Introduction

My mother tells me that I "came out asking for" a horse.

But it wasn't until November of 1990 that I finally got one of my own.

What I had always thought I wanted was a big, bay hunter.  What I found was a smallish, chestnut Arabian gelding (see Amir).

And ever since, he has been a blessing to me, my family, and countless other children and adults!

My husband rode him a little, just enough to get brave enough to ride the big-boned, stubborn old dead-broke Quarter Horse who was owned by the second place we boarded Amir.  For eight years.

About 7 years later, when we moved Amir to a closer farm, my husband bought a Quarter Horse gelding whose "white" color would cause me to become "an expert" on horse colors and their genetics. (see Doc)

Soon he had the chance to "rescue" the old Quarter Horse gelding he had been riding for those other 8 years.  (see Bill)

After I helped start a registry for champagne colored horses, a champagne Quarter Horse filly I wanted was offered to me for a very good price, just in time for my 50th birthday. (see Sugar Champagne Lace) A few years later, old Bill had to be put down at age 31.

Choose from the "saddle rack", left, to hit the trail with us.