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Horses who make a difference in mine.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hoofprintsacrossmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hoofprintsacrossmyheart.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372237170571450884/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Jet Parrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295972785710017628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/S0B88RiM8RI/AAAAAAAAABA/fivS76wpQbs/S220/CIMG0774.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/HoofprintsAcrossMyHeart" /><feedburner:info uri="hoofprintsacrossmyheart" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYBRXc8eCp7ImA9WhdUEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372237170571450884.post-5655749264135471890</id><published>2011-09-27T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T00:42:34.970-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-29T00:42:34.970-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Equine Art 2011" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lessons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="knee replacement" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horseback riding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emerald Downs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="injury" /><title>Lameness</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
It's almost embarrassing that after more than a year of being a (fairly) consistent blogger I have seemingly fallen off the face of the blog planet. I've thought about it many times...about the folks who followed it pretty regularly and feeling almost like I let them and myself down. All I can say for myself is that my mind went numb for awhile. I'm not saying that it's all better, but I have been feeling a bit more creative lately. Sadly, I doubt I'll be able to recount all my adventures since&lt;i&gt; Derby&lt;/i&gt; ...which I am most certainly aware that I left the blog with a photo from Derby..and then nothing...nada...nil...*insert chirping crickets....* until now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What I've been going through mostly has to do with my knee. This has been, by far, the hardest thing I've ever had to do physically. While there certainly have been some triumphs in the process, I can not say that it's all better, not by a long shot!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It might've been the pain management. I am typically one of those people who never uses the full prescription or even the full dose. I'm what ya might call a lightweight in those areas. Being "on" something has never appealed to me in any way and I've typically been able to muscle through whatever discomfort I had in the past. I've been told I have a fairly high pain tolerance...but not this time. After I had to refill prescription after prescription and not feeling like I was progressing as fast as "I" thought I should in physical therapy my psyche got the best of me...and I do mean that in the most literal of ways. It seemed to drain more than just my creativity, it felt like it took away my ability to complete anything. Everything seemed like a struggle.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I eventually progressed to the point here I was riding in lessons once per week and was back to a walk/trot/canter on my favorite schooling horse, Jag. By late June (2 months back in the saddle) I had also been able to ride Coconut again as well too which made me very very happy...and hopeful that I was coming out of the fog.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First ride after knee replacement&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
...but then I had a set back...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Earlier in the year I had a dream that Maeve painted this painting of horses racing in hues of white, cream and gray. It was quite different than the colors she typically works with and in my dream she entered into the Emerald Downs Equine Art 2011 show and WON! When I told her about it she said that since I dreamed it, it was my painting to paint....good gawd...NOooooooo...I can't even seem to complete a sentence let alone a painting but I took her challenge and started going to &lt;i&gt;work&lt;/i&gt; at her studio on a pretty regular basis. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sketched out what I remembered the painting in my dream to look like and eventually transferred it to canvas and began painting. As hard as I tried to stay in the color pallette of my dream painting, I could not help myself and kept reaching for color...and the more color I added, the more it seemed to want and the end result was nothing like I had imagined in the beginning but I found a "finished" point and decided that I would, in deed, enter it into the art show. I wasn't confident that it was good by any means, but I was pleased that I had actually acheived a goal and there was nothing going to stop me from entering that piece in the show. I didn't care how well or poorly it might be received, the point was it could not be complete until it was at the show.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Color Splash (pre-framed)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
After an online poll of my friends, I had decided to call it "Splash 
Dance" but when I wrote out the entry I called it "Color Splash" &amp;amp; that name stuck. I framed it, drove it to the track and happily handed it over to the show organizers ...and exhaled deeply.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The following night was the Artist Preview Party. It's a really nice reception with wine, beer &amp;amp; hors d'oevres followed by the awards. We had some food and Les was off to grab a glass of wine and I was going to get a water or coffee but when I passed the food table, I stepped on an egg roll (or some lumpia looking thing) that was on the ground, slipped &amp;amp; fell. I don't remember much except that someone offered me a hand up and so I bent my right knee to stand and my foot slipped again. That's when I noticed the food lodged under my sandal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Something in my head just clicked and I told the gentleman trying to help that I thought I just need a moment to gain my composure because I'd had a recent knee replacement and I just wanted to figure out how I was going to get up off of the floor (decently...modestly...I was dressed in a very summery dress with a little white sweater and pearls...I wanted to make sure that I did this with dignity &amp;amp; that, I thought would take a little bit of an assessment of the situation).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That's when I gently pulled back the hem of my dress to check out my left knee, the replacement side and was suddenly horrified to discover that there was a hole..a giant gaping hole in my knee....approximately 5" long and probably 3-4" wide...and bleeding...a lot. I thought "oh crap!", in fact I may have said it out loud, and quickly pulled the hem of my dress back down to cover it secretly hoping no one else had seen it...but that horse had already left the gate and there was suddenly a collective gasp around me &amp;amp; a rush of people coming to help. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I honestly can not say how it happened, but the scar from the surgery had been ripped open and had taken a left turn across my knee about half way up. I remember that a very nice young woman stayed with me on the floor while team after team came to see what they could do. First it was the young woman who asked for clean linens from the caterer...and then Emerald Downs security, who bless his heart, called in the EMT's &amp;amp; told them I was 30 years old (love that man!), the EMT's decided that I needed to be taken to the hospital so the next team was the ambulance crew.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I landed on the ground next to Robert Geller, the track announcer who kept me chatting about my piece and we even talked about the fact that I'd actually used Bucky B Lucky's last race as the inspiration. He remembered Lucky, even recalling that he was "a good miler". That made me very happy and really all I wanted to do was talk about Lucky...I didn't want to think about my knee or the fuss or any of that. I guess I wanted it all to just disappear. Sadly, it could not...and the ambulance came and hauled me away to the hospital where it took 22 stitches to repair me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a situation that instantly took me back to 2008 and the SAFE show (my first show ever) where I was injured 8 weeks before the show and was grounded until 2 weeks before the show &amp;amp; with 6 weeks off, I could have 2 weeks to get ready to ride in the show...but at that 6 week mark my broken rib was re-broke by a chiropractor and I was sunk!...this time I only had one month until the SAFE show and should have the stitches out in two weeks. They actually told me 10-14 days and I wanted to give it every opportunity so I waited the full 14 days...in a brace to keep it from bending, driving my truck because I could not drive my stick shift Escape and NOT riding...in fact, I had to take it really really easy because I wanted back on the horse as soon as humanly possible.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the 14 day mark I had the stitches out and was really hopeful that I still had time to get it together to ride in the SAFE show. Two days later I slipped in the garage and ripped the whole thing open again. Apparently it was not completely healed...how was I supposed to know that just bending it would pop it all open ...argh!! So...yes, I was grounded from riding (or trotting in-hand or anything remotely close to risking injury) and would not...again....be showing Coconut to my best ability. It was an instant realization as I was sitting there on the garage floor... I'm not typically hysterical but I cried harder than I think I've ever cried out of frustration that everything I had worked so hard to push through my difficult knee recovery ...with the goal of riding Coconut at the SAFE show...was a complete loss. There was really no way that I would get it back in time safely. Back to the hospital I went to get stitched up again!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I threw myself emotionally into the organizational side of the show, which was also very difficult working around my own heartbreak, but the show was a huge success and I know it needed my extra hands, so there is that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My knee, however, has survived it's ordeal and as of 2 weeks ago, after the extra time that Dr. Hunter asked me to give it this time, I am riding again...just walk/trot right now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I keep thinking about a conversation I had with former jockey, Nick Martinez, while we were at the Old Friend's Homecoming party the day after Derby: He told me that he had a bad fall that required him to get a knee replacement and it was 9 months before he felt normal again. He returned to professional racing after 18 months off and continued to ride for 6 years until he retired but still worked as an exercise rider for a few more years after that until he was able to pursue his passion for painting Thoroughbreds full time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The afternoon before my fall at the art show I had just had a really great ride with Jag &amp;amp; was feeling really hopeful about what my new knee was going to be able to do once I was 100%. I think the biggest blow was not that I got hurt but that it was going to set me back so very far in my recovery and severely delay my return to 100% riding. I was mentally exhausted from the process already by that time and was just starting to see a glimmer of hope...the tiniest of lights at the end of the tunnel. The second fall was just too much and if I hadn't been able to find my blog voice before, it certainly wasn't going to be anywhere accessible within my psyche at that point. But now that I'm back pursuing my passion for horses, especially riding them, I'm feeling a little more hopeful...a little more able to share the good things without peppering everything with the frustration and helplessness of the knee saga.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It occurred to me that I had to write this...to tell the horrible part of the tale...so that I can get on to the rest of it because there are still so many good things that have happened in the last 6 months...so many stories that fit into my theme of making a difference in the lives or horses and horses who make a difference in mine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I've felt as though I was stalled...mentally...and, perhaps metaphorically as in the treatment for a lame horse. But now I'm still limping but have some light turnout time...it's all part of the process. I'm hopeful it works. I hate being lame!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8:00 pm leave Churchill Downs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10:45 return to hotel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TIRED!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ The Kentucky Derby Museum is very interactive. They have a display where you can watch any Derby video replay you want. You can also learn to bet on an interactive animated race so we played each other (I won!) and there's a chance to race each other on the back of a Derby horse. I opted out of this one because it requires you to stand in the stirrups for about two minutes. Les &amp;amp; Mike made interesting jockeys but in the end Mike won.&lt;br /&gt;
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One part of the track tour takes you by the Eight Belles' tribute in the garden of the museum. I was there the day she broke down and had to be euthanized.&amp;nbsp;Seeing&amp;nbsp;her tribute&amp;nbsp;always brings back the memory of how hard I took that and the gratitude for my racing&amp;nbsp;friends back home in Washington who invited me back to the track after almost a year away, showing me that it's not always like that &amp;amp; to get to see a racing barn who really cares about their horses which led me to get to know many more who I consider to be good owners and positive role models in the racing world. While Eight Belles' injuries didn't indicate poor ownership, it did&amp;nbsp;give&amp;nbsp;racing critics more to raise concerns over. I always say that I dance a&amp;nbsp;fine line between race &amp;amp; rescue.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am a life-long race fan but I am fully committed to equine rescue. I believe there is room for me in both worlds, but I still mourn the loss of this great filly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another bonus of going to the museum was that Secretariat's jockey, Ron Turcotte was there for a signing and Mike was thrilled to meet him and get a signed copy of Secretariat's Derby Winner's Circle photo. &lt;br /&gt;
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As you see above, Lynn's Paradise Cafe has a lot of humor in it's decor. I had to laugh at their horse outside...&lt;br /&gt;
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The guys headed to the Pegasus Parade. I didn't think I was up to walking/standing for a few hours so I dropped them off and ran some errands.&lt;br /&gt;
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Later on we went to the Tilted Kilt for dinner. It's an Irish Pub/Sports bar and I was THRILLED that along side Basketball, Baseball, Golf &amp;amp; ESPN, there were several Tv's tuned into&amp;nbsp;German Eventing! I got to watch Dressage, Cross Country &amp;amp; Arena Jumping highlights while the guys enjoyed their own interests. I LOVE Kentucky!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Today we went back to Churchill Downs for the Oaks. As they say here, "Fillies First" as a nod to the running of the girls on the day before the (mostly) boys on Derby Day. We certainly had a good time and we each got to cash in a few winning tickets! The hat is always a big part of the day and this year's hat is a cream colored version of last year's Derby hat (in black) with lillies from Oaks days past plus two new brown lillies to match my floral dress with brown accents. &lt;br /&gt;
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My pick for the Oaks, Zazu (from Zenyatta owner, Jerry Moss) didn't quite get there for me.&amp;nbsp;The winner&amp;nbsp;was Plum Pretty, who did stand out to me but that's easy to say *after* the fact. She had a great race! Congrats to her and her connections.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ I did have one winner with a Washington connection. Blind Luck is owned by Mark DeDomenico who's Pegasus Thoroughbred Training &amp;amp; Equine Rehabilitation Center is located in Redmond. We had the great fortune of watching her win the Kentucky Oaks last year &amp;amp; her return to the Churchill Downs winner's circle today in the 26th running of the La Troienne. She did stumble coming out of the gate which is always scary but she came back to win it! Here's a couple of photos from today...&lt;br /&gt;
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The weather cooperated with us most of the day. I even had to apply sunscreen a few times but it was also pretty chilly at some points too. I hope tomorrow is at least as kind to us but there is rain in the forecast for later in the afternoon which is right about Derby time! We'll see. &lt;br /&gt;
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The mix may have changed but the aim did not. He really had to work hard for this year as, for some reason, we failed to make the cut for the initial drawing to purchase reserved seating at the Oaks/Derby. Getting tickets was a bit of a worry for us and while he continued to watch tickets on ebay going for quite a bit more than we typically pay for our tickets, it was starting to make more sense to purchase the Taste of Derby tickets for around $500 each and get food with it too vs paying more than that just to buy a set of tickets on ebay. &lt;br /&gt;
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It came down to early April when he had this great idea...Since I'm walking challenged at the moment he thought he'd call the track directly and see if they had any disabled seating available. I had already told him that his back up plan to buy an infield ticket for $40 was NEVER going to fly with me. We typically get to the track around 10am on Derby day and standing around until 7pm was going to turn me to mental &amp;amp; physical mush. It seemed like a great idea to me...but it turned out they had very little disabled seating and it was all sold by the time he called. He was about to hang up when he thought to ask if there were ANY seats left and the customer service gal said that yes, they did have some tickets available in Section 120.....ONE TWENTY!?!?!?! Yahooooo!!!!! That's still on the racing side of the finish line and you get to watch the horses pass you twice during the race as you get the excitement of the start and the thrill of the finish. AND...at face&amp;nbsp;value too!&amp;nbsp;Perfect! He was able to buy 3 sets of Oaks/Derby tickets and *whew* our trip was back on track...with very little time to spare!&lt;br /&gt;
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While he'd been on the Derby ticket hunt he had already moved our hotel reservation due to a better deal that came along, reserved our rental car at a very reasonable rate and purchased "Dawn at the Downs" tickets on Millionaire's Row up on the 4th floor which is breakfast while you watch the morning workouts!&lt;br /&gt;
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We arrived at Churchill Downs this morning at 7:00am and made our way up to the 4th floor just as Dialed In was getting his workout. We only caught it on one of the hundreds of TV screens but as soon as we were shown to our table (#6, right by the front window!!! Thanks for the early thinkin' Les!!) I ignored food and drinks and headed right out to the famous Millionaire's Row rail terrace and watched the ponies!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Les &amp;amp; I on the rail at Millionaire's Row&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿One of my favorite things to do at home is to go have breakfast at the &lt;a href="http://www.quarterchutecafe.com/"&gt;Quarter Chute Cafe&lt;/a&gt; and watch the horses pass by on their way in or back from their morning workouts. We get to see several horses in the hour or two we're there but there were horses everywhere you look on the track at Churchill Downs. It was hard to keep up with the who's who and who's where. Thankfully there was an announcer giving a running commentary so we were able to figure out when the Derby &amp;amp; Oaks horses were on the track (plus the Derby horses all had yellow saddle blankets with a rose on it while the Oaks Fillies had pink ones!)&lt;br /&gt;
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The breakfast was good and so was the conversation. We shared a table with a couple of teachers from Ohio &amp;amp; a group from the Bay area,&amp;nbsp;they all&amp;nbsp;seemed to be avid race fans so it was fun to talk racing with everyone but I'd take a few bites and head back out to the rail to watch. &lt;br /&gt;
