[Cavy's Girl]

Wanted to get up one last event baby before the cut off <3

For him, this poor guy was skin and bones when we rescued him!
Tell me a story about the new family who will take extra special care of him. 500 words +
Or a picture of him in his new home.
(I can't stand to see horses in a kill pen and want to pull one so bad but we don't have the ability to right now, but very soon, I can't wait to rescue! <3)
Ends in 4 days, Dec. 31.
Extension: January 31st.

owner: Birman Kitty
show name: HoofBeats Of Freedom
barn name: ButterScotch
gender: Stallion
age: 7
height: 15hh
genetics: Double Dilute Cremello Dun Appaloosa w/Brindle / ee/aa/CrCr/DD/ZZ/LpLp

ButterScotch was born in a warm barn to a loving mother who loved him dearly. Once he was weaned, he was quickly sold to an old farmer who wanted to use him for plowing his rather large fields. ButterScotch was renamed Moe, a name that he didn't like at all. This new home didn't suit him at all. All he dreamed of was to be owned by a little girl that loved him as much as his mother did. ButterScotch's mother told him story after story of the little girl that she had been raised by. Who brushed the tangles out of her mane, and braided her tail. Butterscotch missed his mother, but knew once he was sold to the elderly farmer that he would most likely never see her again. He sighed and remembered that they at least go to say goodbye to each other before he was trailed away.

Now, it had been two years, and ButterScotch's driving training had just begun. He had been living in a field with two gossipy cows who wouldn't let him into the shelter. ButterScotch was kind to the old man, but he wanted nothing more than to be somewhere else. The quiet life he had been living bore him, but he still didn't know the pain of whip or spur. ButterScotch hated having to pull the heavy metal plow behind him, it made a weird sound and took every ounce of energy out of him. He did it anyway, because that was what the farmer had asked. He countined to do this for three consecutive years, every week he would wake up early, with the rooster. He would grab a quick bite of hay from the cow's bin, and the farmer would wisk him away to the fields.

When ButterScotch was five his life was changed completely around, and it was debatable wether it was for better or worse. One morning the old farmer didn't come out and get ButterScotch. ButterScotch was worried and whinnied hoping for an answer. When it had gotten dark and the farmer had not shown up to plow, or feed. ButterScotch was distressed. He tried to tell the cows, but they didn't care, they just wanted to talk about how the rooster was sitting in the coop with the hens and chicks.
Early the next morning Butterscotch knew, that the old farmer was no more, when he was the ambulance come and leave, and the farmers daughter crying.

ButterScotch was sold to the kill pen, in order to have quick cash for the old farmers funeral. He doesn't know what happened to the anything-but-friendly cows, or the rooster and hens. ButterScotch saw the pain and agony of the horses in the pen and it broke his heart. The whinnies of the other horses echoed threw his ears, and the angry man can and roped Butterscotch and took him to the holding pen.
The other horses in these pens were dreadfully skinny, he gasped when he saw a mother and foal in here, and whinned to them, but the mother was too weak to respond. He waited and waited for the feeding time, he wanted the mare and foal to get food to fatten them up. When the feeding never came he knew that this was a bad place. He sorrowfully remembered the farmer, and his mother. The farmer at least gave them food, and his mother gave him never ending attention and love. He wished he could run through his field and roll in the grass and dandylions.
It had been three months and he got the occasional watering, and bits of hay to keep him going. His ribs were showing and he lost all muscle while standing in the pens. Butterscotch was resting when he saw the little girl coming his way, cheering something like "Thank you thank you thank you!" Her father was scribbling something on a paper and the little girl came over quietly and petted ButterScotches nose. Her little hand tickled his whiskers, and she slipped him a peppermint treat. It was the most delicious thing he had ever had. The little girl pulled out a leather halter with brass buckles and fastened it onto his head. It was a little baggy but ButterScotch was willing to follow her anywhere. Her calming and kind words filled his heart with joy.

When they arrived to the huge stables he whinned a welcome to all of the healthy and happy fjords there. The little girl came around and clipped the lead rope onto his halter, and led him to his new home. A big spaceous stall with a paddock connected to it. It was heated with automatic waterers. His stall had bars that allowed him to see the kind mare next to him. She nickered and they talked for awhile, he told her about his life, and she told him about dressage and about being ridden.

