old before I had to sell them. Those aside, I also had a mustang and a thoroughbred, both geldings. The thoroughbred was my first horse, an 18 year old bay that lived out his life with me until he passed away at 25. After that, we moved off the ranch and all the horses had to go. I was 17 then.
Now I'm 20, and I'm in the coast guard, active duty. I finally got the nerve to bring up my love of horses to my husband, and instead of getting laughed at, he asked if I'd rather have tickets to go to a fantastic play and a night on the town in South Carolina... Or a horse.
Well, since I'm here we all know what I picked! He was paid for today, but I've had my eye on him for a while. I've raised yearlings, but never weanlings, but here's my chance to start!
Meet Casanova, a little paint that shares the same birthday as me, April 6th. He's my one and only horse, and someday he'll grow up to be a fine stallion. Well, that's me, and this is my boy.