The start of something...tolerable.

I’ll start from the beginning. I was born in Tofield, Alberta. That is in Canada, for those of you who have never left the farm. I’ll make it even simpler for you; I was born in the north, the frigid north. I was born in 1992, the very year that Ross Perot ran for office…the first time around. It was not until two years later that I made my journey south, to Washington State. I lived a life of luxury, my own staff, and the greenest pastures I had ever seen this side of the border. My show career started at that point, Pleasure Driving as a three-year-old, I did fairly well, scoring third place at my worst. As a four-year-old I moved on to English Pleasure, and I was always in the ribbons.

At the start of the new millennium, the year 2001, things started to change for me. I made yet another move, to Minnesota. I traded in the soggy fields of Bellevue for the frozen tundra that is Hugo. To say the very least, me and my new person did not exactly hit it off, we did just about the opposite. This particular person eventually got tired of fighting and gave up on me, but not after inflicting quite a bit of damage. I don't like to focus on that part of my life, it was anything but fantastic.

In the late summer of 2006 I made yet another move, to south central Minnesota. Of course the place was not up to my standards, but it would do for a little while, at least my new person was an upgrade. With all the veterinarians worried about my weight problem, I decided to pack on the pounds, to at least get them off of my back…no, not literally, I meant that figuratively. I thought I looked just fine, but once I saw myself in the mirror, I realized it was time for a change. Within a few weeks I was already looking heavier. Apparently my runway super model look was on its way out, and a more, I want to say ‘healthier’ me was here to stay. I started working out a bit as well; I somehow got tricked into a trail ride at some point, against my will of course. It was terrible; I stepped on things that I never wished to touch in my life. I put up a fight every single time I was pointed back towards those trails, and eventually I won the battle, along with my trusty arena-bound partner in crime, Kazar. He, naturally, had a bit of an infatuation with me, but I wasn’t ready to settle down anytime soon, so I more or less just led him on more than anything. We took lessons together in the cramped indoor arena, learning the art of Dressage. That’s pronounced ‘dress-ahhzh’. I quickly grew bored with the exercises, I wanted to be moving, I wanted to be doing something.