Just wanted to let you know that Whisper is beginning to have strolls outside the pasture. I was so worried about leading her out, but knew I had to do it sometime. I look so forward to going on long walks with her. Anyway, this Saturday and Sunday she walked with me down the s c a r y driveway and by the very scary car. We then went to the backyard which is fenced in and I put her to work doing some mowing. We then strolled some more a little further down the drive ... to the other side of the scary car. She's slowly getting some courage. I started to lead her back in the pen and toward the barn to see if she wanted a drink and she kept stopping. I'd ask her to continue and she would but she obviously was letting my know that I was taking her in the direction she did not want to go. So I let her know it was my idea to turn her around and take her in the direction that she wanted to go. She appreciated it and eagerly went to the gate to go for another stroll. She's nervous but enjoying it. Another thing ... I'm getting her to pick up her front feet. Yep, I'm a slow trainer indeed -- how long has it been? -- over a year? It was not easy getting through to her what I was asking, but I can now pick up and slap the bottom of her front feet in order to prepare her for a trimming. I still, obviously, need to work more at it. I'm taking the same approach in teaching her to pick up her back feet but am taking that pretty slowly. At one point when teaching her to pick up her front feet, she would abruptly pick up her foot and stomp left, right, forward .. in an attempt to say "what the heck do you want me to do and is any of this what you're looking for". I immediately walked off to show that wasn't what I wanted and asked her to come to me (my way of saying no and now you have to work a little because that was really wrong). Anyway, I'm really wanting to avoid that kind of response with the back feet. She tries so hard to figure out what I'm asking. I'm not strong enough to hold her foot up like I could with the yearlings, so I got her to hold it up on her own and then I'd hold it. Took some time. Kevin made the comment that she wants to get so close to me that she ends up having to bend her neck to get her face in front of me because her body is so close. She's a snuggler and I don't discourage it. Hugging her is often the highlight of my day ... that and pulling my clothing out of Dobbin's teeth. He sooo needs to grow up :-) I haven't disciplined Logan and Dobbin for being mouthy with me. I know it's their way of exploring their world and I knew they'd grow out of it. Logan has but Dobbin .... my vet says he'll probably mature slowly. I think, by looking at him, she was thinking all the growing is going toward physical growth rather than mental growth. Seems to be true with Dobbin, but I don't know if that's a typical rule for all horses or not. He's huge !! Both Logan and Dobbin are doing ok. .......Ramona
Hi Gabi, I just wanted to shoot you an email and give you an update on Sally. She has been such a dream for us. I love her to death and my fiance says that she is totally a mommy's girl. She will follow me anywhere and is moving along so great in the training I am doing with her. She had her hooves trimmed a couple weeks ago with no sedation at all...not even a fight. I warned the shoer prior that she was a rescue and probably had been abused so he was super gentle with her. He even said she did amazing for being sedated previous times. I also attached a picture of her so you can see how she looks now!! In the pictures she has sand on her nose cause after it rains she likes playing in the muddy sand in our arena. It is so cute!! I also noticed that Joker was adopted and was wondering if you knew how he was doing. I saw the pics of him from november and he looks just like Sally. His eyes have the same sweetness that hers do. I wish we couold have taken him also. I hope that all is going well for you and good luck with all your new horses!! Sincerely, Larissa
We have six happy horses in our little herd now, and I recently said to Joe that if, for some unforeseeable reason, I had to give up all but one of them, I would keep Kavi (aka Narnia) no matter what, even if we were homeless nomads begging for feed and overnight pasture.
I'll send you some photos soon - she's going through yet another growth spurt. I'll wait 'til her winter coat sheds out so you can see her base coloration with all her dapples.
When she's on a long, loose lead, all I have to do is point in the direction I'd like her to go - and when we're walking on lead and I want her to stop dead in her tracks, all I have to do is hold my hand up like a traffic cop. I never taught her these things - she's incredibly intuitive and picks up on body language. A while back a friend of mine came to visit and asked if Kavi could lunge in a circle. I said I didn't know, since I hadn't tried it before. So we put a rope halter on Kavi, attached to a 22-foot line, pointed, clucked, and off she went at a soft lope in the direction we pointed. She's been like that with everything she's introduced to - umbrellas, tarps, beach balls, water, vehicles...
How many horses have you ever met that self-load into a trailer WITHOUT being taught to?
Another friend came over and we played one of the drafts' favorite games - donkey sticks - which my friend thought was hilarious. We wander around under the trees and find sticks and limbs to place on Kavi's and Indy's backs, balanced and intertwined. We see how many they can carry without them sliding off - Kavi walks around with this enormous pile of twigs and stuff hanging off of her in all directions, from her shoulders back to the very end of her rump, and when they eventually topple, she comes back to us so we can put some more on.
