Yesterday, I introduced Okie. My pretty little crippled mare. And I really did need suggestions from others. I like other people's opinions, even if they aren't the same as mine. I was hoping that someone out there would have some experience with this or know of someone who did. So if you do-give me all the info you got. Okie's options are limited. Did I mention that we have 30 horses? And one on the way...
Introducing the only horse that has a guaranteed "forever" life contract with me - Diala Dandy Dolly -aka-"Woofer".
Woofer @ 24 years of age
Woofer was born on our ranch 24 years ago. I lost the coin toss the summer she turned 2 and ended up being the one that was stuck with breaking her. The mare scared the beggezus out of me. I was 15. She could snort and rattle her nostrils like an experienced bronc and the way she watched you - it was spooky. She could look you right in the eye and you swore she was telling you to "bring it on". My dad climbed up on the fence and said, "she sure is woofy." The name stuck. Thank God it was all bluff. She bucked the first couple times we saddled her, but I cannot ever remember her bucking with a person. That summer I decided I wanted to buy her because my dad was a horse trader and I knew she wouldn't stay at the ranch for long. I sold all kinds of stuff, wrestled calves and rode another colt to come up with the $500 she was priced at. Funny how that has become my magic number for horses. The next spring she was mine.
I could fill pages with all of the stories about this great old mare. As anyone with a "special" horse can relate to that. She tolerated so much crap, logged tens of thousands of miles being hauled around the country with me, took the very best care of my daughter when she was little, learned everything from western pleasure to barrels and poles and then to do working cowhorse and cutting, sparkled in showmanship, taught me how to do flying lead changes and how to ride bridless and produced a few beautiful babies too. She is the mother to my current barrel horse, Moon. We are anxiously awaiting her foal in May.
Last year she was bred. She got huge. We aren't sure what happened but think that because she was so big that when she got up that day, she tore her placenta and by the time we got the colt pulled he was dead. A beautiful grulla stud colt. It was devastating. We thought we were going to loose Woofer too, but she pulled through really well for her age and when the vet checked her again, he gave her a clean bill of health and said to breed her back if we wanted to. Amazing! This year, she has been on a strict diet and kept by herself because she still does the darnest things.
As good a care as Woofer has taken of me in my youth and the special care she showed with Megan when she was little, there is nothing she will ever have to want for again. She is the queen and so will be treated like royalty. I hope for many years to come.
Woofer @ 20 years old