I’ve been around horses my whole life—starting with pony rides at county fairs as a kid, then lessons on a stubborn Shetland, and eventually owning my own Quarter Horse mare named Daisy who taught me more about patience than any human ever could. There’s something magical about these animals, isn’t there? Their power, grace, and … Read more
There’s something truly magical about spotting a Gypsy Vanner for the first time. I remember it vividly—driving through the countryside years ago, I caught sight of a horse that looked like it had stepped out of a fairy tale. Flowing mane cascading like a waterfall, thick feathering on the legs swaying in the breeze, and … Read more
I’ll never forget the first time I swung into the saddle on a gaited horse. After years of posting trots on Quarter Horses and feeling every jolt on rocky trails, that first effortless glide felt like cheating. No bounce, no jarring—just pure, floating motion. It was a Tennessee Walker named Blue, and from that day … Read more
I’ve been around horses my whole life—growing up on a small family farm where my first “ride” was on an old Quarter Horse named Dusty when I was barely four. He was the definition of bombproof: patient, steady, and forgiving of my wobbly legs and accidental kicks. That early experience shaped everything for me. Years … Read more