Daisy’s Update

In July of 2005, my family and I decided that we wanted to foster a pony from MHARF. I had one horse at home, but she was alone. I called Drew and she told me about a little pony named Riley that she would be glad to bring over. Riley was black and white and super cute. When Drew came later on that week, I saw two fuzzy brown ears sticking out of the trailer. I looked at Drew with my fourteen-year-old confused face and asked which pony she’d brought me. It turned out that Riley had just been adopted, so she had brought Daisy, a tri-colored tobiano, instead.



I was so excited! I had been helping out at MHARF a couple of weeks earlier and I had fallen in love with Daisy. She was such a little spitfire! She was even more of a little spitfire at my house! My big mare, Pip, had never seen a pony before, so at the sight of little Daisy, she took off to the far corner of the pasture. Daisy, who was so excited to be with another horse, took off after her! They ran around getting to know each other for awhile before they became best friends. They are now inseparable. These girls love each other with every fiber of their beings!

Not only is Daisy Pip’s best friend, but I love her to death as well. In the past five and a half years we have had so much fun together. I do Parelli with my horses and I have been having the time of my life teaching Daisy the Parelli Seven Games, and progressing into the 4th Level On Line. This past winter I taught Daisy to drive and plan to continue that further. Daisy is still a little spitfire and is always willing to give me her opinion! We never planned on keeping Daisy, we just planned on keeping her until somebody else adopted her. Well, that turned out to be us! I think it took us three hours to decide that we had to have this pony forever. She is an amazing little thing that will never be without a family again. Play on!

– Anna Hill

Ali Bayzar and the Duchscherer Family

Just wanted to send an letter regarding Ali Bayzar (Ali B. as he is called now) He is now pretty well adjusted to his new home. I still wake up everymorning and can’t believe how lucky I am to have this special guy. I’m so thankful everyday the persistance and interest my mother took in this horse.

alibayzarI had an Arabian gelding growing up as a child and he was my everything. A very sad accident took him away from me and even though I shared other horses with my mother over the years I felt no horse could take the place of my Taz. I would ride my sisters and mother’s horses but it was hard to create a bond with a horse who you already knew had bonded with another. I remember the day my mom and I were looking at videos of Arabian horses on the internet and I just broke down and started crying. I needed to have my own we decided that day.

She said she thought she found one who needed me too. We drove to meet Ali and I was so nervous to meet him I barely slept the night before. When I finally saw him it was all I could do to refrain from throwing my arms around him and just holding him tight. I was shaking in my boots when I rode him for the first time but it was like he knew exactly what to do to ease my nervousness. We went to see a few other horses but my mom knew my mind was made up.

As we drove home to make our decision, I remember feeling sad leaving him behind and that he needed to be with me. We called to confirm we would be back to get him before we even got home. I read a story one time that said it is not us that rescues an animal but them who rescue us and bring us love and happiness beyond no other. I believe that because he has filled an empty hole in my heart that only my mother and Ali knew how to fill. Thank you so much for your rescue center.

Ali is cared for daily and (spoiled) at my mothers farm along with five other horses that are now his family too. When we go for walks together or I brush him sometimes he’ll turn and look me right in the eyes. At first I thought he was aggitated with me, but my mom says if you look closely its a look of happiness and content. He has his forever home now. In the spring when the cold weather subsides he will have some more training spent on him and together we will hit the trails. I couldn’t be more excited!! This photo is Ali with his new mom, dad, and step brothers (lol!) for our Christmas pictures.

Again thanks for providing care and rescue for horses like Ali B.
– Teresa D.

Jess and Thunder Zone


I just wanted to send you an update on Thunder Zone, aka Thibidoux and now known as Tibby.

jess_and_thunderzoneTibby is doing great. I have felt so blessed by being allowed to own him. He is truly one of “my boys.” Every day he makes me laugh with his curiosity and insistence on being paid attention to. He has made fast friends with the 29 year-old (sometimes crabby) mare that he shares his pasture with. They are now hard to separate. It helps me to feel confident when I leave the farm that he has a more experienced partner to guide him through the ropes of pasture life. I have just spent a good portion of my summer building a fence to enclose a new section of pasture so they now have an additional couple of acres to graze and roam around in.