She is the coolest, most level-headed, agreeable horse I've ever met. I love her to pieces. Thank you for letting me adopt her.
Hi Gabi, Sorry I haven't written for awhile -- things have been busy. My three little equines are doing great. Dobbin (Ghost) is sweet as usual and Logan is getting cockier every day. He won't let Whisper be the head horse. She tries to nip at him and he either ignores it or will kick back at her. I must say, Kevin and I admire his nerve. Whisper is doing great. I was getting her ready to have her feet trimmed but the hoof that was worrying me broke off nicely, thereby giving me more time to work with her. Gabi, she is soooo wonderful. She now comes up to me for snuggles. I can wrap my arms around her neck and over her withers and give her a big hug -- unfortunately, I have a bad shoulder from brushing her so much and can't hug her as tight as I'd like to. I've had a halter on and off of her many times and she is getting very used to the lead rope swinging all around and over her -- over her neck, back and rump, under her legs and around her hind legs. I'm gradually increasing the speed at which I whip it around her and have on many occasions slapped it hard against her. She rarely flinches at it any more. I've put things on her back such as the small bag of hay cubes that I carry when working with her, the halter or lead rope and she's fine with it. I ask her to walk with me and hold the lead rope as if it were attached to her in order to mimick leading her. She knows that I want her to pick up her feet when I touch her leg and say "pick up", but I'm still working on her learning to hold it up for me since I can't. Just a few days ago, she came up to me twice while I had them in the barn (locked in because of bad weather) and just stood there obviously wanting attention. I carressed her forehead and rubbed the top of her head -- she likes that. She is also warming up to Kevin. I've encouraged Kevin to get her to trust him so she'll have more than one person in her life. Last night she let him pet her for a long time. We are both crazy about her. Long story short -- she's really coming along. Soon I'll be leading her out over the hills that I have been promising to take her over ever since she got here. She has stared out over those hill looking longingly from the day she got here. Dobbin is getting huge and cuter every day. The other day, Kevin and I got on either side of Dobbin and started scratching him all over. It almost seemed that he was going to collapse with enjoyment. He is such a big goofy love. ... Well gotta run ... Hope all is well with you, Ramona
George came here and awed us immensely c his feet, his size, his quietness. My husband Kier and I had never been so close to a full Belgian (just crosses who lose some of the intensity of pure drafts). Even after his peaceful time on Lazy Horse Ranch, George stilled showed signs of fear (and maybe anger?) for how he had been treated over the years. His life was never easy if the scars on his body and the fear in his eyes are any indication of life before Gabi saved him. We are so fortunate to have a natural horsemanship trainer here in the valley where we live. He is helping us communicate c George so our big boy will know he is safe and loved. George now lives in a 12 acre pasture (we rotate through the pastures on the 2000 acre ranch where we are caretakers) that has a beautiful creek running through it. When I show up at the barn after work, George looks like a giant chess horse running through the fields when I whistle. Now I know he is running for the alfalfa pellets c oil (he loves that stuff! and c a little Senior feed thrown in - oh my!) but it still warms my heart to see him cantering and looking so happy for the visit and the food. Okay, for the food, then the visit :) George came here c his dear friend Raven, a young Tennessee Walker. Please read Rave's story on Gabi's website. [below] We laid Rave to rest this summer. I really don't know who misses that skinny little guy more, George or us. Recently a neighbor told us their 25 year old QH gelding was probably not going to make it through the winter. Shogun had been losing weight and general interest in life, though the vet said nothing in particular ailed the sweet old guy. We struck a deal that Shogun could come live c George to see if he thrived better out of the bigger herd. Well, George has come to love this gentle fellow, and Shogun loves both George and the incredible alfalfa pellets c oil. He is gaining weight, and when our beautiful George the chess horse comes running to meet us, Shogun, who is deaf, watches George's lead and trots his very fastest to join the party. I'll take some photos of the 2 together soon. George and Rave came here in March 2007. In no time at all, they captured our hearts and changed our lives. We are grateful to Gabi for the time she made possible for Rave and for the life George is having. Keep the faith, Gabi. You are doing great work.
