A while ago I posted about possibly getting a horse out of a kill pen in Pennsylvania. I came really close to buying him, but every time I would pull up my PayPal to send the money, I just couldn’t do it. He ended up getting bought by a woman I met in a standardbred Facebook group. He is totally happy and spoiled now. He got vet checked and he is sound for riding, so that is a perfect happy ending for him.
Then I applied to foster through Standardbred Retirement Foundation, a rescue that works with standardbred horses only. Initially, they turned me down because of my location. I live on an island 25 miles off the coast of North Carolina. There is no easy way to get here. They were worried that people wouldn’t be able to easily come see and meet a horse I fostered. I suggested that I take something that was in really bad shape and that was going to need a long stint of rehab to make it worth the trouble of bringing a horse all the way out here. I also offered to go and pick up the horse rather than have it shipped to me. Like I said, initially they turned me down, but a couple weeks later they called me back and said they had changed their mind. They had a few horses that are in pretty rough shape that are going to need months of rehab before they are adoptable. They sent me a list of their names and a short description, and one name stuck out to me. Genesis Danishking. I love all things Scandinavian, so that name struck a chord with me. I even have a Swedish Dala horse sticker on my trailer.
Every time I take on a new animal, I go through the same emotional process. First, I want a foster horse or a rescue. Second, I commit to a specific one. Third, I have major second thoughts and freak out about the extra expense and wonder if I’m making the right decision. Yesterday I freaked out all day. Today I am back to being happy and excited. Once I meet him, I will have no second thoughts.
We’re going to call him King. I found his pedigree and I know that he was bred by Genesis Trotters in Indiana. It appears that he never raced because there is no race record. He did work for the Amish though, which explains why he is so beat up. He’s probably been a buggy horse for most of his life. He is also a trotter, not a pacer, which means he trots and isn’t gaited. I prefer that. He went from the Amish to an auction, and from there to a kill buyer in Tennessee.
The woman at the rescue said that when she picked him up at the kill pen, he was so weak he could hardly stand. They had to stop on the way home and make sure he hadn’t gone down in the trailer. She said he has gained a little weight, but he’s still very weak and in poor condition overall. It’s going to take time to get him fat and sleek. Thankfully, he has already gone through the quarantine process and been vetted, so I won’t have to do any of that. That’s one of the positives about going through a rescue. They do some of the initial work.
Right now it is raining non-stop and the roads on the island are flooded. I would’ve loved to have gone and gotten him this weekend, but that doesn’t seem possible because of the condition of the roads. I also need to make my six hour round trip journey to get hay, so I will have to do that sometime in the next week as well.
It’s going to be a busy couple of weeks, but I can’t wait to meet him and get him here and start feeding him as much as he can hold. I think his ‘after’ pictures will be amazing. I can’t wait until that bay coat is shiny and full of dapples!