We have done some riding and every time that I go out on him he shows me how special he really is. He is so quiet and gentle, if he startles at something, he jumps and then he is done. If you tell him that something is okay, he calms right down. The first time I took him outside of the pasture to ride, I was a little nervous since I didn’t know what to expect from this ex-racehorse. He was great! He is a born trail horse. He is always looking forward to see what is around the next corner and loves to be out. He was so good that first time out my husband decided that he would get up on him. That was amazing since my husband has only been on a horse one time, when he was six years old! So I boosted him up and led him around like an oversized pony ride. Tibby was fantastic.

I fall more in love with him every day and I want you to know that he has definitely found his home for life. Thank you so much!!

Jessica Hovet


Hello everyone,

ottoIt has been quite a while since we adopted Otto from the Rescue in October and I wanted to take a minute to update everyone on the unofficial mascot of the Rescue. Otto is doing WONDERFUL at his new home. He is in the pasture with our other geldings and is doing great. He is not the high man on the totem pole, but he sure does try! He is now loping under saddle and is very sensitive to his rider. We still have not overcome the “Pine County pull”, but he LOVES baths (as long as there is only one person touching him). He has been clipped, bathed, trailered, and hauled all over to horse shows as an observer and mascot for the farm. Everyone loves him (including us of course!). Otto is often front and center for equine therapy sessions at True Balance for individuals with mental health disorders. It is not a riding program, so he does great with children and adults alike. His personality lends a great hand to the therapy process.

Thank you for this wonderful animal. He is very original and special.

Dr. Leslie Russell-Martin LMFT

Chico the “Homely Horse Poster” Pony

“I can take another foster,” I said to Drew. She said “Well you could take Chico… ”

So I went to Karen Murray’s to get him. He had a rat tail, a sunken rump, countable ribs and a long projection from his chest that looked like a dorsal fin – thin and long. Turns out that was his neck, to which was attached the homeliest face you could ever find. A big boxy head housed two pink-rimmed eyes, prominent scleras and two mule-like ears.

chicoChico was a two year-old, two-dimensional horse that was found chained in a barn. The chain had tangled around his hind leg and caused horrible scarring. He was a stud (whom the Rescue quickly gelded) and we were told he was a POA.

He didn’t want to get in my trailer, and he didn’t like a stall. You couldn’t catch him to halter him. He was EXCELLENT at being tied, however. And he would hide behind his handler if he was nervous in new situations.

That winter, Chico got a large deep gash in his chest. Either my husband or I would soak it twice daily and then put scarlet oil on it. Eventually, due to me being gone for copious hours at the hospital with my mom, the task fell solely on Joe. Soon Chico would just come up for his “doctorin” – he’d stand with his head over my husband’s shoulder while the hot packs were applied.

He was great with the kids too. Never acted goofy when they were in the paddock, never startled or jumped about when they were around.

Several people came to see Chico when he was three. My husband kept asking who they were interested in adopting, as we had several fosters at that time. “Chico,” I’d tell him. That seemed to concern him and he finally said “Tell Drew he HAS a home.” And we adopted him.

He grew nearly two full hands between age two and age four. Chico started under saddle at four. Much like his mule-like ears, Chico’s personality in the training pen was equally mule-like. Nothing but someone leading him would persuade him to walk about with a rider on his back.

Late that summer, some friends decided to go for a ride at Crow Hassan. I decided it would be Chico’s first trip away from home. I finally got him loaded in the trailer and we got saddled at the park. That horse rode away from the trailer like he’d been broke for years. Neck reined, leg pressures, and picked up any gait I asked him for. Led the pack of riders and horses. No fear.

He’s filled out into a great horse now. He’s a pig (aren’t all greys?), he still acts like he’s spooky once in a while just to see if he can get away with it, and he runs as #2 in our herd… everyone loves Chico. By spring of 2008 he will be my 11-year-old daughter’s horse and she can’t wait!