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I wish I could tell you who all these horses are. I only took photos of Derby &amp;amp; Oaks Horses. Among them I do know we saw Derby horses, ArchArchArch, Animal Kingdom, Twice The Appeal, Santiva, Soldat &amp;amp; Midnight Interlude. Oaks Fillies included Daisy Devine, Joyful Victory, Lavender and Lace &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;Zazu...and that was just who I can remember off the top of my head.&lt;br /&gt;
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One that I do remember is Bonnie's pick, Shackleford, for whom I still have the exact same two $5 bills in my wallet that she gave me for her bet on him!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's Shackleford right in the center &lt;br /&gt;
(as Bonnie said "going the wrong way")&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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It was a wonderful morning and I'll have to add it to "My Picks" of Derby-Must-Dos. We were actually among the last to leave and got herded out by track employees but on the way out we did get one last surprise. A HUGE hand-blown glass replica of Churchill Downs. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This display was at least 4 feet high and 10 feet long.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every horse, every spectator, every detail...hand blown!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ Someone had a grand passion and look where their work ended up...on Millionaire's Row...kinda like me and my passion, on Millionaire's Row for the Morning!&lt;br /&gt;
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The first thing to consider is that Derby WEEK is amazing. To the best of my knowledge, there is not another horse racing centric event series like it. Of the three, ( Derby, Preakness, Belmont,) Derby is the only one that creates THAT much of an event. The week preceding Derby Day is FULL of fun. It is also full of changes to things that are not available in any other time of year because everything in the entire Louisville area is in Derby Mode.&lt;br /&gt;
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While it's possible to fly in see the derby and escape immediately, I can't for the life of me figure out why anyone would...especially if they LOVE horses!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the Must-See's is the Kentucky Derby Museum &amp;amp; lunch at the Derby Cafe. I think we were able to do both on a Wednesday before Derby but it's closed for Oaks Day on Friday and Derby Day on Saturday. Thursday is typically a private luncheon so the cafe is closed but it's a good idea to check their calendar or contact them first to see what they have planned.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.derbymuseum.org/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.derbymuseum.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.derbycafe.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.derbycafe.com/&lt;/a&gt; (Hot Browns are a tradition &amp;amp; very yummy there!)&lt;br /&gt;
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That's probably a good day to just go to the track and explore, watch a few races while the crowd is minimal. Oaks &amp;amp; Derby Day are a ZOO! You can typically get to your seats and some key other places but it's not a day to get the feel of Churchill Downs. I'd even suggest that Mom/Dad join the Twin Spires Club and start getting updates on events. &lt;br /&gt;
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Then there's the Derby Festival. LOTS of events and a HUGE Waterfront party in Downtown Louisville on Friday night after the Oaks. There are usually large act music groups who play..for free! Lots of Derby excitement and family oriented as it's intended for the locals. You buy a Pegasus Pen at any Kroeger Food Store and it gets you into any of the Festival events. I think they're $4 and they are at every check out line.&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of Kroeger: at the Middletown Kroger Food store on Shelbyville Rd&amp;nbsp;(**eta** I just learned that they moved it this year to the Hubbards Lane Kroger...just in case you were headed out to see it) they make the Derby Rose Garland on Friday night before the derby. I know it sounds silly but it's a LOT of fun to go there and watch them sew the roses on. It's a huge deal! They have live music &amp;amp; the whole store has Derby Traditional food for sampling plus a life size model horse with a mock Rose Garland that you can take your photo with. The line to see the garland being made is a little long but they come by with free rose petals, pins and sometimes snacks! I take folks there and have never waited more than 45 minutes to see it. You've never had so much fun in a grocery store! I believe they also do it on Thursday for the Lilly Garland for the Oaks race on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also love TACK shopping in Kentucky. There are several great ones around Louisville and Lexington as well as a race tack shop right near the track: Luckett's &lt;a href="http://luckettstackshop.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://luckettstackshop.com/&lt;/a&gt; makes custom racing/exersize saddles and leather halters. I bought really nice used ones from a box for $15 each when I was there last year. But a new one is a really cool way to remember the Derby at home every day in use with your own horse (I have one other suggestion about that too...later). Bob Mickler's, The Hitching Post &amp;amp; Kentucky Horse Supply are also great. My husband let me have a whole day of tack shopping for my birthday last year in Louisville and I wished I'd packed an extra bag! It was so fun, I felt like a horse crazy 13 year old, myself!&lt;br /&gt;
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Most of the Horses are out in Lexington. There are few in-person horse experiences in Louisville, especially during Derby but Lexington is about an hour away and my personal favorite place in Kentucky! The majority of the breeding farms are out there and you can go on organized tours through Thoroughbred Heritage Farm Tours: &lt;a href="http://www.seethechampions.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.seethechampions.com/&lt;/a&gt; or you can contact local farms on your own to try to arrange tours.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also highly recommend the The Thoroughbred Center in Paris, KY (minutes from Lexington). I'd take the early morning tour so you can see the workouts. They take out out to the practice track and through the barns. On our tour we met a trainer and got to hear how he prepares horses for racing &amp;amp; got to pick his brain a bit. It was awesome! They have something like 1,100 horses there and train year round. It turns out there are 5 tracks in Kentucky and this place is central to all of them. They run horses year round, a month at a time at each track, plus an extra month at Churchill &amp;amp; Keeneland (the MOST beautiful track I've seen!). &lt;a href="http://www.thethoroughbredcenter.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.thethoroughbredcenter.com/&lt;/a&gt; Book your reservation well ahead of the trip on that one.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another excellent Lexington adventure is the Kentucky Horse Park. It's like Disneyland for Horse people!! I have not been there since the World Equestrian Games but I have been there twice before the games and then spent all two weeks of the games there last Sept/Oct. The facilities they put in for the games are magnificent. You can ride trail horses (slow, but a run way to see the place) for a tour but you can also drive out through the Rolex 3 day Cross Country course (which runs the weekend before Derby, typically...so much of it is still set up). Inside the park there is a museum of the horse, several breed demonstrations and a Parade of Champions where you can meet the horse that won the Derby on my honeymoon, Funnycide...among others!&lt;br /&gt;
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Also located on the grounds of the Kentucky Horse Park is the Makers' Mark Secretariat Center where they take off-the-track Thoroughbreds and retrain them for post-racing careers in pleasure, jumping &amp;amp; dressage, getting them ready to be adopted. It's a really great way to give a race horse a chance at a great life beyond the track. I understand they do allow visitors but not on Sundays and it's a good idea to contact them well ahead of your trip too. &lt;a href="http://www.thoroughbredadoption.com/Makers-Mark-Secretariat-Center-c8.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.thoroughbredadoption.com/Makers-Mark-Secretariat-Center-c8.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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If you are in Lexington on Sunday after the Derby, you can also attend the annual Homecoming Party at Old Friends, a racehorse retirement facility. We've gotten some of our BEST Derby mementos there at their fundraising silent auction. Two years ago I came home with a 5' original painting and last year my husband got an autographed Hall of Fame induction "jersey" for Bob Baffert! They have this party and usually have food &amp;amp; some really cool auction items. They typically have several halters worn by actual TB Champions. Two years ago they had Big Brown's halter, donated by his owners. There are sometimes art, photography and other stuff there, I've even seen the personal scrapbooks of certain horses auctioned there. It's a great evening for a great cause: to give a retirement home to Thoroughbreds.&lt;br /&gt;
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I would suggest to spend Sunday/Monday in Lexington to get the full horse experience.&lt;br /&gt;
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While in Lexington there is also Quillin's Tack Shop...where they make the special PINK Leather Halter for the Kentucky Oaks Fillies (and a certain special Arabian Mare in Washington!!!!) They are another race centered tack shop but it's amazing to see what they make there and it's not ALL about racing! &lt;a href="http://quillin.com/jshop/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://quillin.com/jshop/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Another fun day in the "area" is Shelbyville (bout half way between Louisville &amp;amp; Lexington). It's the Saddlebred horse Capital of the world &amp;amp; the local visitors bureau will take you on a farm tour for free (if you decide to donate, it goes to a therapeutic riding center) and you get to see one of THE most lovely working farms I've ever been to! &lt;a href="http://www.shelbyvilleky.com/horse-farm-tours.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.shelbyvilleky.com/horse-farm-tours.html&lt;/a&gt; This is also the home of Claudia Sanders Dinner House (that would be Mrs. Sanders of the KFC fame) she opened a dinner house with her private recipes after they sold their Kentucky Fried Chicken business. The place is fun &amp;amp; the food is served family style. I would never actually go to KFC in Kentucky when I have THIS option!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://claudiasanders.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://claudiasanders.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will also add that my husband has also attended the Belmont and just did not have the same experience has we've continued to enjoy in Kentucky going to the Derby. At first we thought it was a once-in-a-lifetime but we just couldn't stay away...and it's almost yearly now! I tell him we're practically residents!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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OK....that's about all my brain can spew out at one time...but I LOVE Kentucky and hope that any of you who make the trip has a, likewise, amazing experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372237170571450884-4211692228378203624?l=hoofprintsacrossmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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ya know, I actually did write a little but thankfully in my pain managed haze I had the good sense not to hit the publish button. It seemed a little like the right thing to do to chronicle my progress but as I went back to read it I found it just a tad too graphic and not really things I want to share. It may have proved humorous for some who know me but I'm thinking (now) that my drug induced rants on knee replacement recovery are just a little too much for this forum. I will, however, write about the process because I've learned that I am not the lone equestrian who's undergone joint replacement and have chosen to continue to ride. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just a quick update to say that this has been very difficult and it's only been the last week that I've begun to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I've ridden twice now and am taking this recovery time to revisit my riding basics. But that's all going to have to wait just a little while because I happen to be smack dab in the middle of another exciting equine adventure...&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm sitting in a hotel room in Louisville, Kentucky for another week of horses and fun for Derby 137. My husband, Les &amp;amp; my brother-in-law, Mike and I are here and already having fun in the place I'm calling my Old Kentucky Home-away-from-home.&lt;br /&gt;
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We had great luck with out standby flights and even got here 3 hours earlier than expected (as well as 3 hours earlier than our luggage) so we rented our&amp;nbsp;car and headed for one of our local favorite burger joints, the Steak n' Shake but got side tracked by the discovery of another location of &lt;a href="http://eatatbuckheads.com/"&gt;BuckHead's&lt;/a&gt;, the restaurant I discovered Cheese Boulders last year across the river from downtown Louisville over on the Indiana side and have craved all year since. We thought we'd set aside some time to head over there but&amp;nbsp;this other location&amp;nbsp;pretty much jumped out in our path over and all the burger &amp;amp; shake thoughts were quickly cleared as we steered into the parking lot. Within an hour of landing I had cheese boulders placed in front of me and I suddenly felt so welcomed back. I think they love me here, I really do!&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't have a ton of time to write tonite because I really should try to get some sleep as my adventure leads me to Churchill Downs tomorrow morning for viewing AM workouts from Millionaires Row. How exciting!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;
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It feels good to have the keys beneath my fingers &amp;amp; I look forward to sharing this week with *all y'all* &amp;amp; I promise a little gift in the morning before we leave so I hope you'll come back and visit! &lt;br /&gt;
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I'll close this with a fun hat I saw today: "WORK?? It's Derby Week!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372237170571450884-2195791453734547545?l=hoofprintsacrossmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"How do you ride with your knee like that?", she asked. "With my foot like this (pointed more straight ahead) because it hurts any other way" I replied. In her stern voice she flat out told me that I needed to make a commitment and that if I intended to continue to ride I would get that knee fixed. On my ride home I thought about it and decided that Ruth was right. I could continue to ride like this, through the pain, and I might be able to make it another two years but then I'd be DONE! Or I could get it fixed and I might get another 10 years of riding. That night I told my husband that I was going to make the appointment I'd been dreading...to start the process of getting a knee replacement. He wasn't exactly happy with my reasoning (he would have preferred that it be because I wanted do something really important, like "walk") but he did agree that it was time...perhaps even well past time. I called the next day and made an appointment &amp;amp; their first available was 2/22.&lt;br /&gt;
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Twelve years ago I was on a ski trip to Big Bear with my family. I KNEW skiing was not for me so the dog and I hung out while my Mom (yes, my MOM!), my son, my brother and his friend were all up on the hill. I was walking from the lodge to the observation deck across a gravel path that had iced over and I slipped, fell and twisted the heck out of my knee. We were just a couple of months away from moving to Washington state so while I did get it looked at 2 days later in Los Angeles, I decided to wait until I got to Washington to start the physical therapy that the doctor suggested. I got to Washington and no longer had insurance so I decided it could wait a little while longer. I babied it...a lot!&lt;br /&gt;
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About 3 years later we bought a two-story house and within a month of using stairs every day the knee was toast. I had also fallen two more times and finally went to the doctor (because now I had insurance!). The menicus was not only torn (almost shredded) it was now dislodged and had fallen back behind my knee. I had surgery to trim up the tears and put it back into place but who knows how long I'd been walking on it with bone on bone action and there was already signs of damage. To top it off, I'd come to rely so much on my *good knee* that I'd damaged that one too (sounds like lameness issues, eh?). I was told that I needed TWO knee replacements but at my age (then turning 40 the next day) that they'd like to see me go as long as possible because the knee replacement at that time would only last 8-10 years and they could only replace it twice. So I toughed it out.&lt;br /&gt;
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I started riding again (because that seems like a great idea for someone with a severe knee injury right?) at the age of 45. When I got serious and hired Chrissy as my trainer I noted that I was good for about 30 minutes before the pain started to slow me down. As I worked up to 40 minutes and then a full hour, I really felt my riding was improving. I started doing schooling shows and rode for a few hours, but not continuously. Then came some trail riding and did a couple of 2-3 hour trail rides where I thought I was going to blow out the knee ON THE TRAIL and hoped Coconut would be able to get me back. Most of you probably know that going down steep hills is hard on the knees but once you're up there, you have to get back down and what was I going to do, get off and walk back? So yes...I suppose it was time to get serious about this and enter the program to get the knee fixed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Over the last year I did start to address the problem by consulting an Orthopedic surgeon who started me on Synvisc injections. Synvisc is basically (as I understand it) purified chicken fat that, when injected into the knee, creates lubrication and less friction between the bones. Those are supposed to last up to 6 months and the first round seemed to have some good results. The second round was not as successful. I got injected days before I left for the World Equestrian Games were I walked extensively every day. I knew a week into it that I wasn't getting much relief from it, but I pushed on.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tend to sit pseudo-yoga style at my desk and about 4 days after my conversation with Ruth, I was working at the computer and went to unwind my legs but discovered that I could fully extend my knee and could barely put any weight on it. I had no choice but to break out the crutches and was on them for the next 36 hours.&amp;nbsp; The next morning I called Dr. Hunter's office and told them that even though I had an appointment in a week, I really felt like I was having an unexpected urgent issue and they were able to fit me in early the next morning. Of course when I woke up for that appointment, the problem seemed resolved but I didn't know what could trigger it next so I kept the appointment anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
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They took a series of x-rays and Dr. Hunter came in within a few minutes and said, "I don't know how you even walked in here today" ... the knee is completely blown. He said if he didn't know me, he'd say it was the knee of a 78 year old (about 30 years off!!!) and shook his head saying there was nothing he could do but replace it. Apparently it's covered in bone spurs and too damaged to try to treat. He asked if I could clear the next 6-8 weeks and since I happen to be in a position to do that, he put me at the top of his list and I got a call later that day that they scheduled me for Monday the 28th, just 10 days away at that point. No time to go through the seminar, prep classes or any of that...get in and do it, pretty much, NOW!&lt;br /&gt;
