Why am I here? Well, God put me on earth so someone would buy horses, ponies, tack, feed. It's a tough job, but someone ...
I grew up in Burbank, California, where only the rich (or at least richer than us) had horses. My fire fighter dad, who hated riding, would take me to a stable where they rented saddle horses and ride with me. I did not know what a sacrifice this was at the time. My grandmother gave me a nice collection, one piece at a time, of horse figurines. My mom thought (and still does) I was nuts. So, as soon as I got married, we moved to Oregon and at age 21 I finally had a horse. Jump forward 40 years and I broke my back flying off a nice Arab endurance horse and became a born again believer in gaited. We also have four adopted kids with cerebral palsy so when we became interested in therapy horses, we looked for pony (because I never had one) and gaited (because .... well ... they're gaited). A disabled friend has a very sweet Icelandic and they sent us to the Niels West herd when it was disbursed. We went looking for a nice well-broke gelding and came home with two halter broke fillies. If I had it to do again, I'd go up to Robyn Hood's and buy that nice gelding, but the two mares are doing very well and I'm starting ponies at age 66 - with some assistance from a trainer friend. Nancy
