Tahoe

Tahoe is the true love of my love and my soul mate.  Funny, how a plain brown horse can capture your heart so completely.  Tahoe (and brother Reno) were adopted from the BLM Adoption Program.  They are both from Nevada.  They were adopted when they were seven or eight months old. 

Tahoe has always had my heart.  But, he wasn't my first choice.  I had actually selected a filly that I later discovered had a leg abnormality.  I "exchanged" her for another Mustang choice and got Tahoe! 

He is sweet, silly and unpredictable.  I have fallen off of him more times than I can remember.  His personal policy is "run like hell and ask questions later!"  Like Reno, he is overly large for a Mustang standing 16.2 hands. 

When he was seven (7) he developed a neurologic disorder or unknown origin and now has periodic seizures.  He is on two types of daily medications - phenytoin and phenobarbitol.  They help control his seizures but they have not been completely eliminated.  Watching an 1100 pound horse have a seizure is not something I would wish for anyone - it is scary, dangerous and usually results in some type of injury.  His worst seizure resulted in the lost of 4 fence posts, 8 boards and a multitude of injuries.  He slipped and fell on the concrete drive several times and speared himself in the neck with a piece of fence board.

Today, Tahoe mostly enjoys a life of leisure hanging out with friends Reno and Sierra.  I ride him only very occasionally.