Owner: Ringo.
Show Name: Castle on The Hill Barn Name: Tiny Dancer Gender: Mare Age: 8 years Height: 17.1hh Eye Colour: stones rock (grey) Phenotype: Sooty blood bay tobiano mis-marked few-spot pintaloosa Genotype: Ee/AA/Prlprl/Toto/LpLp/PATN2patn2 Discipline: Therapy Horse Halter: Brown leather w/ steel hardware Edits: - pinned ears - wide eyes - trimmed tail Breeding Info: - homozygous agouti - homozygous appaloosa (LpLp) - carries (recessive) pearl |
Personality:
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It was a stormy night, I knew today was going to be a rough one.
I had gotten a call from a friend. She sounded panicky and told me the address she wanted me to go to.
Apparently lightning had struck a barn 30 minutes away from where I lived.
She told me there were going to be horses who needed to go to new homes. I told her I'll be there soon.
I grabbed a raincoat and rain boots and quickly hooked up a trailer to the back of my truck.
I filled it with fresh hay and water and made sure the floor was covered by a soft blanket.
I rushed to the ranch. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins.
I was scared, worried, concerned. My mind wouldn't stop piling "what if's" on top of one another.
I ended up going a bit over the speed limit. The roads were very wet as the storm grew stronger with each passing minute.
My entire body was shaking as I pulled up to the ranch, immediately getting out and rushing to the barn.
Horses were being led out. Rearing and screaming in fear. Everyone was rushing and pushing the horses.
I know they need to get them out quickly but they're scaring the poor things.
One horse caught my eye, a beautiful sooty blood bay tobiano mis-marked few-spot pintaloosa.
They were being led out by a guy who was obviously terrifying them to death.
I rushed over and told him I'd take them and to get the other horses out.
This beauty was a mare. Her eyes were filled with fear and trauma. My heart broke for her.
I had to get her out of here as quickly as possible. With all my might I tried my best to get her to my trailer.
I took my time with her. I wanted to grow a relationship with her. I don't need her being scared of me.
She was a tough one. Very stubborn, she was also filled with sass.
When I finally got her loaded in my trailer I made sure she was comfortable.
I gently brushed her down and spoke softly to her, letting her know she was safe.
I brought her back to my ranch. I didn't talk to anyone or let anyone know I was taking her but I didn't care at that moment.
The storm wasn't as strong when we got there but we were already soaked.
I had my stable hands prepare a stall for her with fresh bedding, hay, and water. I got a leather bridle and gently put it on her.
She allowed me to put that on along with a green camo blanket to keep her warm. This mare was very sweet.
I led her to the stable and when she saw all the other horses looking at her she freaked.
She started rearing and neighing. She was stronger than me, she had yanked the rope from my hands and bolted.
I didn't understand why she was scared but I wasn't going to force her. She already had a rough night.
I found her in the middle of one of the pastures. Laying in the rain just relaxing. With how her night was, I was surprised to see how relaxed she was. I had told my stable hands to prepare a stall that is away from the other horses.
I also had them put my mare, Dakota across from her stall so she can start slow.
When the mare was ready she allowed me to bring her to the stall. She saw the mare across from her stall and pinned her ears back with nervousness. I spoke softly to her. Letting her know that she won't be hurt.
When I was getting her comfortable with the new mare and stall, I thought of the perfect name for her.
"Tiny Dancer". She looked at me with her ears perked. It seemed as though she liked it.
I left the two mares alone. I watched them from my phone since we put cameras in the stable.
Tiny was pacing. Always stopping to look at the mare. Dakota understood how Tiny was feeling and that was quite clear.
She would bob her head at Tiny, signaling that she wasn't a threat.
Tiny was scared though. She would rear a bit before pacing again.
I decided to not watch them for a bit. I knew they would be okay.
I waited at least twenty minutes before going to check on them.
When I went to the stable I had seen that the gate to Tiny's stall was open. I look at Dakota and Tiny was next to her fast asleep.
