A lady I know occasionally takes in rescue horses. She called and asked if I could give her a hand with one she had just gotten. I don't deal with rescue animals but went over anyway to take a look. The horse was puny and wormy with a respiratory problem. He had sutures across his nose and open wounds. He was a biter and a kicker and was terrified of humans. Work around horses long enough and you can assess them pretty quickly. This horse showed signs of severe abuse. Often a horse in this condition, with so many problems, is euthanized.
There was something though that caught my attention. Despite what he may have suffered he still had his pride, his spirit had not been broken. He was strong of heart. That's why I agreed to take this horse.
I wormed him, started antibiotics and began a good diet. I worked with him every day for the good part of a year. It took longer than I expected but with love, kindness and firmness he began to turn around. From that point on it got easy. He has grown to fifteen and a half hands and is a gentle and beautiful animal with lots of spirit and is a joy to ride.
My wife has fallen in love with him. She named him Apache and now cares for him and claims Apache as her own. He seems down right happy with that.
Funny note: Whenever a stranger comes up the drive Apache will stand at the fence and snort and whinny. I was away form the house one afternoon when a UPS man came with a package. He complemented the horse and my wife tells him that it's her attack horse. If anyone bothers her, the horse will clear the fence and attack. The poor guy's eyes got big and he handed over the package and speed off in his truck.
Me and Apache a couple of months after he came here.
This is Apache now.
There was something though that caught my attention. Despite what he may have suffered he still had his pride, his spirit had not been broken. He was strong of heart. That's why I agreed to take this horse.
I wormed him, started antibiotics and began a good diet. I worked with him every day for the good part of a year. It took longer than I expected but with love, kindness and firmness he began to turn around. From that point on it got easy. He has grown to fifteen and a half hands and is a gentle and beautiful animal with lots of spirit and is a joy to ride.
My wife has fallen in love with him. She named him Apache and now cares for him and claims Apache as her own. He seems down right happy with that.
Funny note: Whenever a stranger comes up the drive Apache will stand at the fence and snort and whinny. I was away form the house one afternoon when a UPS man came with a package. He complemented the horse and my wife tells him that it's her attack horse. If anyone bothers her, the horse will clear the fence and attack. The poor guy's eyes got big and he handed over the package and speed off in his truck.
Me and Apache a couple of months after he came here.

This is Apache now.
