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Originally Posted by Ichabob  Back in 1986 my husband and I brought a horse from an Amish person in Tn. at a horse auction he was in the meat packers section, at the time we didn't know anything bout the Amish people and their animals, this horse just had that special look about him, anyway we bought him took him to the U.T. Vet school found out he was 4yrs old, 3 hundred lbs under weight, had sores on his neck from where they had wrap barwire around the reins to teach him to neck rein, this horse. man did he have issues 4 trainers told us to get rid of him he was accident waiting to happen. well now he is 28yrs old, he's great with little kids, he a dog in the pasture (follow you where ever you go and will come when we call his name) but do not put an adult male on his back or a smart ass teenager he will go nuts, but out of the 5 horses we have he the only one that I trust my life with. The only time I have come off of him, he stood right there sniff me, like he was saying he was sorry, it was a cow that moo that sent me on the ground, yep. he has cow Issues too.
There were times back in the early days that I thought about sending him down the road, but I knew where he would up back at the meat packers.
I just couldn't live with myself knowing that. |
My grandfather and my father raised horses! Their farm was less than 10 miles from Amish counrty! It always made me sick- My Mom always told a story, about when I was 10- we were out there getting- rag rugs they had made for us- I went up to a work horse tied up started petting it- and asked what it's name was- NOT ONE WORD WAS SAID BY ANY ONE!!! She said I just kept petting the horse looking at them for a few- then tears ran down my cheeks!
She did not let me go again untill I was 15!!
Dad had 1 quarter horse, Pat- that lived to 35!
I do not want to see an Amish puppymill!
