ABOUT ME - MISS SKIP A DE

My name is Miss Skip A De. You can see my pedigree here at ALLBREEDPEDIGREE.

I was born on March 2, 1990. I originally came from the midwest but ended up at a well-known Maine dealer in 2003. I was sold from that dealer (the Dark Barn) but came back through a buy from another dealer in March of 2009.

Someone didn't take very good care of me and something was happening to my eyes. When they tried to sell me at the "dark barn" again, no one wanted me. I couldn't see very well and my legs and feet hurt, so I didn't move right either. The people at the "dark barn" told the others that my eyes were just fine. They let people ride me, but I was really scared because I don't know where am was going. I can see somethings - dark blurry things, parts of things. So when they rode me, I wasn't always as calm as I should be.

And when they took me out of the "dark barn" into the bright sunlight - OUCH! That made me squint, it didn't feel so good.

I was scared, hungry, thirsty and tired. People would come and look at me, and try to ride me, but they always put me back in the barn.

I heard someone say, "She'll end up going on a truck North." I am not sure what that meant, but deep in my bones, I knew it was not a good thing.

Then one day two humans came into the dark barn where I was tied. I looked over my shoulder at one of the humans when she walked by. I kept trying to get her attention. I wanted out of there so bad. I knew that my days were numbered and if someone didn't get me out of there soon, my fate would be grim!

The two humans left and I was scared again. Three days past. My feet were getting more sore, my tummy rumbled and I was so thirsty! They gave me food and hay and allowed me to drink from time to time at this dark barn, but really not enough. Maybe enough for a healthy horse, but I wasn't feeling well and needed more.

Then some other humans came by to see me. This time they put me in a trailer. I didn't feel scared. I was sure this trailer wasn't heading "North." Well, we were headed north, but not the scary "north!"

The ride seemed to go on an on. Finally we stopped and they wanted me to come out of the trailer. I had to back up. But I couldn't see very well. It was dark and, as I said, my eyes aren't very good. But I could tell these humans wanted to help me so I put my trust in them and they helped me off the trailer.

They led me to a roomy stall with soft shavings for bedding. There was a big bucket of water and a pile of hay for munching. I am not sure where I am, but I know I am not "up North" at the scary place.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Hey, I remember you!

Look, here are some pictures from my past. A nice lady who reads the MR board recognized me and said her daughter used to ride me. She sent some pictures. Look!! It's ME!!!
I remember this little girl. We used to go trail riding together. But then, my vision started to fail and I got scared when small children came into my stall. I would do my best to scare them away with teeth and hooves - I didn't mean to be scary. In reality I was scared of them, because I couldn't see them very well. The people that owned me, loved me, but felt I wasnt the best match for their little girl. They gave me to a rescue, because it was not safe for little children to be in my stall. They trusted that the rescue place would take good care of me and make sure I was safe. But I didn't get rescued at all, and ended up back at Hemphill's, failing sight, injured leg and all!

I am not scared of little children in my stall anymore. In fact I LOVE all visitors. Especially if they have Wheat Thins.
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