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When I told him I wanted to ride at least another 10 years, he said, "Why not 15-20?" and I smiled BIG and said "OK!" There will, however, be no running in my future (oh darn...bwahaha) but riding pleasure, trails and some dressage would be ok. No Jumping though! Hey...I'm starting to sound like Bucky B Lucky! I knew we were kindred spirits. In fact I went to visit him on Friday and he kept sniffing my knee. How weird is that? Do you think he knew? Maybe when we're both all better, we can team up for a ride. That would be amazing!&lt;br /&gt;
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So projects that I'd been looking at doing over the next few months  either had to go on hold or get done in a hurry! The last week has been a  whirlwind of stuff that I felt pressured to do. Now it's hours away from when I need to leave  for the hospital and I'm looking around thinking that I guess some of it  will just have to wait until I can get to it. I did what I can...it's  time to get better!&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm not too worried about the procedure. I have a highly recommended  surgeon and my own personal recovery nurse. It turns out that my friend  Becka, who's mare Autumn was my first lesson horse at Chrissy's &amp;amp; is now Coconut's neighbor on the other side at the barn, is a  recovery room nurse and she has a plan for me! I will be in good hands  all the way through this so nothing to fear...and every thing to gain, I  think! I'm starting to consider how much more relaxed I can be in the  saddle once I am out of pain. I know there is a LOT of work I will have  to do to get rehabbed from the surgery and get used to the new knee but I  have every reason to believe that if I can power through the pain to  ride and do the things I love, then I should have no problem applying  myself to, what some call, a difficult recovery. I'm pretty tenacious...  but I also know that I could be writing "omg, this is the hardest thing  I've ever done" posts later. I hope someone will cut and paste this  back to me if I do turn into a screaming/crying mess. Maybe Ruth can  come over and remind me how committed I need to be...you know...if I am  serious about this riding thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tonight I'm hopeful. Tomorrow I'll sleep it off &amp;amp; then it's on to a new adventure! &lt;br /&gt;
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A week or so ago I got this really nice postcard from &lt;a href="http://www.olsonstack.com/"&gt;Olson's Tack Shop&lt;/a&gt; about their upcoming big clearance event, including a 20% coupon off of one regularly priced item. On that post card was a photo of the very Ariat Boots that I have been craving since WEG...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Windemere Baker by Ariat (In Black please!!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Since I don't currently have a budget for boots, I kind of knew that I wasn't going to go get them but I held on to the post card ... just in case.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then on Thursday Olson's started posting photos of their tent sale merchandise on Facebook while they were getting ready for the big sale on Friday morning. I saw a shot of several stacks of Dansko shoes and sent Maeve a text to let her know that her beloved footwear, the same ones she'd had to put down so she could help rescue Sugar back at the beginning of the&lt;a href="http://hoofprintsacrossmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-anniversary-to-great-paint.html"&gt; Great Paint Project&lt;/a&gt;, were on sale and I might have hinted that these would be less expensive in the long run...especially since they were half off.&lt;br /&gt;
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Before long I got a call from her and somehow she'd been magically teleported from Tacoma to Bellevue and not only did she pick up a pair in red, but also a yellow pair in snakeskin .... and a few other things including a new pair of &lt;a href="http://www.kerrits.com/"&gt;Kerrit'&lt;/a&gt;s Full Seat Riding Breeches ...in BLUE!!! She was so excited! I recycled my postcard knowing that my work here was done and it was not my day to get new boots...in black or any other color! The message was just to pass on the info to some other deserving soul. It was reward enough to hear how excited Maeve was about her treasures...and to feel like she finally got the reward she'd denied herself in order to help a couple of sad Paint horses...TWO YEARS ago!! (I can't believe it's been that long already!)&lt;br /&gt;
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I try to remember to follow that little voice that tells me to do things even when I make a million excuses not to. On Sunday I was working in my storage unit trying to get things situated so I can finally move my (ex) business out of there. My original plan included going to see Coconut afterward but it was getting pretty cold and close to evening time so I thought I'd head home instead. I had to turn right before I could make the U-turn to head home but when I got to the intersection I decided it was really just a mile or so to go see my girl and I continued ahead.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I pulled up I was excited to see Maeve's car parked in front of the barn and an arena full of people and horses. It always makes me happy to see folks enjoying horse time. I noticed right away that Maeve had on her new breeches and so I rolled down the window to say something stupidly clever like "nice seat" or something equally equestrian-y...until I saw the look on her face was not that of great joy but instead of great pain. Before I could get any info she said "I was just trying to call you" and I looked at my phone confused because I had received no such call...what she meant to convey is that she was trying to reach her phone to call me because she was hurt and could not bend into the car to get her phone or her purse. Thankfully one of our young barn girls, Vanessa, was there trying to help so I jumped out of the car to help if I could as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maeve said she didn't think she could drive home and asked if I could take her....no, no I couldn't in my right mind do THAT! She was clearly in pain and I felt she needed immediate medical attention.&lt;br /&gt;
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It turns out that Sugar bucked during a ride, Maeve lost her balance and went feet over head (similar, I'm sure to my September unplanned aerial dismount) and had landed on her back. She says she got the wind knocked out of her and, after awhile, was able to turn over onto all fours, but was unable to stand from that position for quite some time. Eventually her wild pony (who had been standing at her side quietly) lent her a stirrup and she was able to stand. Once up she got this notion (as we all do) to get back up and ride, deciding to lunge her a bit first. It was then that she realized she couldn't move well and gave up on the remounting idea.&lt;br /&gt;
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I told her I needed to take her to get checked out, especially after she could not lift her left leg to get in my passenger side. We were standing beside the car and I was wondering if I might still need to call an ambulance. We then tried to load her in on the drivers side into the back seat and it took some doing and a couple extra hands but she got in and off to St. Francis we flew.&lt;br /&gt;
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Upon arrival there, I parked in the ambulance bay and rushed in to get a wheel chair, by the time we got back to the car with, Maeve was already out of the car but insisted that she had to walk in as she would not be able to sit in the wheel chair. I walked in behind her with my arms out like a force field ready to catch her at any angle. It was at the check in desk that a nurse stepped around to access her and when he ran his hand down her back she cried out in pain. He reached over and grabbed the phone calling a code yellow trauma in the ER Lobby...and suddenly 15 people came out of nowhere, descending upon her. They placed her on a back board, standing up, and then lowered her to the ground before lifting her to a gurney. although she protested a bit at first saying she was probably ok since she could walk, the nurse said that his concern was that she could walk tomorrow &amp;amp; they were going to take every precaution to make sure she could. That scared the daylights out of me and I was just standing there watching the whole scene unfold. I can't even imagine what was going through her mind at the time but I do believe that even if she hadn't been before, she was sufficiently scared by then.&lt;br /&gt;
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As they wheeled her back into an exam room I noted her cool new breeches and already had a bad feeling about how long they were going to last in an ER setting. I toyed with saying something but I just kept saying to myself "No! her safety and well being is waaaaaay more important than a pair of breeches!" but it kept nagging at me and I wanted to bring it up so I asked her if I could make her laugh yet and she indicated "NO!" it wasn't a good time yet. So I kept the thought to myself....for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;
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About then I realized my car was still in the ambulance bay so I excused myself to go move it and check on her dog Ruby (who was now investigating every interesting smell inside my car in hopes of finding something tasty). After moving my car and noting what wrappers were now empty on the seat  of my car so I could tell Maeve later what her dog may or may not have  eaten, I returned to the exam room. She was in a hospital gown and they were covering her with warm blankets. I glanced around the room to see if I could find any sign of the breeches....nothing!! Argh....the agony...somehow I knew that my job would be to make sure those breeches were not compromised!&lt;br /&gt;
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Breeches are one of those riding apparel items that really make a difference to those of us who use them. I can totally tell the difference in my riding comfort in a well made pair so to find a pair that fit well, feel well and (hopefully) look great is a major discovery and, yes, we can convince ourselves to spend well for them! But...to find that fit, quality and style ON SALE...is like a dream come true!!!! The love story would come to a tragic end should one have to be cut out of them. I know...is not the well being of the rider the most important thing?...well....yes....ok ... YES...but good breeches....I'm just saying...they're worth saving too...you know...if you can!&lt;br /&gt;
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The Doctor came in and ordered xrays so they wheeled her off. I was told I could wait in the exam room for her to return and I took the opportunity to approach the remaining nurse about the beautiful new Blue Kerrit Breeches..."I know this might sound silly....but were you able to save her riding breeches?", I asked. She started to laugh and told me that Maeve's main concern in the dis-robing process was too "PLEASE Save my breeches!!"&lt;br /&gt;
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Great Minds Think Alike!&lt;br /&gt;
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The nurse had a cousin who rides and she said she got the impression that everything about horses was expensive, including the clothes. I told her it's not cheap but more importantly is that when you find a good pair of breeches, they're priceless;&amp;nbsp; to get them on sale is even better but to only get to ride in them one time would have been heartbreaking. About this time they brought her back from xray and I told her about my conversation with the nurse and we finally got to have that laugh! Then one of the other nurses read my jacket logo...&lt;a href="http://www.troxelhelmets.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Troxel Performance Headgear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and asked me what that was. I proudly indicated it was a riding helmet company. It was only then that anyone bothered to ask if she'd been wearing a helmet. I was very proud to answer "YES, she was!!!....I wouldn't talk to her if she didn't!" ...and this weak voice broke through her pain to say "That's kinda harsh!"...with a bit of a laugh behind it. So while it's probably not exactly true that you can't be my friend if you don't wear a helmet, you certainly can't be close to me and NOT know how I feel about riding safety!. With all of the current unknowns about her physical well being,&amp;nbsp; her back, her legs, etc...she had not a single complaint about her head. She spoke clearly &amp;amp; logically and I felt every confidence that she saved herself the possibility of head injury because she does wear a helmet when she rides...EVERY TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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By now I hope you know that I can poke a little fun at her and I'm writing this with her permission because the xrays showed no fractures. Other than being very stiff and very sore, we believe she's going to be ok. She's still got a bit of a fight ahead of her in terms of dealing with the pain but she's a strong woman and she's already up and around...just slower and more cautiously than normal. We hope she'll be back to herself soon...and wearing those cute new blue breeches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372237170571450884-6704413783830763257?l=hoofprintsacrossmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It’s certainly fitting that we celebrate the month most closely associated with the Heart with a feature of Leah Anderson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leah Anderson&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Thanks to Leah, who has worked on both of the past HeART of the Horse events, we have a beautiful logo &amp;amp; some wonderful graphics!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poster for the Original HeART of the Horse Art Show in 2009&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Leah is passionate about everything she does, be it riding, taking photos or caring for those around her. It was while she was a volunteer for SAFE when she was finishing up  at the University of Washington that she was inspired to create her  cornerstone project, “Forgotten”, a look at rescued horses and what it  means to the people who rescued them in their own words and Leah’s  beautiful photographs. Everyone who has ever had the opportunity to  enjoy the book has been deeply moved…many of us to&amp;nbsp;tears!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leah &amp;amp; myself looking at her book, "Forgotten" - photo: Debbie Hess&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/365693?alt=Forgotten%2C+as+listed+under+Fine+Art+Photography"&gt;“Forgotten” is available through blurb.com&lt;/a&gt; and won their People’s Choice Award in&amp;nbsp;2008.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leah is generously donating any profits from the sale of her images on her website &lt;a href="http://dapplebaydesign.smugmug.com/Animals/Forgotten/6733968_iPkny#430073812_FWwe2"&gt;Dapple Bay Design&lt;/a&gt; or orders of the book “Forgotten” to SAFE this&amp;nbsp;month.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lost Boys by Leah Anderson&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I met Leah in May of 2008 while she was working on the "Forgotten" project after her call out to the SAFE Message board for rescued horses to photograph. I immediately offered Coconut as a subject. Leah came out to KCJ stables and spent the morning shooting the "model" coconut as she posed endlessly for the camera. It's almost as if she knew she was a star!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coconut as art. photo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Leah shared those photos with me and they've become some of my favorite images of Coconut Macaroon.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coconut in motion (framed in my office!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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It was at the end of that first photo shoot that I took her up to meet a special little guy who'd been born at KCJ just 17 days earlier...he didn't even have a name.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Basil &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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But she snapped this photo of him on his very first day out on a pasture with his Mom....Sugar....and then some 9 months later they both were surrendered to Maeve &amp;amp; I and this leggy little creature would end up being called "Basil" and eventually registered as Macho Bar None and sold to his trainer, Kelli Jordan who just took him to his first show (but that's another whole blog post!).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So serious!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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In 2009 I had Leah come back out and do a glamor shoot with us as a Christmas gift for my husband Les. He was always so patient with me, my horse activities and the boring (and often dirty) barn attire. I figured he needed a permanent reminder that I *can* clean up OK...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sylish Girls!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silly Girls!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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We got fancied up and while the original plan included some seated shots, the weather did not cooperate so we played with what we had and used the old barn as our backdrop and I was very happy with the results.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Princesses &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What a fun day that was, even in the rain! Be sure to check out her work and we look forward to her next project. Whatever it is, it's sure to have her heart deeply embedded in it. I can hardly wait to see what's next for this amazing and talented young woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll close with this favor to ask....If you happen to know a publisher, please share her project with them. We'd all like to see "Forgotten" offered to the world. You certainly do not have to be close to the project to feel is impact &amp;amp; emotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In December SAFE was contacted to see if Lucky was available to be featured in a story that our local PBS Affliate, KCTS 9 (Seattle/Yakima) was working on about the life of a Thoroughbred after the race track. Of course we said yes and on January 5th reporter Jenny Cunningham &amp;amp; her film crew came out to interview SAFE President Jaime Taft, VP Bonnie Hammond and myself about his story &amp;amp; our efforts to help Off The Track Thoroughbreds and other horses.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready for his closeup!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Lucky is no stranger to the camera for a quick &lt;i&gt;WIN&lt;/i&gt; photo but he found this extra attention quite engaging and the new equipment very interesting. At one point he got so close that he fogged up the camera!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will it eat me or is it something for ME to eat?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He got cleaned up for his interview and then got turned out with two other Off-The-Track horses who live at Jaime's farm in Monroe: Slam (of &lt;a href="http://hoofprintsacrossmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/while-im-working-on-gazillion-other.html"&gt;Dressage Days&lt;/a&gt; fame) and Vanna (Vanity Fair) who is a former SAFE horse that Jaime personally adopted. They played a game of "race horse" around the arena and gave us quite a show!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vanna &amp;amp; Slam have fun playing "Race Horse" with Lucky&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After the turnout it was time to show off what a good boy he is. We got him tacked up and Jaime rode him around her arena. He did great demonstrating his walk &amp;amp; trot but best of all showing off how calm he is!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucky at the trot.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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This week we got word that the show will air this coming Friday, February 18th at 7:00pm on their regular program KCTS Connects (channel 9 or 109 for local Comcast customers.)&lt;br /&gt;
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We decided that it would be a great reason to get together with other local equestrians so SAFE is holding two Viewing Parties that evening.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you're in the Monroe or surrounding area join us at:&lt;br /&gt;
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Monroe Fire Station&lt;br /&gt;
163 Village Court&lt;br /&gt;
Monroe, WA&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
if Auburn/Black Diamond is more convenient, please join us at:&lt;br /&gt;
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Horsepitality Too! Riding Center&lt;br /&gt;
33623 206th Ave SE&lt;br /&gt;
Auburn, WA&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Both events run from 6:30 - 8:00pm and light snacks &amp;amp; drinks will be provided. &lt;br /&gt;
