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Barn: Twisted T Western Performance Horses
Registered name: N/A
Show name: TT Drag Me Under
Call name: Tide
Gender: Mare
Age: 5 years
Height: 15.3 hands
Breed: Quarter Horse
Discipline: Western Pleasure
Breeding fee: Closed to breeding
Half-brother: Growing up on a huge breeding farm like I did was definitely different from the way that colts and fillies are raised on small breeding operations. Almost all the colts and fillies are related. I shared a sire with 17 other foals who were the same age as I. We were turned out daily in groups of 2 or 3 dams and their foals. I remember my first day outside quite clearly. I had hardly figured out my legs yet, stumbling down the barn after my mother, squeaking every time my handler and I fell behind her even a bit. However, when we met the barn door I firmly planted my feet. The world outside of the cozy barn was bright and the light burned my eyes. It was noisy. It smelled funny. I was having none of it. That is until my dam strayed too far from me. At that point I nervously bounced out of the stable, trying to trot despite my handler's desire for me to slow down. When we were put into the paddock, there were so many new sights and sounds and smells to experience. Then there were other horses. A mare still carrying her foal was let out. I would've gone to greet her, but she looked especially unpleasant with pinned ears and a hard eye, so I decided to stick tightly to my mother's side. I didn't even notice that a pretty grey mare and her identical colt were let in until I heard the sound of hooves thrumming on the soft ground and the high pitched whinnies of a small horse. I whipped my head up, ears pricked and pranced toward the colt my ears forward, nickering. He to approached me and he bumped muzzles then both jumped back excitedly. He came forward again and nudged my side and ran off. I of course followed, bucking excitedly. And so the colt and I spent the rest of our days loping through the paddocks until weaning time came and we were both sold to different homes.




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