The little girl who adopted him told him her name was Mary. She kissed him inbetween his eyes, and giggled. She gave him the name his mother had, ButterScotch. And she told him all her secrets, worries, and about the birthday party she was going to after this. She brushed him with soft brushes, and braided his tail, and combed threw his mane. She pulled out a pair of polo's and wrapped them on his legs. ButterScotch had never had anything like this on his legs before, but he liked it. It gave his tendons extra support and it warmed that spot on his legs. He glanced back at his shiny coat and wondered if it had ever been that pretty, but he sighed and began munching on the fresh green hay she had given him.

Mary told him that she had a older brother, who was going to come and teach her how to ride ButterScotch. Mary told him it was going to be okay, and learning how to be ridden is something that all horses learn eventually. Mary's brother came out and put a light weight dressage saddle on his back. He hopped on and it spooked ButterScotch, but the boy patted his neck and cooed to him. ButterScotch gave in immediatley and the boy taught him the basics. Walk, trot, and canter transisions, and how to back up slowly. The boy streched ButterScotch's neck from side to side, and then he made him do medium sized circles. The boy told ButterScotch he was proud, and called Mary over. Mary slowly got onto ButterScotch's sweaty back, and she tightened the stirrups, that made a chink-chink sound that slightly bothered ButterScotch. He turned his neck toward her and she giggled, and told him it was nothing. He sighed and stretched out his neck. The boy came over and led ButterScotch around with Mary on his back. Mary talked and talked to ButterScotch and the boy for about an hour. Then it was time for the boy to go. Mary took ButterScotch back to his stall and untacked him. She told him that she will always treat ButterScotch with respect, and she will never give him away.

ButterScotch nickered and nuzzled Mary, he loved his new life, and he loved her. He lived in a big stable, he had a friend, and a little girl to love him.

Also since I am on my mac and can't post the image click !

Brindle is Dominate to the Appaloosa, and he will only pass on one or the other. (His offspring can not be appaloosa with brindle.)
Breeding Artist decides the chance of Appaloosa or Brindle passing.

[Kallisto Moon]

owner: Birman Kitty
show name: HoofBeats Of Freedom
barn name: ButterScotch
gender: Stallion
age: 7
height: 15hh
genetics: Double Dilute Cremello Dun Appaloosa w/Brindle / ee/aa/CrCr/DD/ZZ/LpLp

ButterScotch was born in a warm barn to a loving mother who loved him dearly. Once he was weaned, he was quickly sold to an old farmer who wanted to use him for plowing his rather large fields. ButterScotch was renamed Moe, a name that he didn't like at all. This new home didn't suit him at all. All he dreamed of was to be owned by a little girl that loved him as much as his mother did. ButterScotch's mother told him story after story of the little girl that she had been raised by. Who brushed the tangles out of her mane, and braided her tail. Butterscotch missed his mother, but knew once he was sold to the elderly farmer that he would most likely never see her again. He sighed and remembered that they at least go to say goodbye to each other before he was trailed away.

Now, it had been two years, and ButterScotch's driving training had just begun. He had been living in a field with two gossipy cows who wouldn't let him into the shelter. ButterScotch was kind to the old man, but he wanted nothing more than to be somewhere else. The quiet life he had been living bore him, but he still didn't know the pain of whip or spur. ButterScotch hated having to pull the heavy metal plow behind him, it made a weird sound and took every ounce of energy out of him. He did it anyway, because that was what the farmer had asked. He countined to do this for three consecutive years, every week he would wake up early, with the rooster. He would grab a quick bite of hay from the cow's bin, and the farmer would wisk him away to the fields.

When ButterScotch was five his life was changed completely around, and it was debatable wether it was for better or worse. One morning the old farmer didn't come out and get ButterScotch. ButterScotch was worried and whinnied hoping for an answer. When it had gotten dark and the farmer had not shown up to plow, or feed. ButterScotch was distressed. He tried to tell the cows, but they didn't care, they just wanted to talk about how the rooster was sitting in the coop with the hens and chicks.
Early the next morning Butterscotch knew, that the old farmer was no more, when he was the ambulance come and leave, and the farmers daughter crying.

