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This is Dash Straw, or Pookie, as I called him. He was the best friend I'd ever had until I found Ickis. He was the best jumper and dressage horse in four states, and had a few AQHA points, too. When he foundered and became lame, my dad shuffled him off to another home, just like dad worries about happening to him. Well, up until the sale of Pookie, I'd vowed never to let that happen to such loving parents. As I watched Dash's butt disappear down the road, visions of taping dad up in his armchair, spoonfeeding him tapioca, and forcing him to watch MTV began to linedance in my head.
Vandy's Golden Miss was actually my first horse. I didn't know anything about showing when I was seven, so she taught me all about huntseat, halter, western pleasure, and barrell racing, but she didn't teach me that sometimes horses just snap like a generic bra, and go sour- at least, not until she did just that. I got Dash to keep her company then, so I could show him too, and found out that I just wasn't a mare person. She was also sold with Dash, to make room for dad's navicular gelding and psychotic mare.
Firebird was the Saddlebred gelding I bought in vain attempt to replace my dear friends, but it didn't work. He was five-gaited, could drive, ride, jump, or do dressage, but he could not welcome my Ickis into our farm when he needed it most. Fire kicked him, bit him, chased him until he fell into a fence, and would keep him away from feed and water. Now Fire is in a small dark stall in a public stable, and his only companion is a wonderfully sweet old man, who WON'T TOLERATE THAT KIND OF CRAP! Now, Ickis is free from the mean, awful, five-gaited tyrant, and can be spoiled rotten in horse treats, halters, blankets, baths, and love. Ickis helped me through the selling off of my childhood memories and fantasies. Now, instead of crying over my other two horses, I think of how I can help make Ickis's life better, and let him live out his days with no more whips, curses, kicks, or starving. I owe it to him to repay him with the happiness he's brought me, and from the depression I was sure to suffer from, had I not gotten him.
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