The RED HORSE Diaries!

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The Red Horse Diaries are my adventures in adopting and befriending my new Prisoner Trained Mustang, Poco Rojo.

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Adoption Day!

 

1)  (9/22/2011)  My post announcing his particular Prisoner Trained Mustang Adoption Event

2)   (10/9/11)  My post right after having surprised myself by adopting him

3)  (10/10/11)  I write about all the other Mustangs from the adoption

4)  (10/13/11)  This post tells about how I prepare to go back to the prison to pick him up

5)  (10/16/11)  This post tells about our first day and night together

6)  (10/25/11)  Hubby had broken his neck so I was gone for a while… this post tells about my first day training Rojo:  Red Horse Diary #1

7)  (11/20/11)  Red Horse Diary #2 – Every Day is Groundhog Day.

8)  (12/7/11)  Red Horse Diary #3 – I’M ONBOARD!

9)  (12/28/11)  Red Horse Diary #4 – I’M ONBOARD AND I’M STICKING TO IT!

10)  (1/11/12)  Red Horse Diary #5 – HOW TO KEEP THE BOND WHEN YOU HAVE NO TIME!

11)  (1/22/12)  Red Horse Diary #6 -  IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME… .

12)  (2/24/12)  Red Horse Diary #7 – HIS OWN LITTLE HERD…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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One Response to “The RED HORSE Diaries!”

  1. sarah vann says:

    Hello,

    I wanted you to know, how much I love your blog and all the information you partake of, and then offer to your ‘gentle readers.’
    i will be interested in following your red horse blog.
    i was 18 whenI acquired a captured mare. She was from the nevada range. The year was 1962.
    The San Jose stock yards was a magnet for me. A car was pure freedom, I use to visit there and drive to Newark, calif. The slaughter house. I would sneak over the chain link fences to see all the poor horses. I was caught trying to hoist a little filly over the fence..Silly me, they just told me to get!

    I taught mandy to be a riding mare. When I could mouth her, she was at least 15 years old. I taught lessons on her, only a teen ager would try that trick. I believe the constant handling, the fuss in a small barn, were all instrmental in her accepting ‘us’.
    I will enjoy your journey, again I LOVE this blog..Sarah Vann

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