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You drive along in a rural part of upstate New York, somewhere near Saratoga Race Track. You are driving down a narrow road with trees overhanging. You know that your destination is on the left, but you can't see a sign until - whoa! You turn sharply; the sign was simple but elegant, nearly hidden in the trees. It was white with black text reading: Sez Who Sporthorses, with a silhouette of a horse and rider jumping above it. You park the car after passing a large indoor ring and a front pasture. You hop out of the car and walk towards the barn. The farm is a small one, with only about 10 stalls and horses, though future renovation is a possi

Holy sharizzlemoly! Lots happened while I was MIA... First of all, Caramel had to be euthanized in February...he was really one of a kind, I have never met another dog like him, and I probably never will....He was so sweet, gentle, and caring, even as a puppy when I was much younger, he was so sweet and gentle-yet, at the same time, he was athletic and strong. Second of all, like a few weeks ago, I got a new puppy! He's a Cavalier King Charles puppy. Thirdly, I now lease a wicked talented and amazing Appendix Quarter Horse. He's still a little green and needs a little polishing off, but I've jump three feet solidly with him, and his owne

OKAY. So, you all know how Fancy was looking up and how everything was all good, she was on the road to recovery, yadadyadadyada. Right? WRONG. So, I go to the barn yesterday it's two days before the Equatation Finals, I'm all happy. I ride, cool Jill out, start untacking her and brushing her. The farrier comes and is checking Fancy. Her hooves are still meh, but they're still better than they were. As he passes her face, he says "Wait a sec. This horse had a stroke recently. How come no one noticed it before?" And it's probably true. Her upper lip is twisted to one side, and her left side is unresponsive. He calls over the barn owner (NOT my