How I came to live here

'Ok ok I’ll talk about how I came to be living here' says the Pretty Boy Trouper. So here is his story in his own words……….

I got hurt real bad. I couldn’t even eat I was so hurt. Some men came and said they thought I could be ok so I went with them. They took me to a vet and then to a really nice place with other horse’s who were very nice. The place is called Safe Haven. The other horse’s in my living area were in pretty poor shape as was I so we watched out for each other. The humans at the place were very nice. They were gentle with me and took very good care of me. I loved the attention and the food. Everyday I stood with my hurt foot in a bucket of water while I ate my feed. After a few months two humans came into the corral and looked at the three of us in there. The lady was talking to me. She seemed to like me. Then they went off looking at all the other horse’s and visiting up at the house for awhile before they left the property. I thought they were just visitors. A few days later I got loaded up into a trailer. I thought it was just going to be another vet visit but he took me to a new place and got me out of the trailer. I still couldn’t get around very well. The man, Richard from Safe Haven, took my halter and lead rope off which I took to mean that I was free to go. So I did. Richard started out after me so I had to speed up so I could go over behind those trees and see those horse’s that I was thinking were over there. I heard Richard say ‘Well I guess he’s a lot better than I thought he was.’.

I found another horse, a big Paint horse, down there behind the trees and on the other side of the fence was a small Palamino pony. We all seemed to like each other and got along right away. Richard, the man that brought me here left. The human girl stayed out and watched us for a while then she went into the house. Not too much time went by then she came out again and she was looking for me.

That felt just wonderful that she was wanting to know where I was and she was walking all over the place trying to find me. She found the big paint horse and asked her ‘Where is that pretty boy?’ and that was what she was calling out as she walked around too. She kept calling out ‘Pretty Boy! Where are you Pretty Boy!’ And you know what? I knew she was talking to me when she said that!