Relaxed and sleeping peacefully while Dakota laid her head on Tiny's back.
I closed the doors to the stables and called it a night.
It took a while before Tiny warmed up to all the horses on the ranch, and she definitely isn't the nicest horse in the pasture, but she has come a long away since that night. She will always be scared and cautious about new horses and there's nothing to change that. All we can do and is take things step-by-step.
I had gotten a call from a friend. She sounded panicky and told me the address she wanted me to go to.
Apparently lightning had struck a barn 30 minutes away from where I lived.
She told me there were going to be horses who needed to go to new homes. I told her I'll be there soon.
I grabbed a raincoat and rain boots and quickly hooked up a trailer to the back of my truck.
I filled it with fresh hay and water and made sure the floor was covered by a soft blanket.
I rushed to the ranch. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins.
I was scared, worried, concerned. My mind wouldn't stop piling "what if's" on top of one another.
I ended up going a bit over the speed limit. The roads were very wet as the storm grew stronger with each passing minute.
My entire body was shaking as I pulled up to the ranch, immediately getting out and rushing to the barn.
Horses were being led out. Rearing and screaming in fear. Everyone was rushing and pushing the horses.
I know they need to get them out quickly but they're scaring the poor things.
One horse caught my eye, a beautiful sooty blood bay tobiano mis-marked few-spot pintaloosa.
They were being led out by a guy who was obviously terrifying them to death.
I rushed over and told him I'd take them and to get the other horses out.
This beauty was a mare. Her eyes were filled with fear and trauma. My heart broke for her.
I had to get her out of here as quickly as possible. With all my might I tried my best to get her to my trailer.
I took my time with her. I wanted to grow a relationship with her. I don't need her being scared of me.
She was a tough one. Very stubborn, she was also filled with sass.
When I finally got her loaded in my trailer I made sure she was comfortable.
I gently brushed her down and spoke softly to her, letting her know she was safe.
I brought her back to my ranch. I didn't talk to anyone or let anyone know I was taking her but I didn't care at that moment.
The storm wasn't as strong when we got there but we were already soaked.
I had my stable hands prepare a stall for her with fresh bedding, hay, and water. I got a leather bridle and gently put it on her.
She allowed me to put that on along with a green camo blanket to keep her warm. This mare was very sweet.
I led her to the stable and when she saw all the other horses looking at her she freaked.
She started rearing and neighing. She was stronger than me, she had yanked the rope from my hands and bolted.
I didn't understand why she was scared but I wasn't going to force her. She already had a rough night.
I found her in the middle of one of the pastures. Laying in the rain just relaxing. With how her night was, I was surprised to see how relaxed she was. I had told my stable hands to prepare a stall that is away from the other horses.
I also had them put my mare, Dakota across from her stall so she can start slow.
When the mare was ready she allowed me to bring her to the stall. She saw the mare across from her stall and pinned her ears back with nervousness. I spoke softly to her. Letting her know that she won't be hurt.
When I was getting her comfortable with the new mare and stall, I thought of the perfect name for her.
"Tiny Dancer". She looked at me with her ears perked. It seemed as though she liked it.
I left the two mares alone. I watched them from my phone since we put cameras in the stable.
Tiny was pacing. Always stopping to look at the mare. Dakota understood how Tiny was feeling and that was quite clear.
She would bob her head at Tiny, signaling that she wasn't a threat.
Tiny was scared though. She would rear a bit before pacing again.
I decided to not watch them for a bit. I knew they would be okay.
I waited at least twenty minutes before going to check on them.
When I went to the stable I had seen that the gate to Tiny's stall was open. I look at Dakota and Tiny was next to her fast asleep.
Relaxed and sleeping peacefully while Dakota laid her head on Tiny's back.
I closed the doors to the stables and called it a night.
It took a while before Tiny warmed up to all the horses on the ranch, and she definitely isn't the nicest horse in the pasture, but she has come a long away since that night. She will always be scared and cautious about new horses and there's nothing to change that. All we can do and is take things step-by-step.