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If you're interested to attend, please contact me or RSVP on one of the facebook pages:&lt;br /&gt;
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Monroe - &lt;a class="postlink" href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=190901210930465&amp;amp;ref=notif&amp;amp;notif_t=event_wall#%21/event.php?eid=200109030000623&amp;amp;index=1"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=1 ... 23&amp;amp;index=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Auburn - &lt;a class="postlink" href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=190901210930465&amp;amp;ref=notif&amp;amp;notif_t=event_wall#%21/event.php?eid=190901210930465&amp;amp;index=1"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=1 ... 65&amp;amp;index=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We hope to see you there! If you're outside the viewing area, I'll post links as soon to watch it later online as soon as I know when that feature will be available.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
EDIT TO UPDATE ( 2/23/11): Here is the link to the KCTS Video. It's easy to skip ahead to around Minute 12 to start the Bucky B Lucky Segment. I will add that in any story there can be a few things that aren't quite right, overall I'm very happy with the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;
Enjoy! http://video.kcts9.org/video/1809648702&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372237170571450884-951429051328076766?l=hoofprintsacrossmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Make him a gelding!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Save A Forgotten Equine (S.A.F.E.), in partnership with Tacoma Equine Hospital, is offering a Low-Cost Castration Clinic...just $50 will buy him a brighter future.&lt;br /&gt;
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Date: Monday - February 28, 2011&lt;br /&gt;
Location: Tacoma Equine Hospital &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;3112 156&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;      Street East, Tacoma, Washington 98446 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Apply now at: Save A Forgotten Equine &lt;a href="http://www.safehorses.org/?p=4787"&gt;Web Application&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Approved candidates will receive day-of-treatment pre/post surgical care on site at Tacoma Equine Hospital, basic medications and the services of a castration by the very qualified Vets at Tacoma Equine Hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;All horse candidates must be in good health, have a verifiable up-to-date Tetanus vaccination (or may purchase one on the day of service), and have both testicles fully descended.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;There are only up to 10 spots available that day so get your application started now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I even received six emails from several of my huge hearted non-horse friends about this story asking if I knew anyone who could help. I had also seen it posted on Facebook a dozen times through various organizations I "like" &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp; my extended friend network that includes many rescuers and other equestrians (and non-equestrians too!). My first reaction was that there must be more to the story and so I didn't immediately pick up the phone and call the number listed because a) I had no way of placing them from my corner of the county &amp;amp; b) it did appear they were getting plenty of attention.&lt;br /&gt;
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So as it turns out, there really was an owner who passed away recently; a breeder, owner &amp;amp; vet in the Ohio Thoroughbred racing industry by the name of Daniel Stearns. If you'd like to read more about the internet sensation and resulting discoveries, you can read it on the &lt;a href="http://fuglyblog.com/?p=2665"&gt;Fugly Blog&lt;/a&gt;. As it turns out by the time most of us heard about it, the horses were reportedly rehomed to other racing barns and that by late last week, there were no horses who needed to be placed and the plea then went out to please stop calling the real phone number that had been posted over and over and over....&lt;br /&gt;
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So it sounds like an acceptable outcome for these horses but I saw an underlying question in this drill...&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you have a plan on what to do with your horse(s) should you become unable to care for them? This is about to go in a few directions....but one would be the obvious first concern (to me)....if I died, what would happen to my beloved Coconut? My son, Corey, says he wants her but is he truly prepared to provide for her in the manner in which she has become accustomed? I promise anyone who cares for my horse after I am gone that I will come back and&lt;i&gt; Haunt the Hell&lt;/i&gt; out of you if you fail her in any way shape or form, should you accept the challenge of becoming her &lt;i&gt;next&lt;/i&gt; forever home! So, maybe the fear of me nagging him from the other side is incentive enough to make sure he'd always do the right thing &lt;i&gt;by &lt;/i&gt;her, is it really the best thing &lt;i&gt;for&lt;/i&gt; her? Maeve said she'd take care of Coconut until the right home could be found. I also thought about the rescue I work with, certainly through their contacts they could find a placement for her through the SAFE Assisted Adoption Program, right!? I choose to believe in my heart that there are several others who would step up for "The Nut!" and either give her a home or find the best possible one. (you KNOW who you are!!)&lt;br /&gt;
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All that and I only have ONE HORSE!!! What if you had more than one? What if you were a racing barn, a training facility or even a rescue? What if you had 10? ...20?....100? or more??? Th&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;is idiot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuglyblog.com/?p=2621"&gt;James Leachman&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; in Montana didn't die, but he did lose his property and had no where to take his 450 horses....let's spell that out... FOUR HUNDRED &amp;amp; FIFTY Horses....and left them there!! Unacceptable!!! If&lt;/span&gt; you can no longer care for them, SOMEONE has to. If you own them, breed them or have any plan to make it your income, it is YOUR responsibility to care for them until you can find a suitable/responsible placement for them. Responsible means just what it implies. They are YOUR responsibility now and will be until you die unless you get someone else to accept that responsibility for you. I can't even begin to wrap my head around trying to rehome 450 horses!&lt;br /&gt;
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...but back to the main subject...&lt;br /&gt;
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There are so many things to think about &amp;amp; I don't know how one might plan out every scenario but it's really thought provoking to consider the possibilities. We don't need to play out every scene of Black Beauty to understand what can happen in the course of a horse's long life. Some of us need only look as far as our own stalls to be reminded how close horses can come to the brink of disaster.&lt;br /&gt;
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What would I choose if I had the ability to? Of course I'd want her to feel very loved and that she enjoyed her new home. I would want her new partner to be a good fit and that they both earn respect with one another. Much of that philosophy goes into what I do with her. If today was my last day at the barn, what would happen when the next person steps in to grab her lead rope? Would she be respectful &amp;amp; do as they ask? I think she would...although she's going to eventually ask them her own interview questions like "What will you do when I jump like thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssssssss and get all four feet in the air while lunging?" "How will you protect me when horse eating alpaca's come to get me on a trail ride? .....show me riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight now!!!!!!!!!". She'll also ask the question (while batting her beautiful white eyelashes at them) "Can you promise to love me?" I feel I've answered those questions for her and she's pretty trusting for the most part. But then again, I do feel like she chose me and that can make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel like what we do together is training, no matter what it is. My trainer Chrissy taught me that! Even if it's just me coming out and grooming her and having some hand grazing. There is still the element of constant behavioral expectations. When we ride, it's done with consistency. The same cues mean the same question every time. She gets to know me and what I want, I get to know her and how she'll perform. It's a dance of sorts....an ever evolving dance. I've seen others ride her and it's always interesting to see how she responds to them. I watched her test people. When I think to myself, "She never does that for me!" I guess I have to understand that it's because we're a team and we know each other pretty well. She no longer has to ask me the interview questions (I'll add here that I &lt;i&gt;sometime&lt;/i&gt;s see her bad behavior as a message she's sending me, not always as a question she's asking me).&lt;br /&gt;
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How does that translate to the potential rehoming process, you ask?&amp;nbsp; It matters plenty to me since I need her to possess as many of the quality skills as possible so that her re-homing value grows. Not in a monetary sense, but in a behavioral sense. What happens if her lack of confidence or her intuitive interview skills unfairly portrays her as the rowdy sort? The likelihood that she'll make a good impression starts to dissipate and the odds that her future might hold drama grows. That is not the outcome I would want for her.&lt;br /&gt;
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It becomes my job to make sure she's a good citizen, to borrow a phrase from Monica Bretherton's Blog, &lt;a href="http://blog.seattlepi.com/horsebytes/"&gt;HorseBytes&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp; and to make sure that while I can't provide her full history, I can account for the history I've created for her over the last 4 1/2 years. I've also been marketing her to a point. She's certainly not my little secret pony at home. I share her story with the world mostly because I want others to feel they are not alone in their journey, whatever part of mine they might feel akin to but also because someday that story may help her in her next chapter if for some reason I can not be in it. No, I have no plans to ever part ways with Coconut. However, if it were not my choice, I think there is enough out there about her that someone would step up and say that she could be a good fit for them and vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next thing I think about are my friends who have large herds, horse facilities or business attached to their horses. What provisions are in place should you no longer be in a position to make decisions...or even care for them....tomorrow? Are your horses going to be advertised on Facebook, Craigslist &amp;amp; emailed out to the entire world? Is that how you want them dispersed or re-homed? If you don't, the time is, &lt;i&gt;while you still can&lt;/i&gt;, to put a plan in place. &lt;br /&gt;
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I like the model Save A Forgotten Equine (S.A.F.E.) has for placing horses. They assess the horse for it's strengths and needs, matching that up to potential adopters. There are a series of meetings between horse and adopter as well as a reference &amp;amp; site check. It's never done solely over the internet. A placement is the work of several people touching each aspect of the horse's well being before the word "Approved" is announced. This makes me feel confident when a rescue favorite ends up in a home I know I might never see them at again but knowing they found a great match is worth what I, as a volunteer, might give up.&lt;br /&gt;
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There's also the SAFE Assisted Adoption Program that has been in place for many years but has been updated for 2011. We will go out and do evaluations on the horse, document their health care and photograph the horse, if needed, to help us most effectively market their horse. The goal would be to help good owners find responsible placement for their beloved equine companions through the same screening process that SAFE gives it's own herd with the additional promise to look after the horses' well being in that new home for the rest of its life. The difference is that the owner continues to care for the horse and has a say in the final adoption. The rehoming fee is then donated directly to SAFE. I've had the honor of being able to work on this program and invite anyone who might be looking to rehome their horse to check it out on the &lt;a href="http://www.safehorses.org/?page_id=753"&gt;SAFE Website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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One horse that recently entered the SAFE Assisted Adoption Program is Walker, a 17 year old New Zealand&amp;nbsp; Thoroughbred with eventing experience. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.safehorses.org/?cat=43"&gt;Walker&lt;/a&gt; in his SAFE Thread.&lt;br /&gt;
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I certainly don't have all the answers, especially for those with large herds but I'd like to pose the question to those of you who do....What is your plan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372237170571450884-949247909662313485?l=hoofprintsacrossmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm just smiling today and it's all because of a little horse named Sinatra...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TUZqfvrcOKI/AAAAAAAAAnc/s8FaawdZ5lA/s1600/sinatra1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TUZqfvrcOKI/AAAAAAAAAnc/s8FaawdZ5lA/s320/sinatra1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even the winter coat can't hide the neglect. Photo From SAFE Msg Board&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Almost 3 years ago, a straggly little colt was seized by King County Animal Control as part of the large &amp;amp; highly publicized &lt;a href="http://hoofprintsacrossmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-end-is-really-just-beginningagain.html"&gt;Jean Elledge neglect case&lt;/a&gt;. He was thought to be 4-5 months at the time he came to live with SAFE (Save A Forgotten Equine) in Monroe. His young body was thin, covered in rain rot, loaded with parasites and his tiny feet were severely overgrown. This is how &lt;a href="http://www.king5.com/news/local/59759222.html"&gt;Jean Elledge&lt;/a&gt; apparently "cared" for the colored horses she so deeply desired. Yes, this is the same herd that my beloved &lt;a href="http://hoofprintsacrossmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/week-1-monroe.html"&gt;Coconut Macaroon&lt;/a&gt; came from.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TUZqqyVS6LI/AAAAAAAAAng/j3fEH0uiam8/s1600/sinatra2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TUZqqyVS6LI/AAAAAAAAAng/j3fEH0uiam8/s320/sinatra2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rain Rot, 2 days after the seizure:&amp;nbsp; Photo From SAFE Msg Board&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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His Cremello coloring was passed to him through his sire, &lt;a href="http://blog.seattlepi.com/horsebytes/archives/153377.asp"&gt;Seas The Golden Day&lt;/a&gt;, the Saddlebred Stallion that Jean owned and bred to everything that walked...and then starved to death. This little guy was discovered in a 12x36 pen with another neglected colt and a dead mare decomposing just 15' feet away who, at the time, was thought to be the Dam to one of these boys.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starting to recover. Photo From SAFE Msg Board&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It was his stunning blue eyes that inspired SAFE to name him Sinatra. All along, like his namesake, Sinatra has being doing things &lt;i&gt;His Way&lt;/i&gt;. It turned out that he was actually almost a year old at the time of the seizure, just very small for his age. He might have seemed wise beyond his years in some ways &amp;amp; he never let his size get in the way of doing his job, be it pretending to be a ferocious Stallion (which he isn't....all the SAFE boys are geldings...or become one!) or being the self appointed leader of the baby herd.&amp;nbsp; Over the years he developed quite a personality &amp;amp; has always been a volunteer favorite.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TUZuk-jTzFI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Vd3lGNtu07o/s1600/sinatra_fierce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TUZuk-jTzFI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Vd3lGNtu07o/s320/sinatra_fierce.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stallion (gelding) Game at Bonnie's w/Benny. Photo From SAFE Msg Board &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;There were some less than flattering images of him posted of his awkward 2-3 year old phase &amp;amp; he often wore a coat of green and brown because he wasn't necessarily tidy about his personal appearance (Hey, he's a horse right!?!?)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TUZukNM4xpI/AAAAAAAAAoE/j4S2JrEOyAU/s1600/100_3946.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TUZukNM4xpI/AAAAAAAAAoE/j4S2JrEOyAU/s320/100_3946.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two months post-rescue and showing some improvement. Photo From SAFE Msg Board&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when he got cleaned up, he cleaned up VERY well!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TUZtBltxgoI/AAAAAAAAAn0/0rbkyjq1n4w/s1600/CIMG2128.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TUZtBltxgoI/AAAAAAAAAn0/0rbkyjq1n4w/s320/CIMG2128.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer of 2009&amp;nbsp; Photo - J. Parrett&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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At his first horse show, the 2009 SAFE Benefit Horse Show, he won&lt;i&gt; FIRST PLACE&lt;/i&gt; in Halter-Rescue. The judge said he walked in the arena and shot her a look as if to say "You know you want to give me the blue...now what are you going to do about the rest of those ribbons?" She was powerless to his confidence and we were all very proud of him that day.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TUZtCTBi84I/AAAAAAAAAn8/HlhRkzykJXY/s1600/DSC05544.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TUZtCTBi84I/AAAAAAAAAn8/HlhRkzykJXY/s320/DSC05544.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quite the Showman at the 2009 SAFE Benefit Horse Show &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Back home, even after his Horse Show victory, he was the same old guy....up to his own brand of mischief and just a funny horse who seemed engaged with his human staff.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TUZtB9skUeI/AAAAAAAAAn4/zZYWwp9yPUg/s1600/CIMG2206.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TUZtB9skUeI/AAAAAAAAAn4/zZYWwp9yPUg/s320/CIMG2206.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nap time with the SAFE Babies. Photo J. Parrett&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Some time last year one of his fans stepped up and offered him an amazing opportunity to move to a fancy barn &amp;amp; receive training. This week SAFE Volunteer, Sara, went over to check in on him and was thrilled to report back that Sinatra was on stage for a jumping lesson and he did really well. On top of that, he recently went to his first jumping competition at the Gold Creek Jumper Schooling Show and took&lt;i&gt; FIRST PLACE&lt;/i&gt; in all four of his classes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TUZrJrfe1rI/AAAAAAAAAnw/4OekpcHwsQA/s1600/Sinatra.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TUZrJrfe1rI/AAAAAAAAAnw/4OekpcHwsQA/s320/Sinatra.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Training: January 2011 - Photo by Sara Hall&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another show, another FOUR Blue Ribbons!! Photo by Sara Hall&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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He's still available for adoption&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; my guess is that he'd be missed at his current home and by his current rider. But what a fantastic job they've done with him. What a transformation from gangly colt to fancy showman, but then his name gave him a reputation to live up to and I think he has.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very soulful: Photo J.Parrett&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;He's about 14.1 hh and suitable for a child or light adult intermediate rider. If you're interested in Sinatra he's available through SAFE &amp;amp; his adoption fee is $1,000. That's a bargain when you consider all of the training he's already received and his &lt;b&gt;Proven Show Record&lt;/b&gt;!! 5 for 5 and&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt; BLUE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; all the way...to match his eyes!&lt;br /&gt;