love, paige
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Rave was always a close talker. Why chat from a couple of feet away when two people (Rave and the one c whom he was talking) could be a couple of inches apart? Logical enough question. Rave wasn't even our intended adoption. George picked out this skinny little Tennessee Walker, a young boy of 4, and dragged him along to Montana. While George expressed a devout interest in food, Rave was all about the loving. And we fell for him hook line and sinker. Shortly after he arrived (and possibly accelerated by rapid weight gain - no one knows for sure), he began showing signs of a neurological problem. When my husband was out of town, I found Rave stuck on his back in the creek, struggling to keep his head out of water. Somehow my dog and I got Rave up, scared, muddy, confused, but safe for the time being. Several vets saw him, and each concluded his wobblers was progressing rapidly. We confined him to a level paddock while we tried medications. The steroids worked short term but were not an option for life. And Rave still wasn't safe to run free. While Rave was confined, George wouldn't leave him. So both boys were in a large barn c an attached paddock. We hauled in water and hay. And still Rave's condition progressed. Even on level ground, he often could not tell where his feet were, and he fell. Sometimes he would be exhausted and unable to rise. Several times I sat c him on the ground, just stroking his head, heart-broken that I couldn't help him or explain what was happening. We finally decided this wasn't how Rave wanted to live, and we knew we couldn't afford the surgical options that may or may not help him. We asked the vet to come out and lay him to rest. His last day we let Rave and George out by the creek and let them graze. Rave fell a couple of times but was so excited to be in the lush grass that he didn't get scared or upset. In 4 short months, that skinny young Walker c a silly personality and love to spare stole our hearts. He was worth every penny, and we loved every minute we had c him. Rave, our close talker. A true pocket horse (who might fall on you, but that's really a minor detail in the overall scheme of things, right?) George knew exactly what he was doing when he chose Raven to come home c him. Thank you, Gabi, for our time c Rave.
I just thought I'd drop a note and let you know how much we love Josy. Myself, husband and two kids took a horse camping trip to TN two weeks ago and I wanted to let you know was a wonderful time Josy had. It was an 8 hour trip up and all through hills, lunch and bathroom stops, and the normal traveling stops, she never flinched and was entertaining when we'd open the doors (my trailer has a full escape door up front in her stall) and the other slants have drop downs. She and the other horses were just really funny to watch.
We did picket lines at night and rode during the day and Josy had the best time I've ever seen a horse have. She was excited to go up hills, down hills, go swimming (which she absolutely loves), forge new trails and was a wonderful trail horse. I really want people to know wonderful rescue horse can be and to consider how much else they can do in their second life. Josy was so sad when she came to us but now she is loving, affectionate, willing and has adopted a yearling we took in from someone else. We affectionately call her the martriarch of our herd and the way she adopted the yearling just proves how wonderful these horses are.
I hope all is well with you up there! Best wishes, Pat
Gabi, I am forwarding this picture of Guiness (William), undersaddle, yes I said undersaddle. Saturday I was messing with and I put the saddle on him as I have been doing. Then I wanted to see how he would do with a bridle, which was no big deal. My son asked if he could sit on him so we decided to try it and as you can see from the picture he was very "upset". He did so well that we ended up walking around. Now he needs to learn what steering is and whoa would also be a helpful tool! Who would have thought he would have come so far in only 2 months. I will be happy to tell his story to anyone who has an interest in your horses, in fact, feel free to have folks email me if they have any questions. If I had the funds I would adopt more. Bless you for the work you do, Mic
January 20, 2007 was a typically chilly day in south-east South Dakota and all he arrangements had been made for the arrival of a special-needs PMU mare. I had originally decided to adopt a PMU mare who
looked perfect to me when an urgent email appeared from Lazy Horse Rescue. One of the mares, possibly pregnant and blind in one eye with one hoof in the auction ring tugged at my heart for some reason. The decision was made immediately to adopt this special-needs mare. It was like I could feel her uncertainty and fear of the unknown. This was a horse whose very life hung in the balance, a horse who had lived on the 'other side’ and would finally be able to take down the walls that so solidly protected her now. Yes, I was sure this was the right decision.
Finally, the call came that they were here and I flew out the door to my car, ready to escort my dear treasure to the boarding stable that would be her home. Even with the back of the trailer wide open to her new paddock, she was too afraid to come out, but was finally urged to step into her new life. I spent a couple of freezing hours with her just speaking softly and finally, was able to lightly touch her shoulder. Enough for the first night...
Every day after that, I spent two to four hours a day with her just 'being' there and saw those solid walls start to melt. Little by little, she gave me her trust and little by little began returning my unconditional love. I remember the first time she greeted me with a nicker and tears flooded my eyes.
Slowly I introduced her to a brush and to her delight, found out that it really felt very good. Together, we explored her favorite 'scratch me here' places and our bond grew stronger day by day. Tiny steps were all it took to help build trust. Finally, she let me take off her old halter with her old number '22' tagged to it. This final shedding of her past was symbolic and the only way to go from here was together. To me she was a beautiful dream horse and the name I gave her was 'Feather'. A lovely spirit, free on the breeze, difficult to capture but once gently in my hand, a wonder to behold.
