Where am I? What is this place?
I see a lady.
Hello, lady. I think I might be lost. I’m Jasper. I’m a Clydesdale/Thoroughbred mix. I am six years old. Who are you?
My new mom? What?
Ok. You can be my mom. But you have to be nice. I’m sensitive and could use some reassurance.
Well this doesn’t suck.
Hey, look! There’s a little mare!
Please please please be my friend. I’m new here and I don’t really know anyone.
I’ll think about it.
Ok.
Hold on. Who are all these people looking at me? Blog readers, huh? Don’t be fooled by my friendliness. I am one smart horse, and I know about blogs.
Hiiiiii! I like everyone. Life is awesome. Let me tell you about myself, and my new home.
You heard the part about my breeding and age and stuff. I’m a gelding (a castrated male horse). My family are immigrants and went through a lot of bad times. My horse-mom was a PMU rescue from Canada (maybe not from the linked org, but you get the idea, and maybe don’t click on these links if images of suffering animals will upset you). PMU mares are used to make Premarin, an estrogen replacement drug. It is a terrible life for a horse. If my mom had not been rescued, and I had been born into the Premarin industry, I probably would have been considered a “byproduct” and sent to slaughter; they don’t have any use for male horses. But she was rescued, and lots of my relatives have gone into law enforcement with the Canadian Mounties! If you like me, please don’t use Premarin…you swallow my family’s suffering with every pill. There are natural hormone replacement therapies available, but you still need to consult a health care provider.
Once I was old enough, I moved to MN and lived at a nice barn with a nice mom and lots of other horses. Then I came to live here at Dark River Farm. It’s very peaceful. I am still figuring everything out.
This short lady is my new mom. Her name is Saum.
She can’t see over my back.
We are getting used to each other. We have not started riding, because we don’t have a saddle that fits yet, but we do lots of groundwork and go for little walks. We’re having fun.
She tells me stuff. I found out that she used to have another horse, a mare named Styx, but Styx died. Everyone is sad about that. Even me. I know what it’s like to lose someone you love. I told her about my other mom, and my friends at the old barn where I lived. We decided that we are going to remember Styx and my previous family, and be sad about it for as long as we feel like. When we’re ready, we’ll stop feeling sad together.
I like it here, even if it’s different. There’s lots to find out. Saum visits me often. I come up and greet her, because I am a gentleman.
I like to put my nose in her hand. Sometimes this causes treats to appear, sometimes it does not. I’m not sure why this is.
She likes to pet me. I love attention.
Let me get a little closer. Watch this…
Ha! Got her.
A cat lives here, too. He’s interested in me.
I’ll give him space and he’ll come back. This is how you have to deal with cats.
This blonde guy is my new dad, Urban. The blonde dog is my my new buddy, Barnabas. He is not scared of me. We touched noses and everything.
Dad brought me hay and I was sort of excited to get to it. Then we had a conversation about personal space. I guess personal space counts even when the person has hay.
I like hay. And I’m liking this new dad.
This seems like a pretty nice place. I think I’ll stay.
Like, forever.
