Here's my gang:
These are my boys, Loot and Breezy.
Loot was our first horse, and I think he turned 27 this year. He's been acting like he's 90 since we got him in 1985. He was a great horse to learn with, and we had a lot of fun together (at least I did, he would have rather been eating).
Dad bought Breezy when I graduated from high school, saying I needed something with a little more spunk. Boy, did I get it. He was a race track reject that was donated to the University of Maryland Cavalry program that I rode in my senior year of high school. They had too many horses at the time, so we got him cheap. He may not have a whole lot of training, but we both love to run, so we're great together. He looks much better when he's cleaned up, and the burrs are out of his hair!
