Thoughtful Thursday: Spotted Love

Thursday's is a time to reflect on what you see, so give me your thoughts or caption the picture.

I love this picture of my son and my horse...

My Precious Pet: Brightman the Leopard Appaloosa

As you know I love my animals and they are a lot of inspiration behind my crafts. So, I am going to do a series called "My Precious Pet", each telling the story of each pet. I hope you come to love these guys as much as I do...

      JB's Brightman
This weeks pet has a special history with me and my husband (Terry), so to get his story started I have to start with me and my husband. My love (obsession) started with horse when I was 10 years old and my oldest sister had taught me how to ride. I would beg my parents for a horse but they never caved in to my want of a 1200lb. companion. When I was older, I decided I would purchase a horse myself, this is where I met my current husband. He was a horse trader, having around 50 horse to choose from. I purchased a beautiful, gentle horse from him. We soon became friends, our families going on long rides in the mountains. I have to add at this time we were both married to different people, we didn't marry for many years later. With us being friends, I always go the heads-up on any horse that he would decide to sell. His son decided he wanted sell his mare because he was riding another horse more. She was a beautiful leopard Appaloosa, light grey with large black spots. Although I love the basic black and brown horses, the unusual always appeals to me more. Her name was Babe and she was a large, very muscular horse. I called her my barrel horse because it was like sitting on a barrel. When I purchase her she was bred. Babe is the mother our Brightman.

 

     Just a few hours old.

I was leasing some pasture not far from my house and my family helped me build a small two stall barn, with the up-coming foal in mind. When we built the stalls we left about 12 inches from the ground to the last board (big mistake). I came to feed and do stall duty, when I noticed Babe was pacing back and forth and she had a raw spot on her neck from rubbing her neck across the top board. I thought maybe she was in labor, until I noticed she was a lot thinner than yesterday. She also had a nice swollen bag of milk. What happen to the foal? When Babe had laid down to give birth her bottom was right next to the 12 inch space, so the foal was born on the outside of the stall. I was scared that coyotes or something else had taken the foal so we searched for about 30 minutes, when we found the little guy up in the woods nosing around some bushes.

     Goob is leading us.

He was the cutest thing I ever saw being white with chestnut spots all over...definitely the foal of my dreams. I'm not sure who was happier, Babe, the foal, or me, when he was put back with him mom. I was content to just sit and watch them, but I also couldn't wait to call Terry and tell him about the foal he missed out on. This was way before cell phones, so on the drive home, I was thinking of what I would say. He had told me that Babe had had a couple of other foals, all being just solid in color, so I knew I had a special foal. When Terry came to see him, he tried to purchase and trade for him, we no luck on his end. 

     He has been in a burr bush. I believe I have my work cut out for me.

Some time later, because of financial difficulties caused by my divorce, I was forced to sell all my beloved horses. Who better to sell them to than to someone I know will take good care of them. The day Terry came with his trailer to load up all my precious horses, was a day I don't ever want to live again. Let's get off this sad note and fast forward 3 years. 

     Brightman at 5 months old. Notice my dad's horse in the background.

Being a single mom, I had to work hard to support my son and myself, so I didn't have a lot of time for anything, much less riding. But after a few years, I was on a more stable ground, so I decided to bring a horse back into my life. Of course I contacted Terry to see what he had for sale. We hadn't spoke in a few years and I didn't know he was divorced, this is where I story begins. But this story is not about my awesome hubby, but about one of our precious pets.

     Here comes the boys.

Terry still had Brightman and was using him a stud horse, producing beautiful spotted foals. Brightman not only passes his beautiful coat to his off-spring but also his easy-going, gentle disposition. If you know anything about Appaloosas, you know that they usually have very thin and short manes and tails, but Brightman has the most thick, luscious mane and tail I have ever seen. He is a large, big-boned horse with a big backside like a Quarter horse.

     Treats from Aaron

Brightman has never been trained by a professional. We have trained him ourselves. He has such a gentle disposition, he has never acted out by rearing or bucking. Once he knows what you are asking him, his is always willing to do it. He was gelded around 12 years old and has been used as a trail horse. 

     He has a full mane and tail uncharacteristic for an Appaloosa.

This spring, we celebrated his 20th birthday. He spends his days grazing in our pasture with his buddy, Poncho, our other leopard Appaloosa. I don't ride like I use to because of a back injury, but they enjoy being groomed and daily treats. Although I don't ride much, both our boys will live their life out here on King Farm. 

     I'm riding Babes, Brightman's mom, in a parade. Gotta love that 80's hair.

Favorite 5 Friday: Horse Luvr

One of my favorite pastimes is browsing Etsy. It's not only a wonderful way to find a fabulous gift or to get inspiration, but also to mingle with like-minded individuals.
I will be promoting (blog, Etsy, Twitter) my "Favorite 5" every Friday, so contact me if you would like me to check out your items. Tell me what you think about these items or share some of your favorites...
Find something you want, just click on the name.

This weeks finds are inspired by this weeks Precious Pet Series: Poncho the Leopard Appaloosa

Of course our precious horses have to have an awesome halter to wear.
Whinneywear Halter


I love this little bowl! It would go perfect in my rustic house.
Tea Bowl with Leopard Appaloosa


I like simple jewelry that has a meaningful charm on it. I would love to add this one to my collection.
Sterling Silver Leopard Appaloosa

I have a curio cabinet full of blown glass animals that I purchase from Russia. This would make a great addition to my collection.

Glass Appaloosa Horse

This basket is adorable! It go great in my very rustic/country home with fruit or napkins in it.

Horse Basket

My Precious Pets Series: Poncho the Leopard Appaloosa

As you know I love my animals and they are a lot of inspiration behind my crafts. So, I am going to do a series called "My Precious Pets", each telling the story of each pet. I hope you come to love these guys as much as I do...

Poncho the Leopard Appaloosa

My sister, Terrilyn, taught me how to ride a horse when I was 10 years old and from then on, I was obcessed with horses. I would beg my parents to buy me a horse only to hear "they're too expensive to keep up." We did have a local horse farm that I could rent a horse by the hour, so if I couldn't own a horse, I was going to rent one. When I was older and had a job, I purchased a horse (actually several horses), only to have to sell them in a divorce battle. After several years of being horseless, I contacted my horse trader friend, Terry (who became my husband), and tried out a few horse. This is where I met Poncho, my awesome Leopard Appaloosa.

     Camping in the North Carolina mountains

Poncho was 3 years old and still green. The first time I rode him, I was on him bareback and just a halter and lead to control him. This is when Terry told me not to goose him in the sides because he would jump out from under me. Poncho proved to be the perfect gentleman of a horse, doing all that I asked, at least what he knew how to do. 

     I always love getting a kiss on Poncho's soft nose.

 I have spent many hours on Poncho's back and just watching him graze in the pasture. We've been on many mountain trail rides, camping trips, parades, and just wondering around farm. I've owned five other horses and ridden many others, and I have never bonded with a horse as I have Poncho. We just have that connection that I can't seem to explain. He does things for me, that he doesn't do for anyone else, even Terry. My favorite thing he does is he comes when I whistle, just like the old western movies. I'll whistle, his head pops up and off he comes trotting up to me for a hug and a scratch behind the ears. 

     Saddle and ready to go.

Poncho just turned 2o years old this past April, and he is still full of energy and loving life. I don't ride like I use to because of  a back injury, but when I do, he still carries me as though I were the love of his life. Poncho will spend the rest of his life here on our farm, grazing the pastures with his pal, Brightman,  and enjoying his treats.

     Grazing with Brightman.