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I am so totally in love with Cal and Wyatt, guys! I have big plans for these two. BIG PLANS INDEED.

Still, I can't believe I FINALLY got my hands on a cream dilute colt and now can't have his babies in my stable.

With our older racehorses out of commission, all our hopes rested on the two year old crop. Thus, when Critical ran into a fence in mid-February and fractured both front knee caps, we were devastated. Hadn't we been plagued with enough bad luck lately?

Somehow, however, some way, he actually pulled through. Due to his traumatic youth, he was used to doctors and hospitals, and thus didn't put up a fight after surgery and through his recovery. But he couldn't handle being around other horses--he was still too much of a stallion to do that, and the vet was adamant that he needed social contact to adjust to his crippled lot in life.

Thus, the difficult decision was made to geld him and put him in with the hyperactive Bandit as a "stable pony" for when Bandit traveled around the show circuit.

And that's how we met Wyatt.

His name was Wyatt Jones, and he was a borderline-suicidal cowboy who had lost everything in a great fire while he was away on business: his ranch, his cattle, his horses, and his wife and twin girls. Word around the stretch was that he only continued day to day because he was too cowardly to off himself.

Personally, I think it was because he was strong enough NOT to.

One day while Bandit was prancing around the ring, Critical swung his blockish nose out of his stall and smacked poor Wyatt (who was innocently walking toward the water fountain at the end of the barn) clear across the temple. The craggly homeless man stumbled to his knees and plopped down on the dirt walk unconcious. Cal, only just then realizing he had smacked someone, whickered uncertainly.

And thus the one-sided friendship was born. Poor Wyatt.

Over the course of the next few months, Critical would keep his eyes peeled for Wyatt wherever we went. The old cowboy wanted nothing to do with "that damned menace of a glue product," but Cal was in horsey love. No one really knew why. Perhaps it was because Wyatt wanted nothing to do with him while everyone else cooed over "the tiny little thing." Or perhaps he knew a fellow broken heart when he saw one.

No matter the reason, Cal latched onto Wyatt like a newly-hatched duckling and refused to let go.

When October rolled around the circuit shut down for the winter, TJ cornered poor Wyatt and all but ordered him to come back with them to the Homebase. Cal, of course, was overjoyed. The rest of us... not so much. Wyatt was still listless, still borderline suicidal, and was one more mouth to feed. He wanted nothing to do with horses and spent all his time indoors.

Then on frigid evening in early December, Bandit stole his paddock gate's lock out of his groom's pocket and escaped with Cal in tow. Bandit ran hellbent all over the grounds. Cal, however, headed straight for the bunkhouses--and poor sleeping Wyatt. We're not quite sure what happened during those few minutes they were alone together, but after that, Wyatt started smiling more.

The old man still won't work with the horses--says they remind him too much of what he lost and we're not about to push the old coot--but there are rumors that he slips Cal a sugar cube now and then when he passes his paddock on his morning walk.

For an old cowboy with no purpose in life and a tiny, crippled thoroughbred gelding, things were finally looking up.

Foal Pic and Bio

Racing Season: 2 Year Old
unraced

Racing Stats

Total Wins: 0 starts--0/0/0
Graded Stakes Wins: None
Career Earnings (in US currency): $0
Racing Style: None
Titles: None

Bandit , in case you were wondering.
Art and Character (C) Me

Description
I am so totally in love with Cal and Wyatt, guys! I have big plans for these two. BIG PLANS INDEED.

Still, I can't believe I FINALLY got my hands on a cream dilute colt and now can't have his babies in my stable.

With our older racehorses out of commission, all our hopes rested on the two year old crop. Thus, when Critical ran into a fence in mid-February and fractured both front knee caps, we were devastated. Hadn't we been plagued with enough bad luck lately?

Somehow, however, some way, he actually pulled through. Due to his traumatic youth, he was used to doctors and hospitals, and thus didn't put up a fight after surgery and through his recovery. But he couldn't handle being around other horses--he was still too much of a stallion to do that, and the vet was adamant that he needed social contact to adjust to his crippled lot in life.

Thus, the difficult decision was made to geld him and put him in with the hyperactive Bandit as a "stable pony" for when Bandit traveled around the show circuit.

And that's how we met Wyatt.

His name was Wyatt Jones, and he was a borderline-suicidal cowboy who had lost everything in a great fire while he was away on business: his ranch, his cattle, his horses, and his wife and twin girls. Word around the stretch was that he only continued day to day because he was too cowardly to off himself.

Personally, I think it was because he was strong enough NOT to.

One day while Bandit was prancing around the ring, Critical swung his blockish nose out of his stall and smacked poor Wyatt (who was innocently walking toward the water fountain at the end of the barn) clear across the temple. The craggly homeless man stumbled to his knees and plopped down on the dirt walk unconcious. Cal, only just then realizing he had smacked someone, whickered uncertainly.

And thus the one-sided friendship was born. Poor Wyatt.

Over the course of the next few months, Critical would keep his eyes peeled for Wyatt wherever we went. The old cowboy wanted nothing to do with "that damned menace of a glue product," but Cal was in horsey love. No one really knew why. Perhaps it was because Wyatt wanted nothing to do with him while everyone else cooed over "the tiny little thing." Or perhaps he knew a fellow broken heart when he saw one.

No matter the reason, Cal latched onto Wyatt like a newly-hatched duckling and refused to let go.

When October rolled around the circuit shut down for the winter, TJ cornered poor Wyatt and all but ordered him to come back with them to the Homebase. Cal, of course, was overjoyed. The rest of us... not so much. Wyatt was still listless, still borderline suicidal, and was one more mouth to feed. He wanted nothing to do with horses and spent all his time indoors.

Then on frigid evening in early December, Bandit stole his paddock gate's lock out of his groom's pocket and escaped with Cal in tow. Bandit ran hellbent all over the grounds. Cal, however, headed straight for the bunkhouses--and poor sleeping Wyatt. We're not quite sure what happened during those few minutes they were alone together, but after that, Wyatt started smiling more.

The old man still won't work with the horses--says they remind him too much of what he lost and we're not about to push the old coot--but there are rumors that he slips Cal a sugar cube now and then when he passes his paddock on his morning walk.

For an old cowboy with no purpose in life and a tiny, crippled thoroughbred gelding, things were finally looking up.

Foal Pic and Bio

Racing Season: 2 Year Old
unraced

Racing Stats

Total Wins: 0 starts--0/0/0
Graded Stakes Wins: None
Career Earnings (in US currency): $0
Racing Style: None
Titles: None

Bandit , in case you were wondering.
Art and Character (C) Me