ButterScotch was sold to the kill pen, in order to have quick cash for the old farmers funeral. He doesn't know what happened to the anything-but-friendly cows, or the rooster and hens. ButterScotch saw the pain and agony of the horses in the pen and it broke his heart. The whinnies of the other horses echoed threw his ears, and the angry man can and roped Butterscotch and took him to the holding pen.
The other horses in these pens were dreadfully skinny, he gasped when he saw a mother and foal in here, and whinned to them, but the mother was too weak to respond. He waited and waited for the feeding time, he wanted the mare and foal to get food to fatten them up. When the feeding never came he knew that this was a bad place. He sorrowfully remembered the farmer, and his mother. The farmer at least gave them food, and his mother gave him never ending attention and love. He wished he could run through his field and roll in the grass and dandylions.
It had been three months and he got the occasional watering, and bits of hay to keep him going. His ribs were showing and he lost all muscle while standing in the pens. Butterscotch was resting when he saw the little girl coming his way, cheering something like "Thank you thank you thank you!" Her father was scribbling something on a paper and the little girl came over quietly and petted ButterScotches nose. Her little hand tickled his whiskers, and she slipped him a peppermint treat. It was the most delicious thing he had ever had. The little girl pulled out a leather halter with brass buckles and fastened it onto his head. It was a little baggy but ButterScotch was willing to follow her anywhere. Her calming and kind words filled his heart with joy.

When they arrived to the huge stables he whinned a welcome to all of the healthy and happy fjords there. The little girl came around and clipped the lead rope onto his halter, and led him to his new home. A big spaceous stall with a paddock connected to it. It was heated with automatic waterers. His stall had bars that allowed him to see the kind mare next to him. She nickered and they talked for awhile, he told her about his life, and she told him about dressage and about being ridden.

The little girl who adopted him told him her name was Mary. She kissed him inbetween his eyes, and giggled. She gave him the name his mother had, ButterScotch. And she told him all her secrets, worries, and about the birthday party she was going to after this. She brushed him with soft brushes, and braided his tail, and combed threw his mane. She pulled out a pair of polo's and wrapped them on his legs. ButterScotch had never had anything like this on his legs before, but he liked it. It gave his tendons extra support and it warmed that spot on his legs. He glanced back at his shiny coat and wondered if it had ever been that pretty, but he sighed and began munching on the fresh green hay she had given him.

Mary told him that she had a older brother, who was going to come and teach her how to ride ButterScotch. Mary told him it was going to be okay, and learning how to be ridden is something that all horses learn eventually. Mary's brother came out and put a light weight dressage saddle on his back. He hopped on and it spooked ButterScotch, but the boy patted his neck and cooed to him. ButterScotch gave in immediatley and the boy taught him the basics. Walk, trot, and canter transisions, and how to back up slowly. The boy streched ButterScotch's neck from side to side, and then he made him do medium sized circles. The boy told ButterScotch he was proud, and called Mary over. Mary slowly got onto ButterScotch's sweaty back, and she tightened the stirrups, that made a chink-chink sound that slightly bothered ButterScotch. He turned his neck toward her and she giggled, and told him it was nothing. He sighed and stretched out his neck. The boy came over and led ButterScotch around with Mary on his back. Mary talked and talked to ButterScotch and the boy for about an hour. Then it was time for the boy to go. Mary took ButterScotch back to his stall and untacked him. She told him that she will always treat ButterScotch with respect, and she will never give him away.

ButterScotch nickered and nuzzled Mary, he loved his new life, and he loved her. He lived in a big stable, he had a friend, and a little girl to love him.

Also since I am on my mac and can't post the image click :)!

[Kallisto Moon]

I hadn't seen this guy until today! I can't believe no one else tried out for him!! He is gorgeous beyond belief! I hope you can give an extension! Even if it is a long one x3!

[Kallisto Moon]

bump

[Tazaria]

Ooo, lucky birman, i never knew this fjord species was around

[Kallisto Moon]

bump

[Cavy's Girl]

Please do not bump the topics, I have seen it, I know it needs to be judged but I have not come to a conclusion as to the best course of action.

I will provide an extension until the end of the month January 31.

[Zira.]

owner: .:Zira:.
show name: (Optional)
barn name: Captain
gender: Stallion
age: 17
height: 15hh
genetics: Double Dilute Cremello Dun Appaloosa w/Brindle / ee/aa/CrCr/DD/ZZ/LpLp

When Cap first came to Royal Hills he was nervous and afraid. Every noise spooked him. We placed him into a large stall in a small Barn that normally would hold mares with new foals but this time of year it is empty. After a few days of getting acclimated to the smells and sounds of the barn we opened up the stalls door to go outside to its own small private paddock, from there Cap was able to see other horses and ponies.