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More information about Sinatra at the &lt;a href="http://www.safehorses.org/?cat=6"&gt;SAFE Website &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take Me Home! Photo-J.Parrett&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I'm starting off with the &lt;a href="http://tv.msn.com/golden-globes/"&gt;Golden Globes&lt;/a&gt; and the attention for the HBO Movie, Temple Grandin. If you haven't seen it, you so totally should. I mentioned it last February in my post "&lt;a href="http://hoofprintsacrossmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-take-one-in-every-color-please-road.html"&gt;I'll Take One In Every Color, Please&lt;/a&gt;..."; the story of an Autistic woman who becomes an animal scientist. I don't think I'll be spoiling the movie for you because it's not any big secret that she invented a humane system to calm cattle headed to slaughter. The movie about her life &amp;amp; work is simply amazing. It gives you a captivating look into how Dr. Grandin's mind works and how she came to adopt the (not then) retro cowgirl shirt look as her "uniform".&lt;br /&gt;
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So Monica Bretherton &amp;amp; I were shopping for items to use in her upcoming &lt;a href="http://blog.seattlepi.com/horsebytes/archives/235708.asp"&gt;Winter Sparkle&lt;/a&gt; project of taking some very Western-a-fied photos of SAFE horses to expand their portfolios in hopes of attracting some potential adopters who might want to take them in a Western Direction (as in riding discipline, not necessarily the compass point!).&lt;br /&gt;
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While at &lt;a href="http://countrysquare.com/"&gt;Country Square Western Wear&lt;/a&gt; we found several "Blingy" shirts that would be perfect for the shoot &amp;amp; I was calling them "Temple Grandin" shirts. One shirt in particular made a huge impression on Monica, so much so that she carried it around for quite awhile. Can you imagine her excitement while watching the Golden Globe Awards and actually seeing Dr. Grandin wearing that exact same shirt?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/communities/entertainment/post/2011/01/temple-grandin-stays-true-to-herself-on-globe-red-carpet/1?imw=Y"&gt;From the red carpet of the Golden Globes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;For the WIN Collumn: Dr. Temple Grandin for just being an advocate for animals, Claire Danes who won Best Actress in a TV Movie for her portrayal of Dr. Grandin and Country Square who donated the use of three shirts, blingy belts and jewelry for the upcoming shoot.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you Country Square, btw, your support of SAFE helping horses in need touches my heart...and if you're looking for BEAUTIFUL western wear, please go see the very nice staff there ...and tell them I sent you!! (also...to my other friends with major boot addictions...this is boot heaven!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;
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The following night were the &lt;a href="http://www.drf.com/news/2010-eclipse-award-winners"&gt;Eclipse Awards&lt;/a&gt; broad casted live on TVG...which thankfully we get during football season when Les upgrades to the sports package!! While it didn't have the showmanship of the Golden Globes, overall, I was much more interested in the categories and winners of this lesser known event. It's big in my world but your average person might think it has more to do with the Twilight series than horse racing. And even some of my equestrian friends may not know about it or it's significance. So it's like the Oscars of horse racing and Zenyatta has been the subject of much anticipation and speculation in regards to this years award for Horse of the Year.&lt;br /&gt;
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There were some who thought Blame should get the big award after his Breeders Cup (very close) victory over the Super-Mare but there was quite a lot of fan campaigning for Zenyatta. If nothing else, she was winning the public opinion poll...whether the voters from the Daily Racing Forum agreed remained to be seen, but I still had the Hollywood Park crowds chanting "Zenyatta, Horse of the Year!!"&amp;nbsp; in my head. I couldn't be derailed in my total belief that she'd win.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hoofprintsacrossmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/frequent-flyer-miles.html"&gt;From the paddock at Hollywood Park during Zenyatta's farewell party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Among the honors was a Special Eclipse Award given to Team Zenyatta for their " unfailing generosity of her connections..." and " ... for  making Zenyatta so accessible to the public during her encore year in  2010." according to the&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_232881615"&gt; D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_232881615"&gt;RF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drf.com/news/claiborne-marylou-whitney-team-zenyatta-honored-eclipse-awards"&gt; website&lt;/a&gt;. Next Came The "Older Female" Award, which went to Zenyatta and I was hoping that was an indicator that she was also going to win the Horse of the Year award and not some lower crown title (as happens to those kids on Toddlers &amp;amp; Tiara's who don't win the Grand Supreme titles...and yes, I admit it's somewhat of an addicting train wreck that I just can't stop watching!) as a consolation. I kept my fingers crossed...and then Blame won the Older Male...so there they were, neck and neck, just like the Breeders Cup Classic...but this time ZENYATTA won!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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As if the award was not wonderful enough, her owner, Jerry Moss gave a beautiful speech in thanks. He mentioned the other horses and how great they were &amp;amp; thanked his own team for their roles. Then he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket: a clipping from the 2011 In The Presence of Champions Calendar put out by &lt;a href="http://www.tranquilityfarmtbs.org/"&gt;Tranquility Farm&lt;/a&gt;, a Thoroughbred Retirement, Rehabilitation &amp;amp; Adoption center, written by Priscilla Clark, it's President:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you love Thoroughbred horses you go through life hoping that you can  see just one more in whose presence the clouds fall away to reveal the  mountaintop. It can take a generation or infinitely longer for such a  horse to arrive, a horse that is capable of carrying the human heart.  For the last one hundred years we know them all by name, but Zenyatta  brought to us a beauty that was a tonic for the soul. She allowed us to  believe in the impossible, and it was the light of her being as much as  the thrill of her races that got us dancing. Zenyatta was  transformative."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Just before he read that he also mentioned that Tranquility Farm is one of the many great programs for retired race horses &amp;amp; further endorsed " &lt;i&gt;We all have to really contribute and help these people because they do the most important job of retiring Thoroughbred horses once they're finished at the race track&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;
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My heart got so full it spilled from my eyes. Although he wasn't speaking directly to me, he was supporting the very thing I feel to the core of my being....that we owe it to these athletes to take care of them, regardless if they win multi-millions or maybe never make it to the track. The simple fact that they're bred for racing, even the chance of racing, makes it the responsibility of every breeder, trainer, owner, vet, farrier, jockey &amp;amp; groom....anyone who makes their living from racing...and lets throw in the racing fans, the tracks &amp;amp; the folks who are on the entertainment side of this as well...each one of us has a responsibility to those horses.&lt;br /&gt;
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And one other important mention from the Eclipse Awards: Marylou Whitney when receiving an Eclipse Award of Merit, told the racing community that “&lt;i&gt;We have to try more to improve their lives and advance their dignity&lt;/i&gt;,” and “&lt;i&gt;As owners, you should be accountable for horses from the beginning of their lives to the end.&lt;/i&gt;” I hear from folks who don't like the racing industry for various reasons but I am not ashamed to say that I LOVE the sport and there are some truly amazing folks in it.&lt;br /&gt;
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So into the WIN Collumn: Zenyatta, Team Zenyatta, Marylou Whitney, Priscilla Clark &amp;amp; Tranquility Farm and Horses!&lt;br /&gt;
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And my final award subject ....is actually MY Award!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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On a much smaller level &amp;amp; venue, Maeve &amp;amp; I attended the award banquet for the Equestrians' Institute this evening in Bellevue.The night belonged to riders and drivers who achieved outstanding results last year and along side them,&amp;nbsp; I was among the many volunteers that E.I. honored for their service at those events. Some of you might remember my posts:&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1020874336"&gt; Dressage Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hoofprintsacrossmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/while-im-working-on-gazillion-other.html"&gt;s&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://hoofprintsacrossmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-of-bravein-rain.html"&gt;Home of the Brave...In The Rain!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; about my adventures in dressage &amp;amp; being a Ring Steward for E.I.&lt;br /&gt;
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So tonight I received a beautiful etched glass(with my name spelled right even...impressive!) stating that I was a 2010 Dressage Volunteer Extraordinaire. I am both proud and honored!&lt;br /&gt;
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The best take away, however, was the inspiration to get back out there and work with my horse...and perhaps to take advantage of some of the 2011 events that the Equestrians' Institute has planned including some events at the new Washington State Horse Park!&lt;br /&gt;
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And the final add to the WIN Collumn: Me &amp;amp; my fancy new glass, Maeve who was likewise inspired, the Equestrians' Institute, all of the amazing equestrians who get out there and DO SOMETHING with their horses &amp;amp; Coconut who seems to like goals.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, it's been an Awarding Week, in deed!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am proud to introduce to you January's featured HeARTist ~ Liz Stabbert!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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To  start off the new year our featured HeARTist is Liz Stabbert who has  been a longtime supporter of SAFE. Her photos have captured many a proud  rider at several of the SAFE Benefit Horse Shows and she's participated  in both HeART of the Horse Equine Art Shows.&lt;br /&gt;
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Meet Liz....&lt;br /&gt;
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"I've  been in love with horses for as long as I can remember. Model horses  lined the shelves of my old bedroom and posters of horses covered the  wall. Though I&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;  managed to beg lessons off and on through the years, spent several  years in horse 4H, and leased a horse for a short time in high school, I  still haven't realized my dream of horse ownership...yet anyway ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Photography  for me started as a whim and turned into a grand passion. I was a  traditional artist mostly interested in watercolor, painting, and pencil  and colored pencil drawing, but the art classes at the local community  collage I was attending were failing to hold my attention. I had always  been mildly curious about photography so decided to give Photography 101  a try. The connection was immediate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After taking every  photography related course the school offered, I created my own  independent study course with the goal of learning how to be an equine  and rodeo photographer. It was through this independent study I began  covering horse shows for the Kitsap Saddle Club and Liz Stabbert  Photography was born! Before long I found myself at the Art Institute of  Seattle studying commercial photography and graduated in December of  2007. It was a little unusual in a group of students who's goals were to  become fashion and studio photographers to confess that I planned to  become a "horse photographer"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;From my very beginnings as an  equine photographer my favorite part has been meeting the amazing people  who share my passion for horses and the horses that they love. It's  been a wonderful experience and my business continues to grow thanks to  the wonderful local horse community! In 2011 I plan to branch out from  my current offerings of personal horse portraits, equine and event and  rodeo coverage into senior portraits and families as well!"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;~ Special Benefit Offer for SAFE through the month of January ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"Because  I know there will be a lot of people who will want to wait for  portraits until their horse is out of the shaggy winter yak stage, is  offer gift certificates in any denomination desired and 50% of the  proceeds will go to SAFE!  Gift certificates are good for any services  or items I offer including equine and family portraits, and beautiful  professional prints and canvases! Christmas is over, but Valentines day  is just around the corner you know! A portrait session would be a great  gift for a horse-loving valentine  ;-)"&lt;br /&gt;
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Please be sure to mention the SAFE promotion when you purchase your gift certificate&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In addition to the Gift Certificate Sales, Liz is also including a 50% donation with the sale of any SAFE related photographs she's already taken, INCLUDING the SAFE Benefit Horse shows from 2008 &amp;amp; 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;View &lt;a href="http://www.lizstabbertphoto.com/Portrait-Proofs-2008-and-Earli/SAFE"&gt;SAFE Horse Portraits&lt;/a&gt; online and follow the link to the Benefit Horse Shows from &lt;a href="http://www.lizstabbertphoto.com/Equine-Events-2008/SAFE-Benefit-Show-08"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.lizstabbertphoto.com/Equine-Events-2009/SAFE-Bennefit-Show-09"&gt;2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Please contact Liz through her website at:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.lizstabbertphoto.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.lizstabbertphot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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or via email at: liz@lizstabbertphoto.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Be sure to tell her you found her through the HeARTist Program;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;also...to those who might be wishing they had purchased one of the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Save-A-Forgotten-Equine-SAFE/389354740261?v=app_2344061033#%21/event.php?eid=170947499594840&amp;amp;index=1"&gt;Shano&lt;/a&gt; originals, prints or fun accessories, you can still do so and help SAFE. Just remember to mention that you found her through the SAFE HeART of the Horse promotion. Thanks for the ongoing support, Shano!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372237170571450884-3632862722870575115?l=hoofprintsacrossmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I actually started out with a few plans for 2010 and hoped I'd be able to fulfill them so my project wouldn't end up a bust....and secretly prayed that I'd actually find other things to write about, actually worrying that now that I had made a public commitment that I'd fall short of the amazing year I thought 2009 was. BOY, was that a wasted worry!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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As I started out the year, I found myself without anything actually in the works under the "Making a difference in the life's of horses" part of my intent so I started telling the tale of how I re-entered the horse world in my 40's. that naturally led to what became "The Coconut Chronicles". I swear it was just my intent to share my journey of coming to have Coconut Macaroon in my life. Imagine my surprise when my friends start calling me in tears &amp;amp; the emails started coming when I needed to take a break from writing....to "Please write more...". Thank you to all of you who started out with me and went through the retelling as it actually was very emotional reliving it and giving it a life of it's own.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the other stories started presenting themselves and I was finding things to write about all around me. Sometimes the blog became a monster that needed feeding when I just didn't have the time but once I sat down to connect with the keyboard, the stories often wrote themselves and I got some sleep (sometimes, yes, I do sleep!).&lt;br /&gt;
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Some stories just never made it here and maybe I'll still reserve them in my brain for a lull in my adventures but somehow that just hasn't been the case...and I couldn't be happier!! (unless of course I could find a way to make a living at this!).&lt;br /&gt;
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At first I got a few "followers" and I was honored...and then I discovered that I could read Stats on my account a few months ago and was floored to learn about how many people have read it and that I actually have some Most Popular pages.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of all the things I've able to be a part of, I'd have to say that the Bucky B Lucky story has been among the top and that it continues to be my NUMBER ONE blog post with (still) daily hits proves that we did the right thing by pulling him out of the kill pen, giving him a new direction and a SAFE home!&lt;br /&gt;
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Can I just say that again??? Every.....Single....Day.... &lt;a href="http://hoofprintsacrossmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/super-horse-saver.html"&gt;Super (Horse) Saver&lt;/a&gt; get's multiple views. There are days, even seven months later, that it's is my number one most popular post by day. That I had anything to do with that whole situation is humbling and that he continues to speak out through his story fills my hoof-imprinted heart to the very brim!&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd also like to THANK YOU....the readers of my blog, you blow me away actually!! I am so very grateful for those who have come through this with me, saddled up along the way or actually became a friend through this project. I have to say that I do this for me, but knowing you're there is inspirational in itself!&lt;br /&gt;
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As we head into 2011, yes, I do already have some adventures lined up so I hope you'll find this coming year as adventurous as the last and let's hope we all can make a difference in the lives of horses because, as we know, they certainly make a difference in ours!&lt;br /&gt;
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ps: I LOVE to hear from you so please feel free to post comments or contact me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372237170571450884-460410622052695934?l=hoofprintsacrossmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(to the tune of &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5723319"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"88 Lines about 44 women"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by The Nails) &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Coconut&lt;/i&gt; was found and saved&lt;br /&gt;
She's what dreams have come to be&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Scarlet&lt;/i&gt;, she was one of four&lt;br /&gt;
Their neglect still dumbfounds me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Deliah&lt;/i&gt; was a two-for-one&lt;br /&gt;
She was in a motherly way&lt;br /&gt;
They showed up with &lt;i&gt;Rose&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;Ruby&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who came to SAFE but could not stay&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Sugar&lt;/i&gt; is an artist's Paint&lt;br /&gt;
