Hi everyone, I'm relatively new to here, and thought I'd tell you all a little about me. I am 58, soon to be 59. I am married to a wonderful man named Jack. We have been married for nearly 14 yrs. We live on a small farm in the central part of N. Ky. We have 2 horses, Sassy and Geronimo, and two dogs, both MinPins, Angel and Duchess.

I grew up around horses and broke and trained my first horse to show in Western Pleasure and 4H. He was a QH/shetland pony cross,and took his contrariness after his daddy. He stood just 13.2 HH and was the best friend I ever had. I never had any brothers or sisters, so he was my playmate. We would play hide and seek and tag. A lot of times I would play sick so I could stay home from school just to play with my horse. I would get in his stall and fool with him, and when I'd get tired, I would set down under him and lean up against his back legs and fall asleep. No one could even come close to me either. He wouldn't let anyone near me. When I woke up, then he was fine. He was my mentor and my best friend. We spent 30 yrs together. Then in Jan of 1987, I had to have him put down. His veins all collapsed. He got down and couldn't get up. I had intended to bury him on the farm when he went, but with it Jan, the ground was froze and no way to get a hole dug to bury him. It hurt so bad to have to have the dead wagon come pick him up. It was like losing part of my family.