A week went by before Cap was racing up and down his paddock to play with the other horses across in another paddock. We figured it was safe now to place him in a large paddock with the others now that he wasn't so afraid. As soon as he entered the paddock the young horses rushed over to him, his ears pinned back and we thought for sure that we had made a mistake. But seconds later he was racing off to play with them. Who knew the old boy was willing to play with the youngsters.

[gently]

owner: allerleirauh.
show name: ice on the dunes
barn name: ice
gender: Stallion
age: 6 years
height: 15hh
genetics: Double Dilute Cremello Dun Appaloosa w/Brindle / ee/aa/CrCr/DD/ZZ/LpLp

i can barely remember a time when things were this simple - it's almost strange that i'm here now; in this amazing place surrounded by widespread grassy fields beneath an eternity of blue skies that stretch on forever. when it gets cold out i'm no longer forced to scavenge for any remaining scraps of food to keep myself alive in the harsh weather. there's always a bright red bucket waiting for me - filled with various goodies that have come to be my favourite things. i have my own box that's always lined with straw in which i can lay down and sleep. not all that long ago i could never even think about sleeping without the sense of danger lingering over my head. back then i was easy prey for all kinds of predators that lurked in the shadows of the night - now i can only hear their cries in the distance at night and know that they can't get me any more - nothing can.

there are people here too, the little ones are my favourite. they call my name affectionately while i'm out in the pasture and i'll dash over to them as fast as i can to be met with a gentle scratch behind the ears and an apple if i'm lucky. since i've been in their care i'm so much stronger than i was before so they can climb on my back and we'll race the wind with my hooves drumming magnificently against the ground and their voices shouting with excitement. they brush my coat almost every day - leaving it shining like it never has before. i don't think my past self would even recognize me without the dirt caked into my mane and the prominent ribs jarring out from my sides. i used to think that i'd die out there, without ever knowing what love felt like and to this day i don't understand what i did to deserve this kindness. surely i must have a guardian angel looking over me or something because being here now is more than i ever could have hoped for.

i guess i can give myself a bit of credit for remaining hopeful for as long as i did. any one of those days when the cold nights nipped at my skin and made my bones shiver, i could have just decided to stop trying to save myself. but i didn't. and because of that i'm here now, in a place that's not big or extravagant, but it's home, the only home i've ever known and i wouldn't trade it for anything in the whole world. sometimes i remain awake at night and think about others like me. there must be a few out there, still struggling with their own lives and every night i will look to the bright moon, the same moon that they'll be seeing wherever they might be and send them my wishes. don't let go of hope just yet, hold on a little longer, it can only get better.

[Cavy's Girl]

owner: Birman Kitty
show name: HoofBeats Of Freedom
barn name: ButterScotch
gender: Stallion
age: 7
height: 15hh
genetics: Double Dilute Cremello Dun Appaloosa w/Brindle / ee/aa/CrCr/DD/ZZ/LpLp

ButterScotch was born in a warm barn to a loving mother who loved him dearly. Once he was weaned, he was quickly sold to an old farmer who wanted to use him for plowing his rather large fields. ButterScotch was renamed Moe, a name that he didn't like at all. This new home didn't suit him at all. All he dreamed of was to be owned by a little girl that loved him as much as his mother did. ButterScotch's mother told him story after story of the little girl that she had been raised by. Who brushed the tangles out of her mane, and braided her tail. Butterscotch missed his mother, but knew once he was sold to the elderly farmer that he would most likely never see her again. He sighed and remembered that they at least go to say goodbye to each other before he was trailed away.

Now, it had been two years, and ButterScotch's driving training had just begun. He had been living in a field with two gossipy cows who wouldn't let him into the shelter. ButterScotch was kind to the old man, but he wanted nothing more than to be somewhere else. The quiet life he had been living bore him, but he still didn't know the pain of whip or spur. ButterScotch hated having to pull the heavy metal plow behind him, it made a weird sound and took every ounce of energy out of him. He did it anyway, because that was what the farmer had asked. He countined to do this for three consecutive years, every week he would wake up early, with the rooster. He would grab a quick bite of hay from the cow's bin, and the farmer would wisk him away to the fields.

