There’s something about a girl and her horse that is touching and beautiful, isn’t there? Perhaps it’s that they’re choosing horses over hanging out at the mall, or torching cars, or whatever it is that the kids are doing for fun these days. Perhaps it’s that we remember when we were girls with horses. (With regrets to my two male readers.) Whatever it is, I know that I love reading accounts of teenagers and their darling Thoroughbreds.
I love this one so much that I will overlook my usual jealous scorn of fifteen-year-olds who have excellent writing ability and have already had a guest post published at The Blood Horse. After all, it’s not Mary Cage’s fault that when I was fifteen the coolest thing about the Internet was an America Online chat-room, midi files, and bitmap images. I daresay I would have had a freaking fantastic blog, had blogs existed, and I have the piles and piles of notebooks to back that claim up.
(And you will NEVER, EVER see what’s inside them! Hint: horse drawings.)
At any rate, Mary writes “Past the Grandstand,” a horse-racing blog, and when she isn’t writing about Derby prospects and freshman stallions at stud, she writes about her adorable
paint pinto piebald Thoroughbred gelding, Dexter. Dexter, originally known as Wet Paint (for good reason!) looks like a doll and anyone would want him in their backyard, but nope, Mary is the lucky one. Dexter, a graduate of Texas’s Remember Me Rescue, is the realization of a long-held dream:
For years, I have wanted a Thoroughbred – an ex-racehorse. As a result of my fascination with the sport of horse racing, I wanted to have my own Thoroughbred that had graced the historical, enchanting place we call the racetrack. It didn’t have to be a horse that had been exceptionally prosperous at the races, or even a horse that had superb bloodlines. I just wanted a retired racehorse to call my own.
Exactly. Yes. This. Those were my thoughts precisely when I was a little girl… and when I was a teenager. Which is how I ended up with a fresh young gentleman straight off the track when I was thirteen. Worth every moment, to have one of those elite blood-horses who had trod the track. Even if he was dreadful at it.
Mary’s beautiful tribute to her one year anniversary with Dexter is published here; click the tags to read more stories of Mary and her spotty Thoroughbred.
Now, readers. I’m curious. When did you get your first OTTB? When did you decide you wanted one? And did those two things happen to correlate, or did the fates deal you a retired racehorse that just happened to become the equine love of your life? Was it an all-out dream come true to have a Thoroughbred in your barn,or was it just the mysterious workings of fate… and a little help from the equine Cupid?
Come on, do tell!