The RED HORSE Diaries!

Prisoner Trained Mustang Adoption Event
9/22/2011
My post announcing his particular Prisoner Trained Mustang Adoption Event

My post after adopting him
10/9/11
My post right after having surprised myself by adopting him

I write about all the other Mustangs
10/10/11
I write about all the other Mustangs from the adoption

This post tells about how I prepare
10/13/11
This post tells about how I prepare to go back to the prison to pick him up

This post tells about our first day
10/16/11
This post tells about our first day and night together

Hubby had broken his neck
10/25/11
Red Horse Diary #1 – I begin training Rojo

Every Day is Groundhog Day
11/20/11
Red Horse Diary #2 – Every Day is Groundhog Day

I'M ONBOARD!
12/7/11
Red Horse Diary #3 – I’M ONBOARD!

I'M ONBOARD AND I'M STICKING TO IT!
12/28/11
Red Horse Diary #4 – I’M ONBOARD AND I’M STICKING TO IT!

HOW TO KEEP THE BOND WHEN YOU HAVE NO TIME!
1/11/12
Red Horse Diary #5 – HOW TO KEEP THE BOND WHEN YOU HAVE NO TIME!

IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME...
1/22/12
Red Horse Diary #6 –  IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME…

IS OWN LITTLE HERD...
2/24/12
Red Horse Diary #7 – HIS OWN LITTLE HERD…

ROJO PROCURES A HAREM!
6/3/12
Red Horse Diary #8 – ROJO PROCURES A HAREM!

Starting over. Oy.
4/29/13
RED HORSE DIARY #9 – Starting over. Oy.

Only one comment so far...

  1. sarah vann

    Hello,

    I wanted you to know, how much I love your blog and all the information you partake of, and then offer to your ‘gentle readers.’
    i will be interested in following your red horse blog.
    i was 18 whenI acquired a captured mare. She was from the nevada range. The year was 1962.
    The San Jose stock yards was a magnet for me. A car was pure freedom, I use to visit there and drive to Newark, calif. The slaughter house. I would sneak over the chain link fences to see all the poor horses. I was caught trying to hoist a little filly over the fence..Silly me, they just told me to get!

    I taught mandy to be a riding mare. When I could mouth her, she was at least 15 years old. I taught lessons on her, only a teen ager would try that trick. I believe the constant handling, the fuss in a small barn, were all instrmental in her accepting ‘us’.
    I will enjoy your journey, again I LOVE this blog..Sarah Vann

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