Spring was finally here and grass started to green up. I decided it was time to take Feather out of her paddock and let her eat the yummy new shoots. At first, she was unsure and many times bolted away, but each time stopped closer to me. With time, she was content to easily move around from grass patch to grass patch with me. I was so happy with her progress and willingness to trust a human after all she had been through. She would follow me around her paddock and tuck her head under my arm, waiting for the halter because that meant she could go out and eat grass for a couple of hours with me tagging along.
Feather looked forward to the daily routine and learned to enjoy treats and the special grain I fed her. Our bond was growing ever stronger and I felt so fortunate to have been the one to give her a chance at a good life. She was showing me that her trust was growing stronger by following me around outside the paddock and turning to me when she was unsure of new things. Her blind eye meant that I had to modify things and always talked to her when on the blind side so she knew where I was. Soon, it became second nature and she relaxed even more, knowing that I would never surprise or startle her. Soon, she seemed to intuitively know where I was.
Finally, the day came when she foaled. The phone rang early in the morning and the owner of the stable said she had a not-so-little black and white foal. The weird thing was, the foal was in the next paddock. It seemed that Feather had her rear up against the hole in the wall for a shared auto-water device and birthed the foal into the next pen. He removed a panel and the two were united for the first time.
I rushed out to see the new baby and was overcome with emotion when I saw the still-wobbly, spraddle-legged pinto foal. Of course by now, it had been a little over three months with astronomical leaps gained in trust, so I walked right in and over to the foal. I looked under the tail and discovered that Feather had a colt. Petting her neck, I smiled as she nudged her new baby, his little lips formed in an 'O' as he sucked his way along her belly. With my attention riveted on the foal, my mind racing to a name, Feather nipped just the material of my thin shirt. In my own sense of wonder and happiness, I had forgotten that Feather was still getting used to me and she had just given me a friendly warning.
Understanding, I backed away to give them some room and time for their own bonding, but knew it would be only for a week or so. I just sat on the other side of the fence to think of a name for him. Like a bolt of lightning it came to me...'Thunder'. Okay, well he didn't even qualify as a light rain shower at the moment, but like any pending thunderstorm it starts small. As I sat there, dazzled by the beauty before my eyes, I couldn't help but think about the miracle of it all. Without my stepping up to save this wonderful, special-needs mare, she wouldn't have had her foal in a safe place. It pained me to think how close she had been to being discarded and this little scene would never have happened. My life was so much richer for having her with me and knowing that Thunder would grow up as any loved foal should. They are both in a forever home, never to be abused or used badly, but to be loved unconditionally for who they are...free to be horses in a strong circle of love.
As of this writing, Feather has been with me for a little over four months and Thunder is a little over three weeks old. Everyone who meets them comments on how friendly and tame they are. People who were there when Feather arrived still can't believe how she has turned around so quickly in her attitude toward humans. All she needed was a chance.
People might think that only saving one of these special horses isn't going to make a difference, but it makes a big difference to them. Rescue horses have lived 'the other side' and know what bad times are. Give them a piece of your heart and your love will fan the tiny spark of trust, kindled with patience and commitment. Just spend time 'being' with them and discover the flickering flame, hungry for your understanding, grow into a warm and cozy glow.
Hi Gabi- I just wanted to update you on Levi (FLASH). He is by far the sweetest horse I have ever worked with. He shows nothing but affection, and I have never even seen him put his ears back. I've gotten on his back a few times, and he barely even noticed (he had no saddle or anything on...just a halter). He is the most well behaved horse at the barn, and I have barely ever disciplined him for being pushy or rude. He acts even better than the other horses who have been raised by people all their lives....it really shows how well horses respond to positive reinforcement. I groom him and play with him without a leadrope, and he just stands there. He LOVES human contact. I'm going to start riding him when school gets out, so I can have a consistent schedule and all the time I need. He is great in the barn, going for trail walks, getting his feet done, and is very level headed aroung new things. Our next step is getting a bath, he doesn't mind the hose but is nervous about the water on him. Now that his winter coat is basically gone, he is absolutely stunning. He is friends with a q.horse mare and a pony gelding, and the groom eachother all the time. I'm so glad we adopted him. I absolutely adore him and can't imagine having any other horse. Thanks,Zoe PS- I attached some pictures... I really hope they get through because he has changed so much and is gorgeous....
ZOE - 6/5/2007:
... I rode Levi for the first time, with all the tack on, and trotting yesterday....
