Horsesforsale

This is an explanation on prices!
Some people think that because I am a rescue, that the horses should be listed cheap like $200-$300
When I pick up some of the horses, they need way more medical attention or other attention than others.
The prices on the rescues reflects the amount of money that I have had to put into them.
Bringing horses back from some of the physical conditions they were in is NOT cheap!
The money All comes out of MY pocket!
I have no one that funds this rescue but me.
I have to pay the vet, farrier, dentist, worming, grain, hay, and gas money for getting all that stuff including picking the horses
up.
It's not cheap to get these horses back to a healthy, sound, and sane shape.
Plus I have all my time that I invest into each horse.
I spend all my time working with each and every horse to ensure that they heal properly physically and mentally.
I pair each horse with the proper owner, I do not just sell a horse to someone because they want a particular one.
I also do trades with people that have a horse that they were lied to about and can't handle.
I take their problem horses, give them a good sound and sane horse that they can handle and then I have to re work the horse that
I took from them to make them a decent horse for someone else.
So all this being said, I'm sorry for those of you who think my prices are too high.
But you need to know what all goes on behind the scenes before you pass judgement.
And consider what all goes into what I do here.
If it's a cheap horse you desire, I suggest you go to an auction and get one!
But you never know what you will get there and it just may end up here after all!

Horses For Sale

Your Horse is Your Gift
To have a horse in your life is a gift.
In the matter of a few short years, a horse can teach a young girl courage, if she chooses to grab mane and hang on for dear life.
Even the smallest of ponies is mightier than the tallest of girls.
To conquer the fear of falling off, having one's toes crushed, or being publicly humiliated at a horse show is an admirable feat for any child.
For that, we can be grateful.
Horses teach us responsibility.
Unlike a bicycle or a computer, a horse needs regular care and most of it requires that you get dirty and smelly and up off the couch.
Choosing to leave your cozy kitchen to break the crust of ice off the water buckets is to choose responsibility.
When our horses dip their noses and drink heartily; we know we've made the right choice.
Learning to care for a horse is both an art and a science.
Some are easy keepers, requiring little more than regular turn-out, a flake of hay, and a trough of clean water.
Others will test you - you'll struggle to keep them from being too fat or too thin.
You'll have their feet shod regularly only to find shoes gone missing.
Some are so accident-prone you'll swear they're intentionally finding new ways to injure themselves.
If you weren't raised with horses, you can't know that they have unique personalities.
You'd expect this from dogs, but horses?
Indeed, there are clever horses, grumpy horses, and even horses with a sense of humor.
Those prone to humor will test you by finding new ways to escape from the barn when you least expect it.
Horses can be timid or brave, lazy or athletic, obstinate or willing.
You will hit it off with some horses and others will elude you altogether.
There are as many "types" of horses as there are people - which makes the whole partnership thing all the more interesting.
If you've never ridden a horse, you probably assume it's a simple thing you can learn in a weekend.
You can, in fact, learn the basics on a Sunday, but to truly ride well takes a lifetime.
Working with a living being is far more complex than turning a key in the ignition and putting the car or tractor in "drive."
In addition to listening to your instructor, your horse will have a few things to say to you as well.
On a good day, he'll be happy to go along with the program and tolerate your mistakes; on a bad day, you'll swear he's trying to kill you.
Perhaps he's naughty or perhaps he's fed up with how slowly you're learning his language.
Regardless, the horse will have an opinion.
He may choose to challenge you (which can ultimately make you a better rider) or he may carefully carry you over fences - if it suits him.
It all depends on the partnership - and partnership is what it's all about.
If you face your fears, swallow your pride, and are willing to work at it, you'll learn lessons in courage, commitment, and compassion in addition to basic survival
skills.
You'll discover just how hard you're willing to work toward a goal, how little you know, and how much you have to learn.
And, while some people think the horse "does all the work", you'll be challenged physically as well as mentally.
Your horse may humble you completely.
Or, you may find that sitting on his back is the closest you'll get to heaven.
You can choose to intimidate your horse, but do you really want to?
The results may come more quickly, but will your work ever be as graceful as that gained through trust?
The best partners choose to listen, as well as to tell.
When it works, we experience a sweet sense of accomplishment brought about by smarts, hard work, and mutual understanding between horse and rider.
These are the days when you know with absolute certainty that your horse is enjoying his work.
If we make it to adulthood with horses still in our lives, most of us have to squeeze riding into our over saturated schedules; balancing our need for things equine with
those of our households and employers.
There is never enough time to ride, or to ride as well as we'd like.
Hours in the barn are stolen pleasures.
If it is in your blood to love horses, you share your life with them.
Our horses know our secrets; we braid our tears into their manes and whisper our hopes into their ears.
A barn is a sanctuary in an unsettled world, a sheltered place where life's true priorities are clear: a warm place to sleep, someone who loves us, and the luxury of
regular meals.
Some of us need these reminders.
When you step back, it's not just about horses - it's about love, life, and learning.
On any given day, a friend is celebrating the birth of a foal, a blue ribbon, or recovery from an illness.
That same day, there is also loss: a broken limb, a case of colic, a decision to sustain a life or end it gently.
As horse people, we share the accelerated life cycle of horses: the hurried rush of life, love, loss, and death that caring for these animals brings us.
When our partners pass, it is more than a moment of sorrow.

