Kinetic aka Sir Beast, Beastie Boy, Mister Man, Big Horse, Steve, Black Beauty, Kintec, K-tic, Canoodle
Kinetic is my first horse. He’s a ’93 model OTTB that I got through a rescue when I was 14. Unfortunately, I was overhorsed, underprepared, and lacked the support system to make the right decisions regarding his training. My parents aren’t horsey people, my trainer hated him, and I wasn’t confident enough to make the decision to move barns. He’s a BIG 16.2, knows it, and used it to intimidate me. As such, that mystical love-bond between horse and rider has eluded us. I wanted so badly to have that relationship with him, that I excused and justified a lot of his behavior. None of it is his fault; I obviously wasn’t ready for a horse with his issues and he was just scared and confused. Although we aren’t soul mates, I still have a lot of respect for him. He kept me sane through college, taught me about tenacity and humility, followed me to Colorado, and has become a damn fine trail horse. At 19, he’s just about broke :). He’s put up with me for ten years, and will hopefully put up with me for many more.
Angel , aka Pony Pants, Pants, Midget, Pony, Squee, Mare Face, Tiny Pants
Angel joined the remuda in September 2011. I’d been riding her for a friend (read: enabler) who said we were a great team. I agreed and made the mistake of mentioning that Angel was a fantastic horse and I’d love to have a horse like her (IN A HYPOTHETICAL WORLD). Friend said, “Fantastic, I’ll work up a contract and we can discuss details this weekend.” Ummm, what? What details? Did I just buy a horse? Yes, apparently I did and Pony Pants has turned out to be the most fantastic accidental purchase. She’s so brave and willing that I constantly forget she’s only three. Although she does have a past, we are quickly working through any latent issues and she’s becoming a rockstar. She also gives me an excuse to buy fun western bling and pink, glittery things. I’m hoping to turn her into a utilitarian horse; one that’s just as happy moving cows as she is bopping over little hunter courses.
The first flock of my little homestead is no longer. Foxes are smarter than I am.
Cowboy, the best, most well-travelled hamster there ever was