WF Last of Roses

I've been asked to show photos of the horses. It's difficult for me to get photos right now, but I have lots of photos, some fairly recent, others not.

This is baby Zing, WF Last of Roses

Zing was an orphan. His dam, LF Diamond Rose, died after birth from a ruptured uterus. I had to hand raise the boy, which was a lot of work. We made it through it. He is a good natured clown of a horse, he acquired the name "Naughty Pants" from one of his trainers. Hand raising horses can make them pushy and mouthy, he is not so much like that, mostly due to his good temperament, partly due to me being "she who must be obeyed" and partly due to an old no nonsense gelding I had that I was able to put with Zinger when he reached about three months old. The fellow was raised on goat milk, it is much more digestible than cow milk. We've attributed his height to the expensive diet he was on for three months. He is tall for an Arabian, 16hh.

Zing without makeup a couple of years ago.

Zing with makeup at three

Zing had a career in the show ring starting as a yearling in halter. He accumulated several Class A Championship titles, Region X titles and a Canadian National Top Ten Sweepstakes Top 5 and Open Top 10. Very good for a stallion handled by a relatively unknown trainer, owned by someone not a millionaire. Other than racing thoroughbreds the Arabian Show World (caps give it emphasis they are sure is warranted) has the most wealth involved. 

Full body of the super model. 

This was Zing's last trainer, Kristina. She and I had a lot of fun together and she was a perfect match for Naughty Pants, although the first couple of times he met her he tried to mount her. He was serious.  She came back. We found out it was a body lotion she was using, he interpreted it as a mare in heat. He was raised by a human, so maybe he has some species issues. That never happened again. Phew.

He spent five years with Kristina. We were both sad when she had to move on, but other things came up in her life that made it necessary. She was my last young person, out of a list of quite a few, who worked on the farm. It made such a difference having young, enthusiastic women around me. They kept me young. 

He's such a good and handsome fellow. He's now 21, looks three and often acts two. He's the remaining stallion on the farm, he is so easy it doesn't matter if he keeps his parts.