Pars- The Very Calm Thoroughbred

In this picture there are three horses. On the left we have Hombre. In the middle is a horse that belonged to one of my Aunts, and then on the right is Pars. Pars enjoyed eatting on his spare time, as you can see!
When I bought Pars I fell in love with his face. He had a white heart shaped mark on his forehead! His registered name is Tinsle Town Boy! He was bred to be a race horse, but was too slow.
Thoroughbreds are usually high energy and always needing to be doing something horses. Pars was not this way. My dad, who doesn't ride horses actually road Pars on a cattle drive. At one point, one of the cowboys told my dad he might want to get off the horse and walk him up the hill. Pars was a lazy horse and that wasn't really into putting much effort into his daily workouts. I owned Pars for about two years, this was during the time I was getting Hombre going. I realized after the two years that Hombre was going somewhere and that Pars was just cute! I ended up selling Pars to a lovely woman that was going to use him for trail rides and spoiling him! I figured that suited him best!

Lindy- aka: Slow Jo

This is Lindy and Sarah at Sarah's first horseshow!
I was about 5 or 6 years old in this picture. Lindy was the perfect horse for any determined young equestrian. She was like a millions years old and had her own opinion of what she would do.
My sister rode Ahab at the time I rode Lindy. Lindy would follow Ahab everywhere, even when I didn't want her to! I would ask my sister to ride to various places so that Lindy would follow him there!
If you look at this picture, my helmet is too big! We had to stuff it so it wouldn't flop around!
I also called Linday Slow Jo, because the Olympian track athlete Flow Jo was my role model at this time, and Lindy was anything but fast, so we called her Slow Jo!

Pele the Mustang

This is Pele. I had Pele during one year of my college days.
Pele is a mustang that friends had adopted, through wild horse rescue. She was a fun horse to go out on the trails. She could spot a deer a mile away!
This is a picture of my little cousin brushing Pele. My cousin lives in the city and doesn't get to be in the country that often. My sister is helping supervice and make sure that Pele is behaving herself. That is myself holding Pele.
I ended up giving Pele back to her owners, and last I heard she was a polo pony!