Thursday, May 14, 2015
Opened a Can of Crazy
I had one of those weeks. Where my inner Horse Hoarder ran rampant. I just could not let go of the conversation I had with my farrier when he said Whiskey should have one last baby. It haunted me. Whispering in my ear. I fell over the edge when I went out to work the dogs and Whiskey was so incredibly lovely. I became obsessed. Stallion research commenced. The vet was phoned and her x-rays were sent to my farrier to review. I told him I needed his professional opinion. Would she handle being able to carry one more foal.? In the days it took for him to respond I blew through $30 of AQHA records, and narrowed down a stallion choice.
And then it happened.
My farrier responded with his first negative comment about Whiskey. After reviewing the x-rays he felt breeding would cause major trauma and break down. Not being able to breed her safely and comfortably means no baby. Based on his reaction I realized her days were a lot more numbered than I thought.
My obsessive behaviour reached epic proportions. I sent email after email, message after message, desperate to find relatives to her. I begged to buy back her filly. I just could not imagine a world without her. Without carrying on her genetic stamp.
Trust me. I get it. Her breeding isn't remarkable. It's not trendy and it's not full of performance earners. What it is is full of history. Full of horses with athletic ability and outstanding dispositions. Those horses have been proven in an entirely different way.
It was somewhat surprising to discover these horses hadn't been overbred. Whiskey's mom had four foals. Her sire had five. Granted she was the last of the lot. Sold off as a two year old during a dispersal sale.
Back to my crazy.
One of my many emails reached gold. The lady who owned Whiskey's dam had bought a number of Bar U horses. Tonight we had a lovely conversation. It was fun talking with someone who knew the history. Who had actually tried to buy Whiskey as a yearling - owner refused to sell - and loved these horses as much as I do.
So, my hoarder tendencies are still in fine form. I may have... done something crazy... and made a tentative agreement to buy a yearling. From the Bar U lines. I'd like to go look this July. If she looks good, I'll buy. The current owner is a little quirky. She's mailing me copies of papers and pictures of the filly. But that's okay.
What's a little sketchy is the crazy I seem to have landed on....