Links to Some Articles I Have Written for Clients about Horse Racing — Includes Other Paid Racing Posts
Previously I have been contacted about paid guest and sponsored articles/posts for horse racing. Most of the articles are already written, but I have written a few of them. Below is a listing of many of these articles.
Panimetro, Metro, was my rescued OTTB ex-racehorse. He was a fine boy. He loved people. So easy to care for – he was so gentle. He was great to bathe from his racehorse training. He knew he had to stand still and not fuss. Easy for the farrier and for me to pick his feet up. Metro had naturally beautiful thoroughbred breeding. He was so smart.
An off-track Thoroughbred, OTTB, is a horse that was bred and trained to be a racehorse and is now not an active racehorse. Many OTTBs are registered with The Jockey Club. The Jockey Club is the breed registry for Thoroughbred horses in North America. Many OTTBs are used for Dressage and Three-day Eventing (my fav).
During “Metro’s” last race, he had a horrible accident where he suffered four major fractures in his left front ankle, an injury similar to the one suffered by the famous racehorse, Barbaro, the Kentucky Derby winner that was euthanized due to complications in the healing of his leg.
Luckily, he was able to heal and make the trip from the Virgin Islands to Miami, then Jacksonville, Florida via Habitat for Horses equine horse rescue. Metro came to the US in 2009. He and 3 other ex-racehorses came to my neighbor, Chris Dunn.
At the time, she had North Florida Horse Rescue, working in association with Habitat for Horses, to help place rescue horses with their forever homes or for fostering. When I saw Metro at her place, I kinda fell in love with him.
I was so sad when Barbaro was hurt and had to be euthanized, that I felt this strong affinity with Metro. I agreed to take him as his forever home owner. Sadly, he had to be euthanized in 2011 when his leg finally gave out. I cried a river for a week.
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I never was able to ride Metro. I had just had a shoulder replacement in 2008, so no riding horses until it was healed. Rocki was quiet next to Metro, who was more excitable. I couldn’t take a chance on messing up the shoulder surgery trying to ride Metro and I didn’t have him long enough until I felt the shoulder was well enough… bummer.
Remember the National Velvet movie with Elizabeth Taylor? The girl in the film, Velvet Brown, is played by Elizabeth Taylor. She wins a spirited gelding in a raffle and decides to train him for the Grand National steeplechase.
Velvet names the horse she won The Pie because his previous owner called the troublesome gelding a pirate. Velvet ends up riding The Pie in the race when she decided the jockey she hired wasn’t good enough. Watch the movie or read about it at Wikipedia.
Of course, National Velvet was one of my favorite movies (100% ‘Fresh’ rating on Rotten Tomatoes) and books! Is this not true horse girl energy?
I have been gathering quite a few pictures I have taken of different riding arenas, horse barns, and pastures in my area of North/Central Florida. Keep checking back here. I will be updating this regularly with new stuff. I show a lot of horse barn and pasture layouts with beautiful trees.
I’m going to start with a funny comparison between my weedy pasture and my neighbors Chris and Dale Dunn’s gorgeous pasture. They also have equines to eat the grass. I must mow my pasture… leaving my very back pasture to grow the weeds that become flowers.
My Pasture vs. the Dunns’ Gorgeous Pasture in North/Central Florida
Below is a slideshow showing my pasture next to my neighbors’ pasture and how nice their pasture is next to mine, lol. Cute pictures of her equines, 2 minis, a donkey and a pinto. My dog, Emma, is also in a couple pictures. I have a lot of pictures I’ll post in the Animals category.
World Equestrian Center Arena in Ocala, Florida
The next gorgeous facility’s arena, barns, and pastures is at Everglades Equestrian in Miccanopy, Florida. This place is just 20 minutes from the World Equestrian Center in Ocala. It’s where my trainer, Kathy Daly, boards some of the horses in training (3-4, currently) that she has. I got these pictures when I took a trip there to watch her ride and take pictures. Most of these pictures came from my iPhone 13 – amazed at the quality! I’m taking my mirror-shutter camera next time. I had lost it in my house, lol.
Everglades Equestrian Center in Miccanopy, Florida
The gorgeous, upscale Everglades Equestrian Center located in Miccanopy, FL which is between Gainesville and Ocala, Florida. These are pictures I took with my iPhone 13 and I’m amazed at the quality.
Panimetro aka Metro was a rescued Thoroughbred ex-racehorse from St. Thomas, Virgin Islands I got in 2008. Metro had broken his right front leg in a race. He was such a good boy and was smart enough to lie down for most of a year for it to heal.
Panimetro was a companion horse for my mare, Glenord’s Rocket Dancer aka Rocki. Before I got him, he was cared for by VICCTRE – Virgin Islands Community Cooperative Thoroughbred Retirement Effort. He was adopted from Habitat for Horses in a cooperative with VICCTRE in March of 2007 just after he was brought here from the Virgin Islands.
Metro was such a character and loved people! He would run around, buck and play, and would jump over a water puddle in front of his paddock that would fill up when it rained a lot. Both Rocki and Metro had wonderful stalls with fans and open access to paddocks. Each had their own pasture that the paddock gate opened into. They got fed 3 times a day plus a lot of loving and TLC, so they were in “horse heaven.”
