With my guys I mean my horse guys. They came to live with us 9 years ago. Together with a mare. I bought them for $200. That means I bought one and I got the other two for free. I know, why?? Because I am a sucker for sad stories and I trapped in this one.

This guy had brought a couple of horses from family in Saskatoon to Alberta. Apparently an uncle passed away and had not kept an eye on his horses for years. So the herd had expanded “a bit” and nobody wanted to take care of them. The family decided to ship all the horses to the slaughter-house, except for 8 lucky horses. They were taken to Alberta.

I went to have a look at one of the horses to see if it would be a good horse for Beliana. She could ride it, it was older and it was a good height. But the owner wanted to get rid of the other two too. So he started to tell a story that he had to put them down because he didn’t have the time for them, blah, blah, blah. And I fell for it.

The idea was to spend some time with them, train them and then sell them. Stupid me. The mare was trainable and after 6 years I gave her to friends. Friends of who I knew they would take care of her the same way I would. Because that is my problem. My standards are too high. If you are not as crazy as I am you don’t get them. Simple as that.

The other gelding was trainable too. If you could grab him. After 9 years my youngest daughter Darya is still the only one who can come near him. He still walks away. Not far. Not mean. He doesn’t kick. You can grab his tail and hang on him to stop from walking away. He just don’t let you near enough to put a rope around his neck. He missed the last farrier appointment because of it.

When we got them they were still nameless except for the mare. Her official name was Candy Apple. Because we already had a cookie too (Oreo) I decided to give these guys related names. Toblerone (Toby short) and Reese. I thought it was funny at the time. The horses didn’t object.

They are both in their twenties now and retired. My oldest two grass mowers.