I love that girl like she's my own&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Basil&lt;/i&gt; is a handsome boy&lt;br /&gt;
He finally found himself a home&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Mercedes&lt;/i&gt; came and picked us up&lt;br /&gt;
Coconut was cool with it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Kitty&lt;/i&gt; went on her first trail&lt;br /&gt;
Since then I doubt she's stopped one bit.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;No Flies On Doodle&lt;/i&gt;, what a doll&lt;br /&gt;
Starts the meet with a SWAG win&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Forener&lt;/i&gt; was lighting fast&lt;br /&gt;
I'd like to see some more of him!&lt;br /&gt;
Oaks Day was just second place&lt;br /&gt;
For miss &lt;i&gt;Rachael Alexandra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Atta Boy (Roy)&lt;/i&gt;, our hometown boy&lt;br /&gt;
proved to us he was a "mudda"&lt;br /&gt;
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Another mudder, &lt;i&gt;Super Saver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Won the Derby in Kentucky&lt;br /&gt;
My bet on him won me the cash&lt;br /&gt;
To save &lt;i&gt;Bucky B Lucky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Jaime's Thoroughbred, &lt;i&gt;Grand Slam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Showed his favorite color, BLUE!&lt;br /&gt;
We said good-bye to &lt;i&gt;Chinook Pass&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He was a hero, through &amp;amp; through&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Ravel&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; Steffen took home bronze&lt;br /&gt;
Their Dressage sure made US proud&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Totilas&lt;/i&gt;, a stunning horse&lt;br /&gt;
Was a favorite of the crowd&lt;br /&gt;
Phillippe ~ &lt;i&gt;Vigo&lt;/i&gt;, a perfect pair&lt;br /&gt;
The model World Equestrian&lt;br /&gt;
But &lt;i&gt;Hickstead&lt;/i&gt; was the perfect one&lt;br /&gt;
No matter who was riding him&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Zenyatta&lt;/i&gt; danced into our hearts&lt;br /&gt;
She won nearly every race&lt;br /&gt;
We lost &lt;i&gt;Cedar County Queen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But she left us full of grace &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Lola&lt;/i&gt; came to stay with us&lt;br /&gt;
She frolicked in the sunny weather&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Jasmine&lt;/i&gt; found her final home&lt;br /&gt;
I'm grateful for that time together&lt;br /&gt;
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I spent the day at Operation Gelding, a clinic organized by the Doctors &amp;amp; Staff at &lt;a href="http://www.tacomaequine.com/index.htm"&gt;Tacoma Equine Hospital&lt;/a&gt; to help the struggling equine community to change Stallions &amp;amp; Stud Colts into Glorious Geldings. The project was sponsored by the Unwanted Horse Coalition in an effort to help control the horse population by making it affordable to local owners.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eight horses &amp;amp; probably as many volunteers were signed up to attend the clinic today. One young colt wasn't quite feeling 100% today so his owner opted not to proceed, holding off a few weeks to get back up to par but that still left several others and I'm proud to say SEVEN new Geldings were sent back into the community.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dr's Linda Hagerman &amp;amp; Meg deGravelles donated the use of their facility &amp;amp; friendly staff members, Nicole &amp;amp; Karen while King Feed donated straw for stall bedding &amp;amp; their pharmacy suppliers donated post-op medications. A whole legion of volunteers showed up and the process went very well, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;
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My job was to organize the intake paperwork and make sure that everything was signed plus any other support duties that might need to be done, like counting out pills.&amp;nbsp; I think I got the easiest job while most of my co-volunteers were outside in the stalls, typically with a leg in-hand during the procedure. I stepped out several times to watch the happenings but happily popped back in the toasty office to thaw. The sun was shinning but it was CHILLLLLLY out there!&lt;br /&gt;
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All of the owners were very nice and extremely grateful for the affordable service and I'd say it got to folks who needed it. One brought us salmon spread and hand made soaps as a "Thank You"...and the gesture was very much appreciated and unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yummm! Thanks Juliane :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Another unexpected surprise was a McDonalds Sugar-free iced coffee for me when Juliane Hanley of &lt;a href="http://www.csrdt.org/"&gt;Cowgirl Spirit Rescue Drill Team&lt;/a&gt; showed up  (knowing I have a *slight* addiction to them). She was bringing in Cherokee, a black &amp;amp; white Paint that she saved at the auction in August. This clinic was just the right timing for her to get this already sweet guy the procedure that would give a better opportunity to find a good home. Stallions just don't re-home as well as geldings &amp;amp; mares! Interestingly enough, Nicole from Tacoma Equine had just been saying that she could be in the market for a well mannered horse like a Quarter Horse or a Paint...and after she came out to admire him I mentioned that he might likely be up for adoption sometime in the near future...her eyes lit up! We'll all cross our fingers that some magic may have happened today...or at least that he gets some attention which is what so many of the rescue horses need...just to be noticed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting a pre-op pep talk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Cherokee actually did extremely well before, during and after his procedure. But even the most experienced owners are concerned about their equine friends going under &amp;amp; Juliane clearly wanted what's best for him &amp;amp; there for him every step of the way...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Cherokee's baby book....awwww!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp; His procedure went well and his recovery appeared pretty easy. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TR6r_csq0lI/AAAAAAAAAmc/zuuNiletLi4/s1600/chero1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TR6r_csq0lI/AAAAAAAAAmc/zuuNiletLi4/s320/chero1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It took a whole team to get him into position once he went down&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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At least the sun came out and it *looked* like a summer day ...but it sure didn't feel like it!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TR6sH2jdY4I/AAAAAAAAAmg/Xtpdn7wW9_A/s1600/chero2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TR6sH2jdY4I/AAAAAAAAAmg/Xtpdn7wW9_A/s320/chero2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starting to perk up a little bit&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;He &amp;amp; Juliane had some together time before Dr. Linda gave him his last check before releasing him to go home&lt;br /&gt;
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I went through this process with Basil but it certainly was not on the scale of today's adventure in gelding. I did learn the name of the tool used to..uh...make the cut....The Emasulator ...I'm not kidding....that's really what it's called....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lisa demonstrates the delicate nature of the Emasculator&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;While talking to the staff, I learned that there was a waiting list for both horses and volunteers and that they'd like to do this again if they can get sponsors to help cover the costs. I was thinking that it would be great to have several vet practices rotate months in various areas so that many owners could take advantage of the opportunity. Perhaps then each practice might only have to host one of these clinics once or twice a year. What an amazing way to give back to the equine community and to be a part of the solution to the horse over-population problem. I know I'd be up to help at future clinics and I think most folks who helped today would too.&lt;br /&gt;
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We hear over &amp;amp; over to end on an "Up Note" when working with horses and I'd have to say this was one such Up Note...to end the year with such a positive message and effort...you don't see this stuff in Time Square!&lt;br /&gt;
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So my husband is waiting for me to finish so we can celebrate the new year with our parrot head friends but I wanted to share this one last great adventure in my incredible horse year with you. I hope everyone can reflect on 2010 and find times that you'll always want to remember...and that tomorrow finds you in 2011 with renewed hope.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy New Year everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;
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1/1/11 eta: Here's a write up on the clinic in the&lt;a href="http://www.thenewstribune.com/2011/01/01/1485110/clinic-turns-8-stallions-into.html"&gt; Tacoma News Tribune&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;
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These days I'm down to one and actually pretty thankful for that as well as the experience of having helped Basil as well as (we'll call them) *joys* of bringing up a young horse from a weanling. My current position is that I am glad that is over with so that I no longer have to wonder what it's like. I've done it, no one was seriously injured in the process, a reasonably calm gelding has been brought into the equestrian community, I've moved on and so has he...but to the best outcome I can think of :)&lt;br /&gt;
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So that takes me back to what I wanted for Christmas...strangely I did not ask for a pony this year...and when I gave my family suggestions for gifts I might like to have, they apparently listened and went to some pretty specific lengths to acquire certain items for I had not picked out things that one can readily run down to Walmart and buy. They added a few pieces to my slightly rare china service when I announced I thought we should move from service for eight to service for twelve in the event that all four kids couple up some day and take our core family to 10. As it is, with just one Grandson &amp;amp; only one extra significant other we're already right at eight. So that was awesome...they also added a piece of luggage in the hard-to-find design that I like &amp;amp; now I can travel in style on my adventures.&lt;br /&gt;
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I did get a pony...actually I got several Equine themed gifts this year...even without asking (ok, almost without asking!)...Les gave me a VIP Day at Emerald Downs in the Widmer Club complete with a named race! This is becoming a happy gift tradition for me...for both of us actually! I am already getting exciting for the 2011 race meet.&lt;br /&gt;
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AND...he gave me a Pink Leather Halter for Coconut. It was a bit of a last minute decision &amp;amp; had to be custom ordered but it should be here shortly. Several months ago Bonnie sent me a link to &lt;a href="https://quillin.com/jshop/product.php?xProd=1197&amp;amp;xSec=38&amp;amp;jssCart=c21bddd34dd5ee06a36e560c0ac5b86f"&gt;Quilin Leather &amp;amp; Tack in Kentucky&lt;/a&gt;. From their website:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="description-text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 8pt;"&gt;"It  all started a week and a half before the 2010 Kentucky Derby - we were  asked to make Presentation Halters for the Derby and Oaks entries. The  only catch was that the Oaks Fillies’ Halters were to be Pink! We’re  very traditional at Quillins and we were taken a little aback by the  request ... but never shying away from a challenge we accepted and  delivered this special order in less than a weeks time. The Pink Halters  have caused quite a stir and one was recently presented to Kentucky  First Lady Jane Beshear at The Center for Women in Racing’s - Horses and  the Hearts of Women Gala." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This is one thing I did "hint" for...in fact when I got it I sent the link to Les with the particulars: size, throat snap, name plate, etc...and a week ago he claimed I hadn't told him what I wanted for Christmas, I indicated that I had, in deed, given him a very specific hint PLUS he was sitting right next to Santa when I told &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; that I wanted a pink leather halter for Coconut! These are the same fancy halters used on Thoroughbreds...only PINK! Even though she's not a Thoroughbred she's in good company with the Oaks Fillies!!! I can hardly wait til it gets here!&lt;br /&gt;
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Maeve also got me an equine themed gift....an adorable necklace with a vintage cowgirl photo. The day after I put it on, my Magnabilities chain broke. I think the cowgirl was claiming her territory. Yee Haw!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I met up with Lynn &amp;amp; Kim for lunch a few weeks ago and got a little pre-holiday gift of a Laurel Burch mug in my favorite design: Moroccan Mares.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TRjKyJmmD2I/AAAAAAAAAl8/9WUKaum7M-c/s320/moroccanmaresa.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laurelburch.com/"&gt;Moroccan Mares by Laurel Burch &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then Lynn surprised me on Christmas Eve with a drawing she made of Coconut...I am so deeply touched! Lynn's known in our SAFE Supporter circle as an amazing quilter, but there are a few of us who were introduced to her talent for drawing early as she captured the spirit of SAFE horses like Hope &amp;amp; Biscotti who were the horses that first drew her into the organization. It's been my understanding that she hasn't been doing much drawing lately so that she chose to draw Coconut is nothing short of an incredible honor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Lynn Mazer!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;...and then there's one gift that some of you might have to read this line twice when you learn that I have a collection of Holiday Budweiser Beer Steins...no, I don't drink beer...but it's a long standing tradition in my family that dates back to about 1981. I was shopping with my Mom for pieces to a Jim Beam train my Stepdad Larry collected &amp;amp; saw a stein at a local liquor store and I liked it because it had Clydesdales on it so that became my gift to him...something we both liked: Me~Horses, Him~Budweiser. I gave him one nearly every year after that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When Larry passed away in 2005, we kids were put in charge of clearing his home and picking things we'd like to keep. I basically only wanted the Budweiser Stein collection and since then my son, Corey, has kept the tradition going by now gifting me with the yearly edition. He's been with me since the beginning of return to horses and coincidentally had decided the Clydesdales are his favorite breed so it makes a lot of sense that he would keep the tradition going with these Steins....it's a connection to the past that has come full circle to our present &amp;amp; reminds me of those special times with Larry. I think he'd be very proud to know that the tradition lives on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So those are my Christmas Ponies....I wonder what everyone else got?? What ever your traditions are, I hope you all have good friends &amp;amp; family as well. Even without the gifts, I am truly blessed to be surrounded by people to love &amp;amp; inspire me. Happy Holidays everyone!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TRTz1DFAN0I/AAAAAAAAAlY/-CgcX-RkfFM/s1600/CIMG9580.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TRTz1DFAN0I/AAAAAAAAAlY/-CgcX-RkfFM/s320/CIMG9580.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spectacular lights on the water&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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The voyage was fantastic...we saw all sizes of boats decked out for  Christmas and the largest one, The Christmas Ship, broadcasted live  caroling out to the flotilla. It was really a spectacular event to be a  part of. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TRTxj0YWJyI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1o8A47hbMNI/s1600/CIMG9550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TRTz2odguZI/AAAAAAAAAlc/vnRSy9VOrmk/s1600/CIMG9575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TRTz2odguZI/AAAAAAAAAlc/vnRSy9VOrmk/s320/CIMG9575.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were not alone out there!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TRT0cWpYSdI/AAAAAAAAAlg/mVSLQoxB9rw/s1600/CIMG9553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our boat ride took some unexpected turns...just before we left, we were boarded by the Seafair Pirates and Daemon lost no time joining up with the scally-ways &amp;amp; soon had tricked them out of a whole handful of their dabloons and a very large diamond from from their treasure chest. Arrrgh,...he be a sly one that Daemon!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never fear, Daemon outsmarted these pesky prirates!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pirates even tried to capture the Princess (yes ME!) a time or two...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TRT0cWpYSdI/AAAAAAAAAlg/mVSLQoxB9rw/s1600/CIMG9553.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TRT0cWpYSdI/AAAAAAAAAlg/mVSLQoxB9rw/s320/CIMG9553.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;but in the end I was rescued by the Parrot Prince!! *Kiss Kiss*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;We know just about everyone on the boat so we let Daemon pretty much have his run of the place but it was towards the end of the trip that I discovered him engaged in a very one-on-one chat with Santa. Picture them in fold up chairs on the upper deck...Daemon sitting with a leg under himself for some height an arm draped over the back of the chair, leaning in to make sure that every bit of important information was communicated and received...looking deeply into Santa's eyes...&lt;br /&gt;
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You're probably thinking that he was going over his list...but as I moved in closer (undetected at first because he was so engrossed in the conversation) I overheard the very intently asked question "So where DO you get all those toys?" ...and of course Santa explained how it was up to the elves to make sure all those toys got made. Then came "Why do you need that BIG (arms held out) bag?" &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp; Santa explained that he'd probably lose toys off the sleigh in flight without it. Then came "How do you know if everyone's been naughty or nice?" and Santa said that because he flies so high he can see a lot at one time. I could see Daemon taking that in, nodding his head knowingly as he figured out loud "So if you're a mile up in the air, you can probably see from the North Pole all the way to North America" Santa nodded along.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next came the flying reindeer question where Santa explained how reindeer start learning to fly when they're just babies, that they just like to do it and he'd never use a whip on a reindeer or any animal. And then the question that makes this whole scene horse-blog worthy....&lt;br /&gt;
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"Santa, when you're way up there in the sky, riding in your sleigh, do you wear a helmet?"...."No" Santa replied...he'd never fallen out of the sleigh before. In a very sincere &amp;amp; caring voice Daemon told Santa "But if you did fall out you could get hurt very bad &amp;amp; I don't want you to get hurt."&lt;br /&gt;