Hi Gabi and Ruth! It has almost been a month since Bandit came home, so I'd thought I let you both know how he is doing. He is such a lovebug! It took us a little while, but he is now leading like an old pro. He can back up very easily with just the push of the finger. He will lower his head when I pull down on the lead or push on his poll and he'll keep it low until the pressure is released. I can rub plastic bags and towels all over him without a flinch, he is usually more interested in seeing if it tastes good or not. He is a very food-motivated horse! I also pretend to tie him to the tree in his pasture. I just loop the lead around and the nylon creates just enough of a snag to make him feel like he is tied there. Granted, he will only put up with it for so long. We have been on a couple of walks around the property and he has encountered all sorts of scary things. The propane tank and the blue wading pool take the cake though. I can pick up his front feet for a split second, but I'm not in a real hurry to get those manners down yet. They'll come after some more groundwork. My dad jokes that we should change his name to "The Baby Face Bandit" because he is just so cute. He has grown about an inch since he got here, he is going through one of those famous baby growth spurts. He also has the silliest neigh, so we joke that he has a French-Canadian accent. His winter coat is coming in and with it are a bunch of little grey hairs. I can't wait to see what "new" color he'll be next summer. I tried to get a few good pictures of him to send, they are kind of blurry though. He just doesn't understand the hold still for a moment thing, yet. I also sent a Halloween themed one. He is "Bandito" for Halloween, Antonio Banderas watch out! Hope you both are doing well! Thanks again for giving me the opportunity to adopt this guy, I just love him to pieces. - April & Bandit
Gabi, Splash was picked up last Wednesday and arrived here safely. He is healthy and doing well in his new surroundings. Right now he is with my trainer at her barn. She rode him briefly under saddle a couple of days ago. His front hooves are tender and we have a farrier coming out this week. Hopefully we can get him taken care of. He is a very mild mannered horse and is getting use to being groomed, washed and accustomed to people being around him. Being in a Saddlebred barn he is the topic of conversation and everybody loves him. I hope to have him out here at our place in 30-60 days. We will see how quick he responds to the trainer, if he is as quick as he is now it should not be long. Will send you pics as soon as I get some via e-mail. I can't thank you enough for working with me and making this adoption possible.
Hi Gabi, I have just returned from visiting the horses, and wanted to send you a snap shot of Billy (Jack Frost) in his new stall; he is neighbors with Indy. Oh! and a picture of Eddie and Indy. We love them all very much! Chloe looks beautiful, her coat is so velvety and shiny, she truly is the Queen Bee around the barn. Thanks again, and hope you are all doing well.
I got the pictures developed and all the film was fuzzy, snowy fuzzy so I'm going to buy a new camera, digital this time! I want to show off how good Josie looks! She's put on just over 200 pounds, her ribs are gone, a new coat has grown in and boy is it shiny! Her muscle tone is getting better each day and she's such a hoot! We are still working with her and her back feet being trimmed. The front is fine but she has trust issues about her rear end still. All her scars are disappearing and she's a normal, happy horse enjoying the company of her herd mates!
She is a wonderful trail horse and will go anywhere, do anything and gets excited when she knows we're going for a ride. She and my gelding, all 15.2 hands that he is, like to race each other and Josie will slow down enough to let him catch up, take a quick look, lengthen her stride a bit and leave him in the dust. I wish we had a video camera, its priceless to watch!
We are completely over the tick in the ear trauma, have all our shots, trailers like a dream and is a giant puppy. She and my husband are inseparable but if she gets a boo boo, not matter how small, she still comes running to me and will stand while I clean it an apply whatever ointment I need to. She likes to roll in ant beds lately so a little cooling ointment and she's good! .............. Pat
.... Keera and Sky do really well at their new home. I did the best thing by adopting them together. They stuck by each other as the pasture of 15 horses greeted them. The resident horses seemed to accept them. The lead horse in the pasture is Maverick, a huge dappled grey draft horse. He seemed to really like the youngsters. I have a great support system of women my age at the stables. A lot of kids too, for my boys to play with. I've been teaching the Moms about PMU rescues and I've given them your website. Hopefully, more of your horses will find homes. At least they are talking and will tell their friends too. Let me know if you need anything else. I'll send you pictures as she grows :) I feel so proud to tell everyone that these 2 PMU babies are my horses. The work you do is so important and I feel privileged that I was able to be a part of the whole process. Take Care!! Stephanie
FEATHER 5/27/2007
THUNDER - 5/27/2007
09-30-2006: Billy (now "Jack Frost") in VA
09-30-2006: Indy in VA
09-30-2006: Eddie in VA