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Scooter
APHA
Sire: Freckles Playboy
I was showing at the Paint World Show in Fort Worth Texas with 8 of our horses. The show is in July each year at the Rogers Show grounds which are huge and wonderful while also a humid and very hot environment for everyone.
I was in a hurry one morning and decided to cut through one of the big barn aisleways to get across the wide spread show grounds to an arena to watch a class.
Glancing over my right shoulder and looking briefly into a stall. . . stood a small paint horse, fully saddled, snubbed to the stall wall, dripping with sweat after a good work out as a reiner. He still had his leg wraps and bell boots on while patiently waiting for his trainer to prepare him for his cool down and bath.
It was love at first sight. . . I felt as if i knew the small horse at some level I could not explain. Negotiating with the trainer I brought him home to Colorado. He had just turned four and also had just been gelded. His reining training was a bonus and I went on to show him successfully for three years. . . locally and back at the World Championships. He always needed very little warm up or practice . . . he just went in and did his job!
At home he became my BFF right away and we continued over our years and years together to develop a deep connection as he offered up his healing with my clients and myself. Over time he became convinced he was all I needed for the work and would bang on his stall when a client arrived. At my clinics or symposiums he was almost verbal with his antics and comedic ways to please a crowd.
In September 2009, I shocked his fan base with a notice of his sudden death. The photos on this page were taken two weeks before. He rolled one night out in a paddock under the stars and feeling fine. . . and had a nephro splenic episode where the intestine slips over the ligament connected to his kidneys. . . very, very rare and freak thing.
He died in my arms with his head in my lap while our vet was racing to our farm. He was a once in a life time soul mate horse for me and I took it really hard.
I have been blessed to have 100's of horses and of all of them. . . as far as a heart and soul connection goes. . . he was one of a kind. I wear a piece of his tail as a bracelet and never ever take it off to keep his angelic energy with me always.
Thank you Scooter, for all your teaching, love and friendship. . . I carry you in my heart.
APHA
Sire: Freckles Playboy
I was showing at the Paint World Show in Fort Worth Texas with 8 of our horses. The show is in July each year at the Rogers Show grounds which are huge and wonderful while also a humid and very hot environment for everyone.
I was in a hurry one morning and decided to cut through one of the big barn aisleways to get across the wide spread show grounds to an arena to watch a class.
Glancing over my right shoulder and looking briefly into a stall. . . stood a small paint horse, fully saddled, snubbed to the stall wall, dripping with sweat after a good work out as a reiner. He still had his leg wraps and bell boots on while patiently waiting for his trainer to prepare him for his cool down and bath.
It was love at first sight. . . I felt as if i knew the small horse at some level I could not explain. Negotiating with the trainer I brought him home to Colorado. He had just turned four and also had just been gelded. His reining training was a bonus and I went on to show him successfully for three years. . . locally and back at the World Championships. He always needed very little warm up or practice . . . he just went in and did his job!
At home he became my BFF right away and we continued over our years and years together to develop a deep connection as he offered up his healing with my clients and myself. Over time he became convinced he was all I needed for the work and would bang on his stall when a client arrived. At my clinics or symposiums he was almost verbal with his antics and comedic ways to please a crowd.
In September 2009, I shocked his fan base with a notice of his sudden death. The photos on this page were taken two weeks before. He rolled one night out in a paddock under the stars and feeling fine. . . and had a nephro splenic episode where the intestine slips over the ligament connected to his kidneys. . . very, very rare and freak thing.
He died in my arms with his head in my lap while our vet was racing to our farm. He was a once in a life time soul mate horse for me and I took it really hard.I have been blessed to have 100's of horses and of all of them. . . as far as a heart and soul connection goes. . . he was one of a kind. I wear a piece of his tail as a bracelet and never ever take it off to keep his angelic energy with me always.
Thank you Scooter, for all your teaching, love and friendship. . . I carry you in my heart.