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Saturday, April 14, 2007

Anatomy Of A Romance

It begins with a two hour drive to a tiny town in Northern California called Woodland (population 50,000).

Where a kind man comes to the gate and says, "Hi, I'm Joe. Can I help you?" and you tell him that you've come because you want to provide a foster home for one of his 104 horses.

Then one by one, he pulls out skinny thoroughbreds who weren't fast enough, or tall enough, or had the right body type. And there are many, many reasons why these horses have come to live at Joe's ranch. But that's a whole 'nother story that involves a soapbox and we don't need to hear that today.

All that matters right now is that these horses have caught a break in their short lives because there are people like Joe. Who thinks horses are the reason for living and that each life is precious.

And you look at all these horses and you think, "Oh my God, how will I ever choose?" There's Duncan, and Penny, and Big Red. And each one is gorgeous and each one wouldn't be here if it weren't for Joe, his wife Cathy, and their friends.

Then Joe brings out the last horse and your heart melts. You're introduced to Victor, who's only three and seems to think your hair tastes pretty great. Who's amazingly calm for a baby, especially a thoroughbred. He stands there in the rain and looks at you and you wipe the raindrops off your glasses for the hundredth time that day and you know.

The papers are signed, the romance begins.

13 Comments:

  • At 8:06 PM, Blogger Sheepish Annie said…

    Maybe it's just that I'm tired and have a little bit of a cold...but I'm pretty much choked up right now. What a sweet, handsome horse!!!!

    The Big, Fluffy Kitty approves of your choice. She sniffed the monitor and everything. That is high praise for any animal coming from her!

     
  • At 8:42 PM, Blogger Cookie said…

    Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...

     
  • At 9:06 PM, Blogger aija said…

    Wow.

    :)

     
  • At 3:39 AM, Anonymous Dave Daniels said…

    That is just too cool. So, do you get to take him home with you? And what about the kidds? And the cats? And the landlord? (Just kidding.)
    Good for you for taking on this one.

     
  • At 6:21 AM, Blogger trek said…

    Aw, April!
    The goats should get along great with Victor, too, Dave. Around here, the race tracks don't let owners keep dogs on the track any more but small ponies and goats are popular companions for skittish thoroughbreds.

     
  • At 9:06 AM, Blogger Heide said…

    It's nice to see there are people with warm, kind hearts in this busy world. Do you have a farm where you will keep your new horse or do you sponsor him to live someplace else?

     
  • At 1:00 PM, Blogger Marie said…

    Victor is an awesome name that I am very partial to, seeing that my first kitty ever was a Victor (he seemed to like my hair, too....Must be a Victor think....hmmmm.....)

     
  • At 6:08 AM, Blogger Julie said…

    What a great thing Joe does and what a great thing you are doing!

     
  • At 9:38 AM, Blogger Jenn said…

    Congrats on becoming a horse-mama!

     
  • At 5:06 PM, Blogger Ronni said…

    Ever since I read about Joe and his horse rescue (on your blog iirc) I've wanted to do just that. Only I've nowhere to keep a horse and can't afford boarding. Not yet anyway.

    Good for you! You are a kind hearted soul. I'm glad there's folks like you in the world.

     
  • At 7:36 PM, Blogger Valerie said…

    I'm gonna join the 'awwww' party! Yay you, yay Victor. Eating your hair, huh? He should get along just fine with the goatlets.. they are three of a kind.

     
  • At 5:27 AM, Blogger catsmum said…

    okay all choked up here [ sniff ]
    he's so beautiful. Bugger. My place isn't suitable for a horse :[
    oh and btw Rosie and Robbyn, the goaty girls, said to say hello.[ At least I think that's what they said. It may have been "Feed us"]

     
  • At 3:13 PM, Blogger Jeanne said…

    Congratulations. You're right. You just "know". :-)

     

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