Okay, so at the ranch where I work, one of the trainers, who is a friend of mine, made me an offer I can't refuse: A free horse. He's a project horse, named Loco, a cute little Arabian gelding. He was rescued from the slaughter house, and though I've spent a lot of time with him, I don't know a lot about him. She told me.

Loco, short for his show name Locomotion, was trained from an extremely young age. Arabians mature slowly, and when they worked him too hard, a part of his ankle broke. He would recover, but it would take a few years. They sent him to slaughter. He had already been measured and ready to leave, when Ashley, my friend, couldn't take it any more and rescued him. He is almost done with recovery and will be ready in spring or summer. He has had such a bad past with humans that, at a meager four years old, he is antsy about them. I'm going to rehabilitate him.




Those are both relatives of his, his sire and half-brother, I think. To think someone could throw away an animal like that breaks my heart... I needed to write about it.