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katlupe said:
What were their names? Tell us a bit about each one.
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That’s quite a story - grab a beverage and a plate of something 🤠

1. The front horse was my first ever registered horse - a Tennessee Walker. He was coming three when a trail riding buddy found him for me when I was 42. His papered name was Bonafide Genius, carrying his sire’s name of Pride’s Genius. His barn name was Duke.

I almost didn’t get him as the Seller tried to back out when I said I would take Duke for the high price he was asking. My friend was also the Seller’s trail riding friend but he took my part by saying the Seller should have priced Duke even higher (he was already double the going price for a good trail horse), if he didn’t want to sell him. The Seller’s wife was also on my side as she didn’t like how hard her husband rode Duke.

I was so afraid the guy would back out, I drove my truck & trailer to work on Monday and left work early to drive the 40 miles to get Duke. Duke truly lived up to his name Bonafide Genius. He was uncannily intuitive, gentle hearted with a great work ethic, A big motored horse which was right up my alley, and he knew no fear. He worked from his heart.

Duke was also the alpha horse, a very fair leader. Duke was 27 when I laid him to rest.

2. The second horse on the near side was my little bay Arab that I got out of an ignorant backyard situation. Those people had zero business owning horses. The Arab was starving and they couldn’t figure out why. Maybe that obese Appaloosa who was always stealing his feed had something to do with him being so skinny.

I wrangled the price way down and also got his papers by threatening to turn her in. Streeter ended up having back injuries that would keep me from riding him - not only due to his prescribed 100# weight limit, but I am a trail rider who goes where there aren’t any trails.

We did swim the river behind the farm, however. Streeter loved to swim and I swam alongside him, holding onto a long lead line.

Streeter turned out to be the best children’s horse. He loved loved loved little children. He gave “lessons” to children under ten and many happy horse memories to children who never sat on a horse again.

Streeter was seven when I got him and 29 when I laid him to rest.

3. The sort of third horse on the far side of my Arab is the Tennessee Walker I put to rest last December. Rusty (Ultra’s Skygazer) was 2-1/2 when I bought him and almost made it to 31. Rusty had that champagne-smooth running walk that I could hold a glass of champagne on him and not spill a drop.

Rusty taught me a lot about patience. He was the oneriest horse to ever come into my pasture. When he was young, I threatened him with sending him down the road at least once a week. He was onery but he wasn’t mean, I always said if Rusty were human, he would have been A.D.D. He was one tough trail horse and always up for a challenge. Like my Arab, Rusty loved the deep water but was afraid of mud puddles on the road.

4. The horse in the back was also a registered Tennessee Walker. Even though the term “heritage” wasn’t established when he was foaled, Joker‘s Reno Sun was a heritage bred Walking Horse.

Joker was the Job of all my horses - ever. I never once saw that horse cross. He was as sweet and loving and willing as anyone could ask. Like Duke, Joker was also a “work from his heart “ trail horse. He was great about crossing creeks but I never had the chance to put him in deep water to see how he felt about it. Joker came into my life when he was 12 and was 27 when I laid him to rest.

@katlupe if you read through all of that, I tip my hat to you🤠🤠
 
Imogene said:
That’s quite a story - grab a beverage and a plate of something 🤠

1. The front horse was my first ever registered horse - a Tennessee Walker. He was coming three when a trail riding buddy found him for me when I was 42. His papered name was Bonafide Genius, carrying his sire’s name of Pride’s Genius. His barn name was Duke.

I almost didn’t get him as the Seller tried to back out when I said I would take Duke for the high price he was asking. My friend was also the Seller’s trail riding friend but he took my part by saying the Seller should have priced Duke even higher (he was already double the going price for a good trail horse), if he didn’t want to sell him. The Seller’s wife was also on my side as she didn’t like how hard her husband rode Duke.

I was so afraid the guy would back out, I drove my truck & trailer to work on Monday and left work early to drive the 40 miles to get Duke. Duke truly lived up to his name Bonafide Genius. He was uncannily intuitive, gentle hearted with a great work ethic, A big motored horse which was right up my alley, and he knew no fear. He worked from his heart.

Duke was also the alpha horse, a very fair leader. Duke was 27 when I laid him to rest.

2. The second horse on the near side was my little bay Arab that I got out of an ignorant backyard situation. Those people had zero business owning horses. The Arab was starving and they couldn’t figure out why. Maybe that obese Appaloosa who was always stealing his feed had something to do with him being so skinny.

I wrangled the price way down and also got his papers by threatening to turn her in. Streeter ended up having back injuries that would keep me from riding him - not only due to his prescribed 100# weight limit, but I am a trail rider who goes where there aren’t any trails.

We did swim the river behind the farm, however. Streeter loved to swim and I swam alongside him, holding onto a long lead line.

Streeter turned out to be the best children’s horse. He loved loved loved little children. He gave “lessons” to children under ten and many happy horse memories to children who never sat on a horse again.

Streeter was seven when I got him and 29 when I laid him to rest.

3. The sort of third horse on the far side of my Arab is the Tennessee Walker I put to rest last December. Rusty (Ultra’s Skygazer) was 2-1/2 when I bought him and almost made it to 31. Rusty had that champagne-smooth running walk that I could hold a glass of champagne on him and not spill a drop.

Rusty taught me a lot about patience. He was the oneriest horse to ever come into my pasture. When he was young, I threatened him with sending him down the road at least once a week. He was onery but he wasn’t mean, I always said if Rusty were human, he would have been A.D.D. He was one tough trail horse and always up for a challenge. Like my Arab, Rusty loved the deep water but was afraid of mud puddles on the road.

4. The horse in the back was also a registered Tennessee Walker. Even though the term “heritage” wasn’t established when he was foaled, Joker‘s Reno Sun was a heritage bred Walking Horse.

Joker was the Job of all my horses - ever. I never once saw that horse cross. He was as sweet and loving and willing as anyone could ask. Like Duke, Joker was also a “work from his heart “ trail horse. He was great about crossing creeks but I never had the chance to put him in deep water to see how he felt about it. Joker came into my life when he was 12 and was 27 when I laid him to rest.

@katlupe if you read through all of that, I tip my hat to you🤠🤠
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I read every word!
 
Horses are tired after a feed.
Same as us humans when we consume a large meal, we want to lie down and rest a while, horses can have the same experience.
While eating, glucose and insulin levels rise. Followed by a drop, which can manifest as mild fatigue.
Best thing to do? Lay down and have a rest.
 
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