From the time I was a little girl, every birthday as I blew out the candles on my cake, I wished for a horse. This wasn't a realistic wish, of course, as I lived in the suburbs. When I grew up and got married, I finally moved to a place with acreage. One of the first things I did was to start looking to purchase a horse. I had read book after book on the subject but other than the times I rode as a child, I had no hands on experience.
Then one day I saw a beautiful sorrel paint yearling for sale. One look at her and I was hooked. It made no difference to me what the books had said or what any one told me....I was full of information and I knew that it was not the wisest choice I could make; but I followed my heart!
It was a long road full of more books, some wise trainers and lots of love, but Cheyenne turned out to be a wonderful horse. She was worth all the blood, sweat and tears (literally) that I shed over her!
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