This 28 year old grandpa is Dad’s Cadillac. We bought him from a friend of ours and he immediately became the horse that really made Dad happy. With push-button controls and a touchy throttle, this big black monster had a penchant for leading the pack and teaching the young guns how it’s done. He’s now our stable man, perfectly suited to teaching
Ol’ Reliable, our resident Houdini, is always up for an adventure. He’s been withus for 15 years and is one of our favorite rescues. Labeled an
Better known as Little Horse to all his friends, this handsome man was rescued 11 years ago. He was malnourished and underdeveloped and the Rodeo Clown had to have him. She brought him home and trained him into the wonderfully quirky, dependable, studly pony he is today. Endowed with the smoothest of gaits, he’s been our primary packmule, conquistador, cookie tester, bulldozer and everything in between. A few years back, however, he began experiencing mild petty-mal seizures common in abused horses. When too many stimulating activities are happening around him, he has a hard time processing additional information and must be quietly and gently calmed down until he is able to process through these stimuli. He will always have a home with us due, in part, to this idiosyncrasy and remains a fantastic demonstration pony for anyone wishing to see his impeccable gait and beautiful arabesque headset.
Surely I Can Do This
A sweet chestnut mare who was in desperate need of some structure, Surely got her name from Mr. Muscles himself, the Rodeo Clown’s husband. And boy has she lived up to her name! Surely was acquired from a farmyard liquidation sale along with 2 other 6 year olds who had never been touched. She had never seen a halter or brushes, had never felt a person’s hand on her body or legs. After 3 months in a stall, Surely became more and more comfortable with people, brushes, and leadropes. It took another few months to convince her that our farrier wasn’t trying to take her hooves off, but within 16 months of finding her, we were riding our Steady Surely on trails near the farm. She’s been unstoppable ever since and is always keen to lead. She’s climbed sheer rock faces in the Blue Ridge Mountains, crossed chest-deep waters in SC, and trekked across the foothills of the Appalachians.
Why We're So Crazy
Our beloved Paso Finos are high-powered pieces of well-trained machinery. We love every part of them from their highly-evolved, occasionally temperamental brains to their brio-filled personalities and because we prefer to ride horses instead of climb mountains, we truly appreciate their smaller stature. With push-button technology and seamless gear changes, these well-gaited beauties will last a heck of a lot longer than a new Corvette- and they're much more fun to drive. Our all-weather, all-terrain tires carry us through mud and rock, up mountains and down valleys. We perch ourselves on the sides of mountains and swim across sandy fords. There's only so many places you can see on bike, train, plane or car, so our ponies take us where other transportation can't. Besides, they enjoy the views just as much as we do. Although we're never quite sure where our adventures may take us, wherever we end up, we're on good hooves with our steady-eddie-ready-freddie Paso Fino mounts.
Compact and resilient, our Pasos are the perfect solution to a life of dreary, monotonous riding. We sprint (canter), we jog (corto), we walk (...walk). Sometimes, we talk- and that freaks everyone out.
Who needs 4-wheel drive? We have all terrain tires for feet and we're not afraid to use them! Up mountains, down valleys, across hill and dale- we've even been known to visit the cows next door (don't tell anyone).
We've got style for miles and we don't care who knows it! Our blended ancestry consisting of the fashion-forward Andalusian, the untiring Barb, and the medieval jennets gave us our whimisical beauty, our silky-smooth gait, and our unstoppable stamina. We come with accessories and fancy saddles, we love new bridles and adore all the saddle bags we can carry... just please promise you won't put those silver sparkled boots on us anymore!
Wait... there is no bounce. You must mean The Gait. With our 4-beat gait, we're smoother than Elvis's pink Caddy- and a sight prettier, too. Our seamless gear changes make it difficult for "outsiders" to see where our all-wheel-drive corto ends and our overdrive gear- the largo- begins. Don't worry- we'll show you how it's done. You can even sip champagne without spilling a drop while we do.