It took me months to find her...I've got this silly, stupid, idealistic, maybe even romantic idea about horses. I've watched movies and read books and seen 'relationships' between horse and owner. Like a friendship between human and beast. We've had horses before...(4 actually) and I've never had that. I kinda thought I just wasn't the person for it. I mean I get along great with goats, cats, and dogs...maybe I'm just not horsey....So when my Dad told me he wanted to get a horse (another one, the last one we gave away to an Amish kid) I knew that it would be a process. I didn't want just 'any' horse. I wanted a connection. I've had two bays....and I didn't really want a bay. I wanted a black horse..(might have something to do with the PC Cast book obsession and Hades dread steeds)-but really...my criteria was kinda low-1)not more than an hour away, 2)over 2 years old, 3) at least halter trained-because I'll be doing the saddle training (scary!!), 4) has some magical kismet connection. Not that bad right?
The first horse I looked at, before I even GOT to her I could tell she didn't like me. No really. AND she had 1 blue eye. My Grandpa (the one I never met) always told my Dad "never trust a horse with a glass eye" (meaning blue)-so I might have prejudged her a bit...but she wasn't the horse for me.
I'd emailed a lady and never heard back about this random black horse...and after I'd semi given up my search she emailed back..so I arranged to go meet this horse. We first met Beauty on a drizzly cold day, but even in the rain she acted calm and unaffected. She let me pet her and where I didn't really feel a connection, I knew she was a gorgeous animal and had a nice feel about her. Then she lifted her big head from grazing and full on nuzzled my Big ol Daddy. A man she'd never met..that's when my heart flipped. She's been our baby ever since.