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Eventually the conversation turned to things that Daemon might want for Christmas and he had his mental list ready, not only telling him what he wanted but I even overheard him leaning in and explaining that "You can find that at Ross!" so Santa knew where to go in case he hadn't already loaded it up for him. Whatever it was (I didn't get close enough to hear the exact list as he did try to keep that part of the conversation "low key") he did mention that his Mom had told him he may have to save his money and buy it after Christmas so it would be ok if Santa brought it because he knew his Mom wasn't going to get it. Santa told him he couldn't go against Mom's wishes but that he try his best to make sure Daemon was happy on Christmas morning. Daemon seemed OK with that answer but asked "Do you think you could at least get to #3 on the list?" I don't know how Santa could refuse after that whole conversation.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TRT0fpAG7KI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jREukaAtuFE/s1600/CIMG9593.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TRT0fpAG7KI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jREukaAtuFE/s320/CIMG9593.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Santa &amp;amp; Daemon showing off the treasure he got from the Pirates!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eventually the subject of Santa's cookie preferences came up and why wouldn't he just go out the door rather than back up the chiminey, etc... but you can guess that this was a magical night for young Daemon...and the rest of us as well. As he got up to leave, Daemon said his good-byes &amp;amp; said "Merry Christmas Santa...be Safe up there in the sky!!!" as Santa walked away, Daemon turned to me and "I really do wish Santa would wear a helmet!"&lt;br /&gt;
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His Mom makes him wear a helmet every time he rides a bike or his scooter and I have instilled in him the importance of wearing a helmet while riding horses. I've had him promise never to ride without one and I try to be a good example by wearing one every time I ride as well...even when he's not with me. So that's my Holiday Helmet story...and here's a few photos of Daemon in his helmet at the SAFE Benefit Horse Show riding Lexi the rescue horse.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TRT0k-hYn4I/AAAAAAAAAls/Sn_3KAqteUQ/s1600/Daemon6.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TRT0k-hYn4I/AAAAAAAAAls/Sn_3KAqteUQ/s320/Daemon6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Safe Riding at the SAFE Benefit Horse Show 2009&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TRT0lVej9NI/AAAAAAAAAlw/a9IeQGutEFE/s1600/Daemon4.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TRT0lVej9NI/AAAAAAAAAlw/a9IeQGutEFE/s320/Daemon4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First Place!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Enjoy Christmas Eve everyone....be merry and bright and ALWAYS wear a helmet when you ride!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372237170571450884-3329207570082561876?l=hoofprintsacrossmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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With just a few days to go until Christmas it seems like excellent planning that I could just check out of the holiday madness and head for the trails on the Sunday before. Not that I had all my gifts wrapped...or even purchased, for that matter...but our friend Kathleen decided to organize a ride with some of us gals connected to SAFE &amp;amp; I was way on board for some trail fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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The planing started weeks ago and we all watched as the weather forecast went from rainy to snowy and back to rainy. We decided that it could take all the way until that morning to decide NOT to do it but went ahead and planned that it would happen. Friday was a lovely day and the weekend still looked to be pretty miserable. I kept wishing that Friday could have been held over for Sunday but wouldn't you know it, the sun was out and the sky was blue Sunday morning as I headed to the barn to hook up the trailer, load up Coconut and her gear and head out.&lt;br /&gt;
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One small problem; there was a horrible patch of black ice on the road in front of the barn. In fact, someone from our barn skidded off the road and her family was all parked out on the main road trying to help her out as I drove up at 9am. I wasn't going fast at all but even when I breaked to make the turn, the back end of the truck started to slide and so took my foot off the break and just coasted to the next intersection where I could make a U-turn and head back to the driveway. I hoped that the 2 hours before I needed to be on my way would give enough time for the sun to melt the roadway down enough for me to get out to Taylor Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thankfully, the road was driveable and I was able to get out there safely. I actually had no road problems until I actually hit the Hobart/Issaqua exit where it was still shady and there was still ice, but thankfully I had the good sense to slow way down for the exit and we made it fine.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I got to the trailer parking lot, Everyone was already there, which made my decision to back into the one remaining space a little stressful. I not only had to fit in but had to do it in front of my friends! Kathleen did offer to back it in for me but I managed (albeit slightly crooked) to get myself respectfully in.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kathleen brought her horse Apollo &amp;amp; offered up her three other horses, Captain, Fancy &amp;amp; Dallas as mounts for Monica, Sara &amp;amp; Allison while Lynn brought Kitty. Once we were all saddled up, we headed up for our adventure.&lt;br /&gt;
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Coconut does "OK" late in the pack, but not necessarily THE back horse. Sara &amp;amp;Fancy initially brought up the back but Fancy wasn't liking that position too well either and ended up moving up towards the front with her friend, Captain, with Monica aboard. Apollo &amp;amp; Dallas pretty much stayed in the middle for most of the trip and about the time we picked up a spare dog (much to the dismay of his owner) Dallas was not a happy camper and gave Allison quite a ride, testing all of her riding skills but thankfully she had the balance to ride it out and stayed on. Once the dog left and Dallas settled down Allison's ride became much more enjoyable for her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eventually Lynn &amp;amp; Kitty fell back and rode with Coconut and I and for the rest of the trip we had 3 very well matched riding pairs, horse &amp;amp; human wise, I believe!&lt;br /&gt;
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The scenery was absolutely lovely. We had the sun shining in the blue skies, some beautiful trails and in some places we still had snow on the ground so it made for a very enjoyable and diverse experience. Coconut had to cross water and although she did tense up a little, she followed her new horse friends pretty well. Not bad for her first time...at least it wasn't very long or deep. At one point I saw Kathleen entering what looked like a lake and my inner alarm went right off....I don't think the teeny tiny creek victory in any way prepared us for something of that size...but I watched as Monica &amp;amp; Sara both entered while Allison seemed to be staying back. As Lynn &amp;amp; I caught up I saw what I thought was Fancy sinking into water. I was starting to panic a bit thinking we were going to have to rescue this horse from some soft mud or something. Sara bailed off into the icy cold water, thankfully landing on her feet so only her boots, half chaps &amp;amp; the lower legs of her breeches were wet (about knee deep) and that's when it hit me that she was standing next to Fancy who was now in up to her belly...about then Kathleen came back over saying "I forgot to warn you...." it turns out that Fancy likes to &lt;i&gt;LAY IN WATER&lt;/i&gt;....even icy water wearing a saddle &amp;amp; a rider!!!! Fancy got back up and had muddy legs but thankfully no one had to be rescued and Sara, a great sport, hopped back on and rode the rest of the ride with wet legs &amp;amp; feet. What a trooper!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Coconut was "pretty good"....she spooked when we were the last horse in line and a tree snapped. She started to refuse me when I discovered that I had dropped my crop (obviously I hadn't needed it &amp;amp; couldn't even remember when I last had it in my hand) but got herself pulled together and proceeded on within a few moments. HOWEVER....the only time Coconut has kicked another horse was on a ride with Kim and Mercedes, a lovely black Tennessee Walking Horse mare about a year and a half ago....until yesterday...She took aim and made contact with Apollo, who also happens to be a black Tennessee Walking Horse. Do we see a pattern here? What's up with that??? I was completely embarrassed because normally she's a pretty docile mare unless someone gets in her face....she doesn't like horses to touch her face (except Sugar, of course!) but after her kick, the war was on.... She kept giving little "warning" bucks his way &amp;amp; Apollo gave a few pseudo attitude moves at her but at one of the switch backs Lynn &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp; I were in the middle with Kathleen &amp;amp; Allison behind us. As we made the turn, Coconut flashed a look of hatred at Apollo and it made Kathleen and Allison both gasp and laugh at her...good grief!!&lt;br /&gt;
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The rest of the ride was actually pretty calm, although I clearly need to get out and do this more. The loop took about 3 hours and I was pretty well DONE at the end. Between the cold air and the climbing and descending, my knees were toast. Today my whole body ached but it was a *Happy Hurt* and I'd do it all again in a heart beat. In fact, this is almost a tradition. It was the Sunday before Christmas last year as well that we went out and did the SAFE Poker ride at Bridle Trails. I'm all for making it a yearly ride!&lt;br /&gt;
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Cedar County Queen made me rethink what I thought I wanted in a horse. I wrote about her in my post &lt;a href="http://hoofprintsacrossmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/off-to-races.html"&gt;Off To The Races&lt;/a&gt; in May of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQxUg_eJwyI/AAAAAAAAAjw/tv2OLigrQvw/s1600/cedar4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQxUg_eJwyI/AAAAAAAAAjw/tv2OLigrQvw/s320/cedar4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551905366411428642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was posted on the &lt;a href="http://schwung.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=inmemory&amp;amp;action=display&amp;amp;thread=6195&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;Save A Forgotten Equine message board&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#%21/pages/Save-A-Forgotten-Equine-SAFE/389354740261"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; pages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;SAFE  was recently devastated to learn that Cedar County Queen was humanely  euthanized.  Cedar was a lovely TB mare rescued from a neglect situation  in early 2008.  She was adopted to a wonderful home in 2009 but after a  few months in full training at a hunter/jumper facility began to show  signs of extreme pain in her p&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;elvic  area.  After several months of careful rehab she seemed to improve but  then over the summer declined again and the difficult decision to  euthanize was made by her loving adoptive mom Lori.  RIP sweet Cedar and  we send our sincere condolences to Lori for her loss as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the years I've known her, she's had several consistent riders: Monica, Allison, Kyle, Sara &amp;amp; probably a few more, who I am sure are all feeling her loss today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was well loved and a favorite among the volunteers as well as one of the most popular, perhaps partially because she remained with SAFE so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lori, for giving her a home, love and peace. We all share in your loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQxUgCdcu4I/AAAAAAAAAjg/Sj2T-a1mw7g/s1600/cedar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQxUgCdcu4I/AAAAAAAAAjg/Sj2T-a1mw7g/s320/cedar2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551905350033914754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Cedar County Queen for being such a wonderful girl &amp;amp; the star of many of our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQxUgm4dWuI/AAAAAAAAAjo/hXjSp4uzyE8/s1600/cedar3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQxUgm4dWuI/AAAAAAAAAjo/hXjSp4uzyE8/s320/cedar3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551905359810878178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;You will be greatly missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please enjoy these photos from my ride with Cedar (as stolen from Lynn Mazer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQxUg01kw3I/AAAAAAAAAj4/KWUm50QA1fI/s1600/cedar5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQxUg01kw3I/AAAAAAAAAj4/KWUm50QA1fI/s320/cedar5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551905363556877170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372237170571450884-2979425482354576232?l=hoofprintsacrossmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQF4xCKTdJI/AAAAAAAAAfI/CxPufiu_HNk/s320/Bewitched.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548848999686173842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fionaghan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQF5Bih-pyI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Qqy7q8fYPpw/s1600/fionghan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQF5Bih-pyI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Qqy7q8fYPpw/s320/fionghan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548849283253315362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In The Sky With Diamonds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQF5BYGZ-0I/AAAAAAAAAfw/8w1_LgPUJuU/s1600/in%2Bthe%2Bsky%2Bwith%2Bdiamonds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQF5BYGZ-0I/AAAAAAAAAfw/8w1_LgPUJuU/s320/in%2Bthe%2Bsky%2Bwith%2Bdiamonds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548849280453311298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eulogia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQF4yVAbAdI/AAAAAAAAAfo/aLZqT0j5vh4/s1600/Eulogia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQF4yVAbAdI/AAAAAAAAAfo/aLZqT0j5vh4/s320/Eulogia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548849021924868562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Egyptian Treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQF4yHSIUnI/AAAAAAAAAfg/tzn00FJSya8/s1600/egyptian%2Btreasure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQF4yHSIUnI/AAAAAAAAAfg/tzn00FJSya8/s320/egyptian%2Btreasure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548849018241045106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cloisonneigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQF4xXmVmcI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0p4_eKEyq8w/s1600/cloisonneigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQF4xXmVmcI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0p4_eKEyq8w/s320/cloisonneigh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548849005440899522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all really enjoyed them and the sometimes deeper meaning to some of the pieces but Chrissy fell in love with them and decided she wanted one for her farm. I mentioned that Hickey Feed recently advertised the pink one they had and she made me promise to check to see if it was still available when we got back to Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning Chrissy &amp;amp; I took a drive out to Hickey Feed to see if it was still there but learned once we arrived that it had been sold a few weeks prior for about $500, more than the asking price initially. They said they were pretty sure they could have held out for more...and they're probably right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time Chrissy was sure that she wanted one and that she wanted Maeve to customize it for her. So we set out to find another one. Within a few days I located a bonanza of them on Craigslist at one locale in Oregon. I wrote them a few times, sent photos back and forth but between my trip to the Caribbean, Chrissy's trip to Panama &amp;amp; my little jaunt down to California last weekend, we finally set up an appointment with the individual offering them for sale just this last Monday... about a month after my initial contact with them and two months after the decision to seek one out was made in Lexington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I landed from the California trip on Sunday evening and 8am on Monday morning, Chrissy &amp;amp; I set out for "Sweet Home" Oregon (sounds like a song in there somewhere, right?). The adventure gave us some time to catch up on horse news, friends, and lots of other stuff but took a bit longer than we expected and after having to stop to eat, we ended up at our destination around 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had no idea what we were about to encounter, only that these folks had at least one single horse, two teams of horses set up in harnesses for a wagon and/or stagecoach display as well as a Native American on the back of a paint horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a little lost at first but when we saw the big white gate with the faux foal on top we figured we had the right place. As we came down the driveway, we were suddenly struck with the adorableness of this place. Someone had taken a great deal of time to create amazing scenes all around this property (perhaps 2 acres?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As we drove up toward the house we passed a miniature old western town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGlj7OeYfI/AAAAAAAAAgA/l-aceDtwOCw/s1600/CIMG9475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGlj7OeYfI/AAAAAAAAAgA/l-aceDtwOCw/s320/CIMG9475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548898252509569522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGlkSMk5FI/AAAAAAAAAgI/0NY3WB0xJBY/s1600/CIMG9477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGlkSMk5FI/AAAAAAAAAgI/0NY3WB0xJBY/s320/CIMG9477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548898258675622994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a large size "Jail", "bank", "Saloon" &amp;amp; "hotel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGlksD6FHI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Q2aF48zvpe8/s1600/CIMG9478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGlksD6FHI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Q2aF48zvpe8/s320/CIMG9478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548898265618584690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some deer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGllBNdp5I/AAAAAAAAAgY/5NaJYiJJsPc/s1600/CIMG9479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGllBNdp5I/AAAAAAAAAgY/5NaJYiJJsPc/s320/CIMG9479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548898271295809426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild bears were plentiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGnzhViy9I/AAAAAAAAAgw/-EoFn80fvYQ/s1600/CIMG9482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGnzhViy9I/AAAAAAAAAgw/-EoFn80fvYQ/s320/CIMG9482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548900719461059538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A large Ram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGn0AdhNDI/AAAAAAAAAg4/jus3OCWnJsI/s1600/CIMG9483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGn0AdhNDI/AAAAAAAAAg4/jus3OCWnJsI/s320/CIMG9483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548900727816008754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a Native American seemed to be directing us across the driveway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGnzYrCfwI/AAAAAAAAAgo/LNootYIYJH0/s1600/CIMG9481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGnzYrCfwI/AAAAAAAAAgo/LNootYIYJH0/s320/CIMG9481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548900717135298306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to the prospector and his mule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGn0mjfxWI/AAAAAAAAAhA/vpt8_DVCXY4/s1600/CIMG9484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGn0mjfxWI/AAAAAAAAAhA/vpt8_DVCXY4/s320/CIMG9484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548900738041628002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where a very nice gal named Deborah came out to greet us. We knew there had to be some kind of story with all of these scenes set up all over the property and she shared with us that her Parents had collected all these animals and her Dad had constructed all of the play buildings and even the replica stagecoach and hearse by hand. For many years this had been his passion and the animals came from their many travels. Some of the collection was being sold off in preparation for his move to live with his daughter once his wife, who is dying of cancer, passes away here soon. Suddenly this wonderland had a very sad overtone and coming to collect one of it's pieces began to feel more like becoming part of the legacy rather than taking it apart. Deborah gave us a mini tour of place and introduced us to the rest of the collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An elephant (That Chrissy wanted to bring home with us as well!