During a race, he suffered four major fractures in his left front ankle, an injury similar to Barbaro’s — the Kentucky Derby winner that was euthanized due to complications in the healing of his leg. Metro could have met the same sad fate, but he was able to heal himself by lying down for long periods over a year and a half and allowing caretakers to attend to him. There was some calcification in the fetlock, but it had healed enough for him to be a horse.
Metro was on the cover, inside, and as the December horse on the 2009 VICCTRE calendar. You’ll see him running around still like a racehorse, even with his injured left front leg! Sadly, Metro passed in the Fall of 2011. His leg finally gave away. He is buried in my back pasture. I cried so much over this…
Death from colic is one of the greatest fears of a horse owner. This happened to my mare, Glenord’s Rocket Dancer aka Rocki, in October 2020. This is a short tribute to Rocki.
My horse was my COVID relief, until she died. I wasn’t ready for this yet.
I wanted to do the USDF Century Ride where the combination of her age and mine would equal 100. We needed just another year.
I keep thinking, “Well, I don’t have to get up and feed anymore.” It doesn’t help.
I’m mowing her front pasture and thinking about what to say in this tribute. I stop in the shade every so often and type on my phone.
Mowing, I still see places where her poop is. I try to mow it away but it still makes an indelible mark in my world. Just try not to clench my teeth as I mow. I don’t have many tears left now.
Geez, there’s a lot of stuff to write…
I had Rocki for almost 26 of her 28 years in September 2020. Of all the horses I had in my life, she was the best. She was my baby. She was named ‘Baby’ when I got her at 2 1/2. I wanted to rename her and give her a registered American Warmblood name and it needed to be close to sounding like Baby. I came up with the name Glenord’s Rocket Dancer after her sire, a registered Clydesdale, Clan Butter Glenord’s Glened, and a registered racing Appaloosa/TB, Rocket To Antares.
Her barn name was Rocki. Sounds close to the sound of the word, Baby, right? Rocki. Baby. Rocki Baby.
This crossing between Appaloosa TB and Clydesdale gave her a beautiful head and small TB mouth. Her body looked like a huge Appy/QH cross making her gorgeous for horse shows.
Death from colic was Rocki’s prognosis. I’m afraid she suffered for 3 days. My veterinarian thought it was a twisted long colon, and surgery wouldn’t have helped. Besides, she was too old for good recovery. I was too old to give her the care.
It started on a Saturday evening (never happens during a work day, but the weekend, amiright?). The on-call veterinarian came out and did the typical oil/water rinse and shots for pain (Banamine). She never really got better. I was out with her most of the night. The next morning she was lying in the pasture, wet from sweating. More Banamine, hosing, magnets, TTouch, everything I could think of. By Monday morning, I had already called my regular vet to have her put down. I called my neighbors, Chris and Dale Dunn, for assistance. They organized another neighbor to bring his huge tractor to dig a hole in my back pasture to bury Rocki there.
Rocki is buried along with 2 dogs and another horse, Metro, which I will tell you about here.
I was born and grew up on the south side of Jacksonville, Florida in the beautiful Mandarin area. I attended Loretto Elementary, DuPont Junior High, and Wolfson Senior High. I was a swimming nerd since my mom taught swimming lessons in our large natural pool built by my father, who also built our house (more on the house). I was our high school’s swim team’s backstroke swimmer; I also swam relays, medleys, fly, breast, and crawl (terms date me).
When I was a baby, my mom had a horse, Glassy, who was so gentle that she would allow me to crawl around under her legs. I also had a baby goat friend! And always, we had three dogs that were able to run free since we lived way out in the country/woods (except for college and 6 months in a duplex, I’ve always lived in the country).
I Grew Up Loving Horses
I read every book there was at the library on horses and had hundreds of plastic or rubber horses, ranging from palm size to maybe 16 inch tall model horses like they had in the 1950s.
When in elementary school, I would walk over 3 miles every Tuesday after school to ride at a rental barn; I also rode some of my friends’ horses. Finally, when I was 12, I got a horse of my own, a 14.3 1/2 hand buckskin, part quarter horse, to learn to care for and retrain from being wild and always wanting to run and jig to a horse that would walk and canter just from a lift on the reins. I did this from reading books and articles about horses.
My first saddle was a hard McClellan Army saddle (blech!) that I hated, so I rode bareback most of the time until I finally got Western saddle, then an English saddle in my later teens so I could jump things.
My First Horse, Scottie
I would do everything on my horse ‘Scottie’ (short for Great Scott – I renamed him from Apache), riding for miles all around my family’s 30 acres in the woods of Jacksonville/Mandarin/Greenland/Bayard are. I would go swimming bareback in the clear water of the barrow pits that were dug to build I-95 next to our land.
I would jump over 2 long pieces of skinny baseboard moulding spread out over the long side of 2 sawhorses that I set up as a jump. I would gallop over a 24+ natural jump course I made of piled up tree limbs and logs, spanning a couple of miles, weaving in and out of trees, ducking under low-hanging branches, sliding down a steep embankment — generally being a adventurous, horse-loving teenager.
You Don’t Do This Now-a-days
I would run barrels and do pole bending and compete at a saddle club where I would ride to on Friday nights with a group of others. The saddle club was about 8 to 10 miles from my house. I would meet up with the other riders about 3 miles from my house and we would all ride together. Then, I would ride back home in the dark by myself – something you would never let a young girl do in today’s world!
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