We mark our loss with words of gratitude for the ways our lives have been blessed.
Our memories are of joy, awe, wonder, and an absolute union.
We honor our horses for their brave hearts, courage, and willingness to give.
To those outside our circle, it must seem strange.
To see us in our muddy boots or barefoot in the pasture, who would guess such poetry lives in our hearts?
We celebrate our companions with praise worthy of heroes.
Indeed, horses have the hearts of warriors and often carry us into and out of fields of battle.
Listen to stories of that once-in-a-lifetime horse; of journeys made and challenges met.
The best of horses rise to the challenges we set before them, asking little in return.
Those who know them understand how fully a horse can hold a human heart.
Together, we share the pain of sudden loss and the lingering taste of long-term illness.
We shoulder the burden of deciding when or whether to end the life of a true companion.
In the end, we're not certain if God entrusts us to our horses, or our horses to us. Does it matter?
We're grateful God loaned us the horse in the first place.
Cherish your horses because they are Gods greatest gift to us besides our family's!

HOW COULD YOU?
By Jim Willis 2001

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.
You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.
Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together.
I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream
(I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said),
and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate.
I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person"-still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her.
I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement.
I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too.
Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.
Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend.
They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose.
I loved everything about them and their touch-because your touch was now so infrequent-and I would have defended them with my life if need be.
I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.
These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject.
I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets.
You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter.
It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness.

You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her."
They shrugged and gave you a pained look.
They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."
You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy!
Please don't let them take my dog!"

And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you.
You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home.
They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow.
They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.
At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind-that this was all a bad dream.
Or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room.
A blissfully quiet room.
She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry.
My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief.
The prisoner of love had run out of days.
As is my nature, I was more concerned about her.

The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek.
I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago.
She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein.
As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry."
She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned,
or have to fend for myself-a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.
And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her.
It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of.
I will think of you and wait for you forever.
May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

FLASHA RAZIANT MDF
aka "Razzy"
This little girl needs a loving home where someone will spend some quality time with her.
Razzy is a coming 4 year old, and has had no training and no one has been on her back.
UTD on farrier and worming.
Her teeth were floated January 12, 2010
Razzy does lead, loads into my 4 horse slant load trailer, higher in the pecking order, gets along great with other horses.
Razzy would make an excellent show horse in a year or so when she is properly trained.
Needs 2010 Coggins and shots.
Loves attention, she just needs some direction.
$250 or Trade for a Big Horn 15" Round Skirt Saddle

Beauty
7 year old, 15 hand, stocky Grade Arabian Mare.
Beauty is a wonderful mare that would excel in Barrels, Trail or English/Eventing.
I broke her out this past fall, with just a handful of Farm Rides on her.
My dad got sick and then passed away which caused me to stop her training so she's sat for the winter.
Rides in a D ring snaffle or a halter and lead ropes.
She doesn't like anything with a curb chain and will toss her head.
Good for farrier, leads, loads into a 4 horse slant load or open stock trailer but not a 2 stall.
I will have to pull a 2010 coggins.
Needs 2010 shots.
UTD on farrier and worming.
Beauty is a nice mover, very graceful and fast when running around the pasture.
Tacks up nice, is learning to stand tied after a bad accident with previous owner.
Needs Experienced Horse Person! No beginners!

Deposits on Horses are Non Refundable!
A horse $500 and under require a $200 Deposit
A horse $1,000 or more requires a $500 Deposit