Pretty Boy's story continues...

The story continues……….


When we left off the men from Safe Haven had gone to see about a hurt horse they had been asked to put down and they said NO we won’t do that but we will take him and try to make him better if you sign him over to us.

So that is how he came to be a ward of Safe Haven. They took him to the vet and had him checked out. They took him back to their place and started spoiling him as best they could while nursing him back to health. They called him ‘Trouper’ because he was one. A lot of horse’s in his shape with his injury would have just given up but he didn’t. He put up with anything they did to him without a moments trouble out of him. He had to stand with that bad foot in a bucket of Epsom salts a few times a day and he did it. Hence the name ‘Trouper’. To this day you can take a bucket out there and sit it on the ground beside him and say ‘Put your foot in there’ and he will…but I get ahead of myself. The fine care given to him at the Safe Haven facility got him to the point of being well enough to be adopted out which is how he came to be my horse.

My humans decided to get me a new horse since I had lost my Mousey several months earlier and I was very lonely. The human man, my owner, had heard about the Safe Haven organization so one day they took a drive up there to see what it was all about. They had talked to the man in charge of the place on the phone and told him what they needed which was me a friend and he had one picked out he thought would be great. He took them out into a corral where there were three horse’s. The palomino he thought would be good for me to have as a friend and two other ones. First the other one and then the palomino ‘Trigger’ walked away as the humans approached. Which left my horse standing there.

I think I should go talk to my horse and see if he wants to tell you this part of his story since I wasn’t there to see it for myself…..I’ll be back as soon as I get back.