Pete was born on the farm. He has always been like the bratty little brother of the bunch. Huckleberry, a large strawberry roan, is Dad’s main ride. Each horse has a fan in the summer. They are in during the day and outside at night. The schedule will flip in October.Palomino Prince was born on the farm over twenty years ago. He is like a large puppy and very gentle. Now retired due to his back hip issues, he was a fun ride. Moe was my ride foe 21 years. At 28 he has earned his retirement. He never did like my camera. He dug out the entire side of his stall so the fan gets all of his back.When I was looking for a new horse, I kept writing down all the things I wanted and would say, ‘I want another Moe.’ It so happened the horse I found met all my requirements and was named Big Moe.Big Moe, Huck and Prince
Thank you for sharing your horses. I always wanted a horse growing up but my parents were against it. We lived out in the country with plenty of acres for horses.
My dad and mom divorced when I was in college. Then he remarried and bought his two new girls horses! I’m no longer bitter about it, but I was at the time.
Thank you so much for sharing your dear friends with us. Prince was the name of my mother’s childhood horse. Ella continues to ride horses on a weekly basis. For many years, they have provided her therapy. Like the quote says, “there is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man.” ❤️
I never knew I wanted a horse until 2014 when my neighbors got Brownie, a senior pinto quarter horse (28) who shared my fence. I’ve hardly loved anything more than that horse. I spent so much time with him, learning from him. He was pretty lonely and made a herd out of my dobie/lab mix, Dusty T. Dog and Lily T. Wolf (Siberian husky). I’d come home from teaching and find them all together by the fence. Brownie knew that a carrot was coming as soon as I put my stuff down. He missed me when I was gone and nickered and pawed the ground the minute he heard my car on our road. I never never never imagined knowing a being like that. If I’d known then where I was moving (9/2014) I’d have kept him when his people moved away, but I didn’t know. I didn’t know that my temporary Colorado home would be a cabin in Del Norte where horses were welcome. Not that I know how to care for a horse, but Brownie could probably have told me most of what I needed to know. He told me when he needed hay, water and, of course, a carrot. Grain? Out of my pay grade at the time but I could have learned. I still miss him. We’d have been fine here. All this to say I love these photos.
Thank you. I’m glad we are able to keep out old boys who served us well. Not everyone can afford to keep one that is “lawn furniture.” I love my old and new Moes. I also logged lots of miles on Prince.
Your horses are beautiful. I enjoy seeing photos of animals who are loved, even if they may not be working anymore. Every creature deserves a good retirement.
The Yoga Cowgirl 
Thank you for sharing your horses. I always wanted a horse growing up but my parents were against it. We lived out in the country with plenty of acres for horses.
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I always wanted one as a kid, but we moved to often. I got my first pony when I was 29. So glad I did.
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My dad and mom divorced when I was in college. Then he remarried and bought his two new girls horses! I’m no longer bitter about it, but I was at the time.
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I got my first one at 29! You can still get that pony.
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That’s so sweet. I’m no longer interested. We’re thinking about our next kitten. 🙂
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LOL! Big difference .
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Beautiful boys!
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Thank you!
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Pete looks mischievous and I love him. They’re all beautiful.
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You have Pete’s number. A a yearling we called him Pistol Pete. Thank you.
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Thank you so much for sharing your dear friends with us. Prince was the name of my mother’s childhood horse. Ella continues to ride horses on a weekly basis. For many years, they have provided her therapy. Like the quote says, “there is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man.” ❤️
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Yep! Old Moe helped me out of depression. They are wonderful creatures.
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I never knew I wanted a horse until 2014 when my neighbors got Brownie, a senior pinto quarter horse (28) who shared my fence. I’ve hardly loved anything more than that horse. I spent so much time with him, learning from him. He was pretty lonely and made a herd out of my dobie/lab mix, Dusty T. Dog and Lily T. Wolf (Siberian husky). I’d come home from teaching and find them all together by the fence. Brownie knew that a carrot was coming as soon as I put my stuff down. He missed me when I was gone and nickered and pawed the ground the minute he heard my car on our road. I never never never imagined knowing a being like that. If I’d known then where I was moving (9/2014) I’d have kept him when his people moved away, but I didn’t know. I didn’t know that my temporary Colorado home would be a cabin in Del Norte where horses were welcome. Not that I know how to care for a horse, but Brownie could probably have told me most of what I needed to know. He told me when he needed hay, water and, of course, a carrot. Grain? Out of my pay grade at the time but I could have learned. I still miss him. We’d have been fine here. All this to say I love these photos.
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Thank you. I’m glad we are able to keep out old boys who served us well. Not everyone can afford to keep one that is “lawn furniture.” I love my old and new Moes. I also logged lots of miles on Prince.
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Your horses are beautiful. I enjoy seeing photos of animals who are loved, even if they may not be working anymore. Every creature deserves a good retirement.
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love your boys so different and so wonderful 🥰
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