After a record (for me) 48 page
thread tracking the often terrifying, always rewarding journey of Kenzie, the filly that could- I have finally decided that it is high time that she and my lovely mare Sour had the chance to own their own little piece of Horse Forum in the form of a journal. So without further to do, I present to you 'A Dreamer's Vessel', inspired by Brook Garth's - The River, which just happens to be my favorite song ever
right now ;)
First, a little bit of backround on both gals.
Age: Approximately 16 months old.
Aquired- December 22nd, 2013
Boom, or 'Kenzie' as we all know her, has lived a very unfortunate life of hardship dispite her young age. As a very short summary, she was rescued from a bankrupt breeder who had hidden six horses away in two crammed racetrack stalls in November of 2011, only to have her dam pass away to a massive stroke when Kenzie was only 2 months old. She was bucket/creep fed until she was at weaning age, then was adopted out to a seemingly lovely young family who wanted her to be their next pleasure/trail mount. About a year later the rescue happened to stop by to check in and see how she was doing, only to find that she was standing in a pile of muck, no feed, water, or companions in sight, very sick and starving to death. She was immediately pulled and brought back to us, her original fosters- only to collapse in her stall later that night. She was soon diagnosed with Equine Herpes Virus and given less than a 15% chance of living. Dispite the odds, a high fever, refusal to eat, and the fact that she stayed down almost an entire week, she was able to pull through and began a slow recovery. She has battled EHV, emanciation, worms, ulcers, abcessing, thrush in all four legs, a shoulder injury, and severe stuntinng, but somehow she is pulling out of it and is just now learning what its really like to be a horse. After a 8 week quarentine, she now has a lovely pasture buddy named Ginger and quite a few fans to adore her. She still needs to gain at least another 50 pounds and still battles ulcers and severe hoof problems, but she's made so much progress and I can't be happier! I've never met such a sweet little filly and I feel priviledged to be able to help her learn to love life again.
H:// She Don't Lie
Breed: Miniature Horse
Age: Coming five year old, born April 28th
Aquired: September 17th, 2012
Sour is my crazy demon child ;) Her story and mine is very long, but in short, I was actually there to see her be born back almost five years ago, though I didn't know it at the time. I was just a 12 year old horse crazy preteen with no experience, but I loved her from the start. She left the farm the day after she was born, only to come back as a weanling- untouched, crazy, wormy, slipper hooved, and with a halter growing into her face. Theres no reason that her path and mine should have intertwined...I was just the lowly volunteer that mucked stalls, and she was a pretty much feral minal. But it did. Unfortunately a very unkind young man got his hands on her shortly after she arrived and he attempted to lay her down incorrectly, hitting her and pushing her until she collasped, trembling. From that point on she hated people, and people hated her. She bit, she kicked, the lunged, she attacked...nothing was the limit for her. But after being abandoned in a corral to be sent off to the meat buyer, I couldn't help but want to reach out to her.
They say that green and green equal black and blue. This is true. I can't tell you how many times I got kicked or bitten by her. I don't know how I didn't manage to kill us both. Somehow though, God's grace fell on us, and she slowly learned to trust me. As I learned more about horses, I began to realize what I was doing wrong, and along with a trainer and my saint of a mentor, I somehow managed to bond with Sour. Four years later, I am proud to say that the agressive demon pony that was once hated, is now a favorite at our barn. She is by no means a beginners horse dispite her size, and she'll never be a 'cutsey little companion pony' but I love her to death, and she respects me. She is now a green driving pony and attended her very first parade on February 22nd; a feat I never dreamed we could accomplish. She has superb ground manners, is a dream to drive, and is everything I could ask for in a first horse. The two of us should have never worked out, but somehow we did. And I will never regret it!
Sour does have one foal, (not by my choice- she was not mine at the time) a beautiful dun miniature mule filly named Honor, who was born on 9-11-12. Unfortunately due to only having limited time and funds, I did have to sell her last month. I am very heartbroken, but I realize it was the correct thing to do, and her new owners love her!
and so begins our journey...