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGn01eznFI/AAAAAAAAAhI/NKXa4fIXUMY/s1600/CIMG9485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGn01eznFI/AAAAAAAAAhI/NKXa4fIXUMY/s320/CIMG9485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548900742048488530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some giraffes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGqAKpb_fI/AAAAAAAAAhg/RUHLRpOdIoM/s1600/CIMG9505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGqAKpb_fI/AAAAAAAAAhg/RUHLRpOdIoM/s320/CIMG9505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548903135732039154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGp_aU4DhI/AAAAAAAAAhY/-DgvbHknqAA/s1600/CIMG9504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGp_aU4DhI/AAAAAAAAAhY/-DgvbHknqAA/s320/CIMG9504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548903122760896018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A hippo &amp;amp; another elephant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGp_BNdQwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eODKi9Tw0CU/s1600/CIMG9486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGp_BNdQwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eODKi9Tw0CU/s320/CIMG9486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548903116018893570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This team of mules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGxgZ-5jvI/AAAAAAAAAio/E-s7lA5MCuQ/s1600/CIMG9496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGxgZ-5jvI/AAAAAAAAAio/E-s7lA5MCuQ/s320/CIMG9496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548911386185797362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGxgp5oskI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Hxlum4j2CTk/s1600/CIMG9497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGxgp5oskI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Hxlum4j2CTk/s320/CIMG9497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548911390458688066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A team of Clydesdales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGr-Nnkl_I/AAAAAAAAAh4/O5K2lHmWScg/s1600/CIMG9488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGr-Nnkl_I/AAAAAAAAAh4/O5K2lHmWScg/s320/CIMG9488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548905301193037810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally the horses we'd come to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGqA6hmQ6I/AAAAAAAAAhw/sU69_nW1lBw/s1600/CIMG9494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGqA6hmQ6I/AAAAAAAAAhw/sU69_nW1lBw/s320/CIMG9494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548903148584059810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGr-Vr3aII/AAAAAAAAAiA/G4l4i7wzIkU/s1600/CIMG9495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGr-Vr3aII/AAAAAAAAAiA/G4l4i7wzIkU/s320/CIMG9495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548905303358531714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were only prepared to buy one and the owner did not want to split up  the driving pairs but poor Chrissy actually would have preferred one of  the larger horses initially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGygoUrhWI/AAAAAAAAAi4/BI2Mip_6yB4/s1600/CIMG9493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGygoUrhWI/AAAAAAAAAi4/BI2Mip_6yB4/s320/CIMG9493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548912489546876258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we met the gray Arabian that we'd decided would most likely come home with us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGr_-UEAsI/AAAAAAAAAiY/GumDQUhBzRc/s1600/CIMG9492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGr_-UEAsI/AAAAAAAAAiY/GumDQUhBzRc/s320/CIMG9492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548905331444417218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGr-4KFCjI/AAAAAAAAAiI/P_BrD9WXn4w/s1600/CIMG9490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGr-4KFCjI/AAAAAAAAAiI/P_BrD9WXn4w/s320/CIMG9490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548905312612059698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGr_S9c7fI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/NuhJsCA3CB8/s1600/CIMG9491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGr_S9c7fI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/NuhJsCA3CB8/s320/CIMG9491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548905319806856690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGxfyKvNCI/AAAAAAAAAig/hFlLAccdxTw/s1600/CIMG9503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGxfyKvNCI/AAAAAAAAAig/hFlLAccdxTw/s320/CIMG9503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548911375498032162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while I remembered getting the photos, the horse seemed to be just a bit different than I recalled....in my mind I kept seeing a red saddle for some reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...until I realized I had it mixed up in my head with this Horsemania Horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desert Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQF4x13xP_I/AAAAAAAAAfY/Ok-x_8NtNos/s1600/desert%2Bdream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQF4x13xP_I/AAAAAAAAAfY/Ok-x_8NtNos/s320/desert%2Bdream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548849013567078386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And when I got home I realized....it's even the same horse in basic color and position...suddenly it seemed meant to be...Chrissy got her life-sized model horse after all. Perhaps we'll call this her Faux Horsemania Horse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the issue of getting it home. We had initially planned to bring the horse trailer but at the last minute thought it would be fine to bring just the flat-bed truck so we all brain-stormed about how the best way to haul it home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a good laugh about hauling it standing up and facing forward, joking about the looks we'd get on the drive back up to Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGz-hvfvrI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ePjOFaDPOiA/s1600/CIMG9506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGz-hvfvrI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ePjOFaDPOiA/s320/CIMG9506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548914102688005810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eventually we figured laying down was probably safest so this is how we traveled up I-5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGz_XlNckI/AAAAAAAAAjI/T-rTqrvGkEE/s1600/CIMG9507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQGz_XlNckI/AAAAAAAAAjI/T-rTqrvGkEE/s320/CIMG9507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548914117140378178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we got quite a few looks thinking this might be a deceased horse as we made our way home. One guy followed us into a rest-stop, slowed down as he passed, checking out our cargo and then moved on without stopping to "rest". We even parked for dinner in Winlock and I'm sure he brought a few more double-takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's now at Horsepitatlity Too, Chrissy farm in Auburn. He's called Patrick, after Deborah's Dad and Maeve's been summoned to come and give her opinion on if he should be painted "Maeve" style or left as is...that's a blog for later I'm sure...but for now, Chrissy has her faux horse and it turns out to be very close to one of the Lexington Horsemania horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the Horsemania horses did sell at the Keeneland Sales Pavilion on December 3rd and more than $383,000 was raised to support local charities &amp;amp; the arts in Lexington. But if anyone else is wishing they could have one of their own, there are about 15 remaining horses unsold at the auction but available on &lt;a href="http://www.horsemania2010.com/horseauction.htm"&gt;ebay&lt;/a&gt; with starting bids of $3,000 each. That could be quite an interesting holiday gift for someone. I checked them out and the auctions are due to close on December 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's one of my personal favorites and still available without a bid as of today on &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/Paisley-Poney-Horse-Mania-2010-Life-Size-/260705195174?pt=Art_Paintings&amp;amp;hash=item3cb33d94a6"&gt;eBay&lt;/a&gt; (in case anyone's still shopping for me!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paisley Pony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQG3kNugtZI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/uculvly9hRc/s1600/paisley%2Bpony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQG3kNugtZI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/uculvly9hRc/s320/paisley%2Bpony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548918048685077906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I did check out the list of all of the ones on ebay. 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We've done Disney at Christmastime a few times and I have to say it's a great way to get yourself in the mood. No one does Holiday decorating any better and they have a way of making it all quite magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this year Disney ran a program called "Give a Day, Get a Disney Day" encouraging one million people to get out and give a day of volunteering. The program started in January and as I recall they had fulfilled all one million offers by the end of March. Since SAFE has daily volunteers, I signed us up for the opportunity to give something back to those who give SAFE so much and I think we had about 15 folks who participated in the program. I was among them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got my reminder to make sure to print my ticket I looked at the calendar and decided I'd like to go at the holiday time since it's so beautiful and I hoped that my family would get excited about it. It turned out that about 12 of us ended up going &amp;amp; we had a great time...how could you not!? It's "The Happiest Place On Earth" according to the sign leading into the park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would make the Happiest Place, the most perfect place on earth for me??? Horses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave myself a project of finding as many horses as I could so my post tonight will not be as wordy as usual, it will be more visual...so...enjoy the Horses Of Disney...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you get in the front gate, the horse you're most likely to see is one of the Trolley Horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBK8JLqe-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/v4ksqSE-kYo/s1600/disneytrolley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBK8JLqe-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/v4ksqSE-kYo/s320/disneytrolley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548517138037898210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this interesting article about the &lt;a href="http://www.thehorse.com/ViewArticle.aspx?ID=742"&gt;Disney Trolley Horse Herd&lt;/a&gt; . Their job is to travel down Main Street between the entrance and Cinderella's Castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the center of the park is a round-about with a statue of Walt Disney, who was reportedly an avid equestrian, and Mickey. Surrounding the round-about are these white horse head posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBK8VerRaI/AAAAAAAAAc4/mCFFTMYWFRI/s1600/disneypost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBK8VerRaI/AAAAAAAAAc4/mCFFTMYWFRI/s320/disneypost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548517141338867106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the far side of Disneyland is the attraction "It's A Small World". While I did catch a few horses in the various country displays (which were difficult to photograph without flash photography) I did capture this equine topiary as our Small World boat traveled through the gardens on it's way in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBK8obX2hI/AAAAAAAAAdA/KK9uNEIxxIU/s1600/disneysmallworld1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBK8obX2hI/AAAAAAAAAdA/KK9uNEIxxIU/s320/disneysmallworld1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548517146425285138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just inside Cinderella's Castle are two beautiful horse head's atop a couple of souvenir displays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBOUibyx_I/AAAAAAAAAdY/TQE-Rsat4zk/s1600/disneycastle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBOUibyx_I/AAAAAAAAAdY/TQE-Rsat4zk/s320/disneycastle3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548520855668180978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBOUDf6x4I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/6knluL0GPEo/s1600/disneycastle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBOUDf6x4I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/6knluL0GPEo/s320/disneycastle2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548520847363983234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBOTyk0yYI/AAAAAAAAAdI/U_GjYgf_qKc/s1600/disneycastle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBOTyk0yYI/AAAAAAAAAdI/U_GjYgf_qKc/s320/disneycastle1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548520842821159298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're not far from what I call the Coconut Carousal. Every single horse on the carousal is white, much like my horse, Coconut Macaroon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBP2L7Nm8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/pMZSYQUDPTA/s1600/dinsey%2Bcoconut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBP2L7Nm8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/pMZSYQUDPTA/s320/dinsey%2Bcoconut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548522533253127106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that not all in positions I would call "well behaved" so I chose my steed carefully. I found a Coconut who seemed somewhat collected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBP2dxrSFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/bWvDqnFBbZY/s1600/dinsey%2Bcoconut2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBP2dxrSFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/bWvDqnFBbZY/s320/dinsey%2Bcoconut2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548522538044966994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a rare moment, my family joined me on a horseback ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larissa's Coconut seems to have a little head tossing issue, but it appears she had a good time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBP14qOXBI/AAAAAAAAAdw/cJ5jllnzWWY/s1600/disneylarissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBP14qOXBI/AAAAAAAAAdw/cJ5jllnzWWY/s320/disneylarissa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548522528081599506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..and Les' Coconut appears to have been pulling on the bit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBP1h9ZwhI/AAAAAAAAAdo/a5dZbbwqwr4/s1600/disneyles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBP1h9ZwhI/AAAAAAAAAdo/a5dZbbwqwr4/s320/disneyles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548522521988022802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corey was "Benched" :-/ but at least he went on the ride. (I opted not to take a photo of him on his bench). I, however, was very happy to ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBP1JQyE3I/AAAAAAAAAdg/6xuodatwq14/s1600/disneyjet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBP1JQyE3I/AAAAAAAAAdg/6xuodatwq14/s320/disneyjet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548522515358421874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the popular Disney films have horses in them. I believe all of the Princes in the Princess themed movies have had a horse and then there was even a whole horse themed animation film, Spirit: Stallion of Cimerron. But one of the most beloved horses is Bullseye, Woodies trusty friend in the Toy Story films. The first "Bullseye" I met didn't exactly seem "trusty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBRjf2FXmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/oDtCTaFcHo8/s1600/disneywoody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBRjf2FXmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/oDtCTaFcHo8/s320/disneywoody.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548524411206065762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a little later I met this charming young man playing with his "Bullseye". It wasn't until I approached his Mom to ask if I could snap a photo of him playing with his new pony friend that I noticed he was actually dressed AS Woody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBRjpCsofI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-Vh44VYL740/s1600/disneykidbullseye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBRjpCsofI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-Vh44VYL740/s320/disneykidbullseye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548524413674889714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just loved the smile on his face as he played with Bullseye but when my camera came out his brother showed up with mickey ice creams and so I missed the adorable playing shot but I did get this one where he asked Bullseye if he wanted a bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBRj1daySI/AAAAAAAAAeY/KLjoOQmUZ-I/s1600/disneykidbullseye2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBRj1daySI/AAAAAAAAAeY/KLjoOQmUZ-I/s320/disneykidbullseye2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548524417008191778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new Disney animated movie coming out, Tangled, that tells a new tale of Rapunzel and features a white horse named Maximus as a main character. In one of the shops I found a whole Maximus herd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBUByobknI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ssVqjRNjOg8/s1600/disneymaximusherd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBUByobknI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ssVqjRNjOg8/s320/disneymaximusherd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548527130668405362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I carried one around until I could find a place to get a single shot for detail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBUBkNfIQI/AAAAAAAAAeg/xM932F8b128/s1600/disneymaximus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBUBkNfIQI/AAAAAAAAAeg/xM932F8b128/s320/disneymaximus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548527126797295874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This next horse is not a Disney horse but it was on the shoulder of my Sister-in-law, Tonya. It held snacks and sweaters for my nieces, Nya &amp;amp; Quinci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBUCLGYWrI/AAAAAAAAAew/PdZoyG3qbx0/s1600/disneybackpack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBUCLGYWrI/AAAAAAAAAew/PdZoyG3qbx0/s320/disneybackpack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548527137236474546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, Yes, I gave it to them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to show how much Disney loves horses, I ran across this random mural in Frontierland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBVVFkJeFI/AAAAAAAAAe4/7nDTLc3zeBc/s1600/disneynoblecompanion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBVVFkJeFI/AAAAAAAAAe4/7nDTLc3zeBc/s320/disneynoblecompanion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548528561679857746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and finally...while there's no horse in this shot I thought I'd share this one last Disney Horse moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned in my "Give a Day, Get a Disney Day" volunteer voucher they gave me a button to wear during my visit. Disney has this great program for helping people celebrate things like birthdays, anniversaries, honeymoon, first time to Disneyland, etc...and when you wear these buttons (some with your name written on them) the cast members will say things like "Happy Birthday &lt;insert&gt;" or Happy Anniversary, etc... for me I was both thanked for volunteering and asked what I volunteered to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In California Adventure I waited in line to see Santa &amp;amp; he actually asked me what I had done to volunteer. When I told him I work with a horse rescue group, he gave me a very appreciative smile and said "I love horses, myself...they're a bit like my reindeer!" So there you have it....Santa loves horses too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBVVLdgJnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/cqsAIiTnV90/s1600/disneysanta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDMAfyZJp00/TQBVVLdgJnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/cqsAIiTnV90/s320/disneysanta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548528563262596722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372237170571450884-3048841645286549146?l=hoofprintsacrossmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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