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…
An overview of my horses from 1970 to 2009 – Mecca, Sunny, and Rocki.
I married Mark Ellerbee, my son Jason’s father, in April 1970 while I was still a student at FSU. We moved to Nashville in the summer of 1970 and Mark got a job with the Oak Ridge Boys as their drummer and backup vocalist.
In 1973, he allowed me to buy, own, and train a horse. We lived in a city north of Nashville, Tennessee, called Hendersonville in a farming subdivision where we all had at least 3 acres.
My first son, Jason Alexander Ellerbee, was born at the end of 1970. After I had another son in 1973 (who died in 1988), I bought my own ¾ Arab/¼ Quarter Horse cross, 2½-year-old stallion. He was originally named Major, but I changed it to Mecca. I trained and showed Mecca locally.
I showed my horse and other horses in the Tennessee, Kentucky, and Arkansas show circuit. I rode for clients in Western Pleasure, Equitation, and Hunt Seat. I even placed 11th in the hunt seat class at the Oklahoma 1978 Appaloosa Nationals on a gorgeous black, blanket-spotted Appaloosa stallion that I rode for a client. I also rode another gorgeous Palomino stallion in Western Pleasure and a young 16.2hh Appaloosa gelding in Western Pleasure and Hunt Seat.
Back to Jacksonville
In 1980, Mark and I divorced amicably and I moved back to my home in Jacksonville, Florida. I was without Mecca – I sold him the year before I moved from Nashville since I had gone back to college to finish my degree. In Spring 1983, I finally completed my college degree in Computer Information Systems (CIS). I didn’t ride during this time as I was always in class or studying. On top of doing homework assignments in computers, I had a job at the computer lab working part-time at the college as the Psychology department’s system analyst, and taking care of my small children when I was home. I was lucky to have my mother take care of them when I wasn’t around.
After I graduated and started working in my career, I occasionally rode friends’ horses off and on. I married my husband Jerry Rehkopf in 1992. One night, I was ardently explaining to him how a horse canters on their leads. He made the ‘mistake’ of telling me that I should get a horse 🙂
In 1991, I had a craniotomy for a benign meningioma just below my left ear. I was hoping that the surgery would cure the right-sided migraines I had. Nope, it didn’t. I started getting left-sided migraines from the trauma to the surgery on my left side. But get a horse? Whoo hoo! I made it work, migraines be damned.
The search began and I finally got another horse, an ex-racehorse Quarter Horse named ‘Sunny’. I began riding him in Dressage and later in hunters and jumpers. I bought Sunny from a cowboy that wanted to do trail riding and hunt off a horse. Sunny wasn’t the right horse for that. Sunny wasn’t the right horse for me either.
Before Sunny, I had been thrown zero times in my life. I had come off accidentally maybe two times in my life. With Sunny, I came off of him like 20 times in two years! He was what you call “dirty”. He would find you off balance and blip, he’d move 20 feet sideways and you’re on the ground. Not the best horse for a craniotomy recoveree.
I got 6 cracked ribs from a fall off of Sunny when I missed a tight turn to a jump. This was a perpendicular jump that was higher than I was used to. I looked too late to the next jump, causing me to turn Sunny into the jump standard. He swerved hard and I fell onto the unforgiving, packed sand – ouch!
I had to promise my employer that I wouldn’t jump anymore, at least not competitively or in a clinic since I had experienced a couple of other falls with associated injuries.
Glenord’s Rocket Dancer aka Rocki
I started looking for another horse in early 1995. Tried a few hunter/jumper horses, but fell in love with an untrained “baby” 2½-year-old Clydesdale cross mare named “Baby”.
I sold Sunny in 1995 just a couple of months after I got my mare. I named her Glenord’s Rocket Dancer, sired by Clan Butter Glenord’s Glened x mare, Rocket To Antares. I gave her the barn name of Rocki. Her sire (now deceased) was a champion Budweiser Clydesdale and her dam was a racing TB/Appaloosa, whose bloodline went back to Native Dancer, hence her name, Glenord’s Rocket Dancer, barn name of Rocki. (It was originally spelled Rockey and later spelled with an ‘i’ at the end so it’s female sounding, lol.)
Claire Lee of what is now Haddenloch Farm (used to be Dexter Farm) first backed Rocki while I was healing from having the 6 broken ribs from the fall I had off of Sunny.
I got my American Warmblood mare to ride Dressage and English Pleasure. I did jump her in low Hunter classes after she was backed by Claire Lee. I also trained her to ground drive with me running behind her. But again, after the previous falls and injuries from Sunny, it was better that I ride Dressage instead.
Rocki has been the best horse I have ever had. She would do anything and she was bomb-proof even when she was a baby.
As of 2020, Rocki was still with me (she died in 2021 — see Tribute to Rocki). She still had her Dressage topline, still was a wonderful horse, and was still going strong. Clydesdales mature late – Rocki was actually lazy until she turned 10!
Dressage Aha! Moment
In 2004, I had the ‘aha’ moment and learned how to ride correctly, as in how to really ride Dressage and give with the arms/elbows, meld with the horse, inside leg to outside rein, half-halts, etc.
Boy, was I excited when I finally felt this for longer than just a few minutes! I called my trainer, Kathy Daly of KDEquine Training, and excitedly told her that I now knew what she had been trying to get across to me since she had trained her in Dressage when Rocki was 3½.
Instead of it taking me 45 minutes to warm myself up while confusing my horse by hanging on the reins and not let him/her go forward INTO the reins, I can get on and have a great ride in 20 minutes, with both my horse and I warmed up almost immediately. Rocki really thanked me — all I had to do is to think a movement and Rocki would comply… ahhhh… as was said, a true horse fanatic!
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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My registered American Warmblood horse, Glenord’s Rocket Dancer aka Rocki, was my Clydsedale and racing Thoroughbred Appaloosa mare. She was my baby for 26 of her 28 years. Rocki was a Lifetime USDF/USEF member horse. I registered Rocki as an American Warmblood. She was out of a champion Budweiser Clydesdale sire – Clan Butter Glenord’s Glened, crossed with a racing Thoroughbred Appaloosa mare, Rocket to Antares (going back to Native Dancer). I named her Glenord’s Rocket Dancer or Rocki for her barn name.
I have ridden all of my life and I am an absolute horse fanatic! I have ridden most disciplines. I had been a member of USDF, USAE, USEF, USET, and NFDA for many years.
Rocki was the most amazing horse – she would do anything and she was bomb-proof, even when she was a baby. I rode her mostly Dressage and in English Pleasure and Equitation, and had also been working on Western Riding patterns too, which I find is very similar to Dressage. But alas, I have a back issue now that only allows me to ride Dressage since it is more upright and uses core muscles more. She was my absolute love as I had her for almost 22 years since she was 2 1/2 (1993 mare) until she passed in September 2020.
This is A Horse Blog. A companion to HorsesintheSouth.com, but instead of an equine news publisher, this site will be for my own article writings, tangents, musings and general stuff.
I have been wanting to make this blog since 2009 but never had time to. HorsesintheSouth.com took too much time, riding/caring for my own horse, health (two shoulder replacements – arrgh!), living way out in the country, yard work, landscaping, gardening, mowing – need I say more?
But now I’m retired or (semi-retired) and have a bit more time! Yea! So here goes …
Since this is a new website as of mid-July 2022, the base or skeleton design, general setup and a few posts (content) have been done. I have a lot more content to add, plus a ton of new and old images, so stay in touch to see new content. Be sure to follow my social media accounts below as they will be updated with text and links as new content is added.