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By Peggy Hoffman
Where do I begin?
It started with a phone call from a friend. “I know a lady who has an Arabian that needs to be adopted.” Of course, I called. That started my association with Debbie Frank and ERRI.
Debbie has a way about her -- no matter how sure you are that you are going to say no, you end up saying yes. And that’s how I came to bring Indy to my home, Bald Eagle Farm.
Indy was 6 or 7 years old at the time, but he looked like a yearling. He tried to fake you out. If he could convince you he was “big, bad and mean” all the better. But he didn’t count on me not being afraid. Into his stall I went and he backed into a corner. After a while he decided I wasn’t going away, so he investigated. He came home with me the next day.
That was 3 years ago, and he certainly has changed. He is loving and sweet, and if you don’t pay as much attention to as he thinks he is due, he’ll let you know about it. We trail ride him, put the grandkids on him with a leadline -- he couldn’t care less. We may even joust him in the spring.
This past November the phone rings and its Debbie. Right away I said, “Whatever it is, the answer is no,” but of course, she didn’t listen. She said, “I have another Arabian. He’s been here a while and he needs his own people and a home.”
The next day I went over and met Danny. Of course, we fell in love with him and he came home with us too. He needed a lot of time to settle in; a lot of love to learn to trust. But now he knows he is here to stay. Even when we trailer him somewhere, he knows he’s coming home with us. He nickers at us now. Like with Indy, we’re trail riding now and will joust in the spring. Danny is a welcome addition to our horsey family of 10.
Until the next update, this is Bald Eagle Farm signing off!