Post by Beth Hostetter on Aug 9, 2010 12:42:11 GMT -5
'Lets waste time chasing cars
Hello, my name is Beth. I have hugged 23 horses. I would like to board my horse here please, here at Pinewood Stables.
My horses registered name is The Undertaker
I just call him Tako (pronounced Tay-Koh) or sometimes Tardo, as in REtardo .
Here is Tako's information.
* Breed of horse: Thoroughbred
* Age of horse: 6
* Height of horse: 17.1
* Gender of horse: Gelding (recently gelded)
* Markings/coloring: Dark Bay, One sock on right hind, and one star in the center of his head. Quite a pretty boy actually.
* Discipline: Hunter/Jumper (in training... attempting)
& Personality (at least one good paragraph):
This horse is crazy. Let's just say he's a special child. A bad case of ADHD times twenty. In his short lived racing career (he was sold halfway through age 3), he went through three jockeys, two grooms, and left a hoof-shaped imprint on his trainer's shoulder to remember him by. Not in ill-will or to be evil. Not at all. He's just... kinda crazy. Ok... very crazy. Despite the fact that he's on ultra-low energy foods, is generally out in the pasture all night and some during the day, and has calming pastes and herbs all over his stall, he still needs about 20 to 30 minutes of exercise on the lunge or hot walker and still ends up giving quite a few "happy bucks" and bolting a few times during the training. He's only gotten "calm" once... and that's after downing two plates of nachos when he bucked Beth off and took off around the grounds after jumping the arena fence.
He's talented, gorgeous, and an obvious athlete, but despite all of that, his high energy and unpredictable bouts of bolting or bucking means that Beth most likely won't be able to ever find him a permanent home with someone else, so, after seven months of trying to train him and failing, she decided to just keep him and have him be her full-time horse, since she knew him, though often he'll play a trick that'll leave her own head spinning, like the time he managed to somehow crawl over his stall door in the ten minutes nobody was looking and trot down the barn aisle to the open lounge area where he promptly stuck his nose in a pitcher of lemonade and began to drink. He's had a stall guard on the top part ever since.
His antics exasperated his race owners, and after six months of changing hands, found himself at an auction at age 4, where Beth found him in a lot full of horses headed to the Mexican slaughterhouses. She paid $50, and then spent the next five hours trying to get him into a giant stock trailer she had brought. Then, once they finally got him and and got home, spent the next two hours trying to get him out. He's a handful... a special needs horse. But, he is sweet, and tries his best, and never deliberately tries to cause damage, even though he does get easily distracted.
My horse would make a fine boarder in Pinewood Stables,
-- Elizabeth Jane Hostetter