When ButterScotch was five his life was changed completely around, and it was debatable wether it was for better or worse. One morning the old farmer didn't come out and get ButterScotch. ButterScotch was worried and whinnied hoping for an answer. When it had gotten dark and the farmer had not shown up to plow, or feed. ButterScotch was distressed. He tried to tell the cows, but they didn't care, they just wanted to talk about how the rooster was sitting in the coop with the hens and chicks.
Early the next morning Butterscotch knew, that the old farmer was no more, when he was the ambulance come and leave, and the farmers daughter crying.

ButterScotch was sold to the kill pen, in order to have quick cash for the old farmers funeral. He doesn't know what happened to the anything-but-friendly cows, or the rooster and hens. ButterScotch saw the pain and agony of the horses in the pen and it broke his heart. The whinnies of the other horses echoed threw his ears, and the angry man can and roped Butterscotch and took him to the holding pen.
The other horses in these pens were dreadfully skinny, he gasped when he saw a mother and foal in here, and whinned to them, but the mother was too weak to respond. He waited and waited for the feeding time, he wanted the mare and foal to get food to fatten them up. When the feeding never came he knew that this was a bad place. He sorrowfully remembered the farmer, and his mother. The farmer at least gave them food, and his mother gave him never ending attention and love. He wished he could run through his field and roll in the grass and dandylions.
It had been three months and he got the occasional watering, and bits of hay to keep him going. His ribs were showing and he lost all muscle while standing in the pens. Butterscotch was resting when he saw the little girl coming his way, cheering something like "Thank you thank you thank you!" Her father was scribbling something on a paper and the little girl came over quietly and petted ButterScotches nose. Her little hand tickled his whiskers, and she slipped him a peppermint treat. It was the most delicious thing he had ever had. The little girl pulled out a leather halter with brass buckles and fastened it onto his head. It was a little baggy but ButterScotch was willing to follow her anywhere. Her calming and kind words filled his heart with joy.

When they arrived to the huge stables he whinned a welcome to all of the healthy and happy fjords there. The little girl came around and clipped the lead rope onto his halter, and led him to his new home. A big spaceous stall with a paddock connected to it. It was heated with automatic waterers. His stall had bars that allowed him to see the kind mare next to him. She nickered and they talked for awhile, he told her about his life, and she told him about dressage and about being ridden.

The little girl who adopted him told him her name was Mary. She kissed him inbetween his eyes, and giggled. She gave him the name his mother had, ButterScotch. And she told him all her secrets, worries, and about the birthday party she was going to after this. She brushed him with soft brushes, and braided his tail, and combed threw his mane. She pulled out a pair of polo's and wrapped them on his legs. ButterScotch had never had anything like this on his legs before, but he liked it. It gave his tendons extra support and it warmed that spot on his legs. He glanced back at his shiny coat and wondered if it had ever been that pretty, but he sighed and began munching on the fresh green hay she had given him.

Mary told him that she had a older brother, who was going to come and teach her how to ride ButterScotch. Mary told him it was going to be okay, and learning how to be ridden is something that all horses learn eventually. Mary's brother came out and put a light weight dressage saddle on his back. He hopped on and it spooked ButterScotch, but the boy patted his neck and cooed to him. ButterScotch gave in immediatley and the boy taught him the basics. Walk, trot, and canter transisions, and how to back up slowly. The boy streched ButterScotch's neck from side to side, and then he made him do medium sized circles. The boy told ButterScotch he was proud, and called Mary over. Mary slowly got onto ButterScotch's sweaty back, and she tightened the stirrups, that made a chink-chink sound that slightly bothered ButterScotch. He turned his neck toward her and she giggled, and told him it was nothing. He sighed and stretched out his neck. The boy came over and led ButterScotch around with Mary on his back. Mary talked and talked to ButterScotch and the boy for about an hour. Then it was time for the boy to go. Mary took ButterScotch back to his stall and untacked him. She told him that she will always treat ButterScotch with respect, and she will never give him away.

ButterScotch nickered and nuzzled Mary, he loved his new life, and he loved her. He lived in a big stable, he had a friend, and a little girl to love him.

Also since I am on my mac and can't post the image click !

Congrats, wonderful stories everyone! Birman Kitty's really broke my heart and made me so happy for ButterScotch <3