Samantha tells us about her miniature mare Faleena (who, as you can see, shares her home with some other miniature creatures) ....
Faleena is an 8 year old mini mare who was named after the women in the song El Paso. She can be sassy with adults at times but loves children and has always been very well behaved with kids. She is very brave and always boss mare. She adores June and will stand for her without being held. Her love for June leaves me a bit jealous, hehe. She had a filly named Bindi at about three years old and lost her eyelashes on the right in an accident at four. She is not a big people person other than the few humans she decides she really likes, others she just tolerates. She's got a lot of personality in a small package.
Hi! My name is Bridget. I used to be called Pandora, aka "Stinker," so you can imagine the way my personality tends to go. June thought it would be better if I had a name that represented the more down-to-earth aspect of my character, so she named me Bridget, after the Irish saint. I was a nurse mare foal but was rescued as a new-born by Last Chance Corral in Ohio. Then when I was only a couple of weeks old, I traveled with eleven other nurse mare foals to a rescue in Mississippi run by June's friend Stephanie. We were soon joined by another twelve Last Chance foals. Stephanie and her helpers had to feed us buckets of milk replacer around the clock. Some of us got very sick because we didn't have our own mothers' milk, but thanks to Stephanie we got the best veterinary care and recovered.
Most of the foals were adopted, but Stephanie found it hard to part with a couple that were special favorites. Naturally I was one of those. Finally Stephanie and me managed to persuade June to adopt me. She secretly wanted to all along, but it took her two years before she finally succumbed. As you can see, I'm very beautiful and charming, so it was inevitable. June recently started riding me, and if I do say so myself, I'm VERY good and brave and have been taking excellent care of June. As for June, she is relatively well behaved, and I haven't had TOO much trouble with her.
No one remembers where I was born, but I've lived in Ohio, Mississippi, Pennsylvania, and now on a ranch in Texas with my buddies George, Rose, and Chloe.
Some people say I'm half Arabian. I don't know what that means, but that's what they say when my neck arches, and my tail goes straight up in the air, and my nostrils flare, and I seem to be floating several inches about the ground. The other half is something more solid and tough. When you put the two halves together you get me, and it doesn't get any better than that.
Meet Pooh, a chestnut warmblood gelding who has made a huge difference in the life of his human companion. Walt tells us about their relationship ....
When I first had gotten started with Pooh, he was a huge cookie horse that all he did was look for treats. I happened to find him while trying to find something to keep me busy. I have been diagnosed with PTSD among several other mental health issues. When we first met, he had started to love on me like we have known each other for years. I had gotten to the point I was interested in trying to find a horse. It had to be like, "Pooh - love me for who I am." I know with all my illnesses I can be hard to get along with. But at no time did Pooh worry about it.
I talked to Barb to see if she would sell him. She stated that she couldn't sell him. I understood - he was one of her babies. But she thought about it once she seen the bond we had. She would free lease him to me. Now with her doing that, I was jaw-dropped shocked because I'm not used to others helping me. That is also part of the mental health issues. So we decided to take him to Karen's barn. Since we had gotten him there he is a totally changed horse.
When this all started, I was taking between 10-12 anti-anxiety meds a day. In the past like 6 months, I have been doing much better. I'm down to 2 anti-anxiety pills a day. I have to truly say that if it wasn't for Pooh I don't know where I would be at.
In the spring we are looking forward to starting a small equine therapeutic riding farm. I know how much joy Pooh has brought me in the past few months. During this time frame, I had met June while she was trimming other horses at the barn, including Pooh. I have to say that Pooh is doing his job by keeping me calm. If I'm having a bad day, all I have to do is go say, "Pooh, I need hugs," and he comes to the fence so I can get him out. Once he is out, I can play and hug on him. In those moments, I feel like there is absolutely nothing going to bring me down. Pooh is a great horse. He is a percheron mix. He stands solid at 16.1 hh. We have a great time going to the back field to ride and just get away and lost in my own mind.
Meet Amber. She is a sweet, older mare who lives near Greencastle with her other animal and human friends. Her owner, Ginny, writes about her ....
My 29 year old mare lived with a large crack in the front middle of her foreleg hoof for 3 years. The trimmer at that time kept insisting it was white line disease, and that I was to keep cleaning the crack and as long as it did not split up into the wall it would be fine. I was reassured continually that it was very common and many horses in this area had the same problem. I was frustrated beyond belief. I knew this wasn't right and I hated to see her hoof that way. Even as a first-time horse owner, I could see myself that the shape her feet was very wrong. It did not cause lameness but I feared eventually it would.
A dear friend recommended that I call June. June had been her trimmer for awhile and my friend was thrilled with the improvement in her own horse's feet since June started visiting her farm. I called and June began to trim Amber as she believed to be correct and natural. I learned that it was not white line disease, it was actually a case of her poor hooves not being trimmed short enough. Over 3 years her toes had been allowed to grow gradually ever so long by her previous trimmer. Each trim, more and more hoof was not being taken off. Towards the end of the situation, the trimmer was taking of a tiny edge around the hoof, leaving the giant crack in the middle for me to "keep cleaning". Simply put, not enough hoof was being taken off. The hoof wall was splitting in the middle to adapt and relieve the leverage pressure on the top of her foot.
Fast forward 2 years, and Amber has the nicest hooves on the block. Her feet are appropriately sized, healthy, and NO CRACKS! It has been an amazing turn-around, with a happy ending. Thanks June! October, 2015
Profiles of the horses, submitted by their owners (or by the horses themselves!)