In early 2009 we saw our first Curley Horse up close and personal. She was a sorrel mare at the Horse Auction, on the thin side, with a soft coat of curls and a whispy mane and tail. Her name was Raggedy Ann, probably named from a misunderstanding about her sparse mane and tail. We couldn't help but bond with her as we talked to her. She had big doe eyes and such a kind sweet face. We were happy when a little girl wanted to buy her. Both mare and girl looked very pleased. We often thought about the mare since then, in fact, I found an ad on line for her and called just to make sure she'd been sold. She had.
In fact, a year later, we found her again at a pasture down the street from our house. She was thinner, her feet were a mess and her owners (same little girl and parents) were working on it. We introduced ourselves and told them where we lived, asking that they let us know if there was anything we could do to help.
Well, this last Sunday, they took us up on it. They asked if we would adopt her. How could we say No?
She was thin before, but now she is just plain boney. Her stomach is suspect -- either bred or full of worms. And her coat is riddled with rain rot. She'll be going to see Doc Davis on Thursday to check her teeth and to make sure she isn't pregnant. We just call her Annie and are determined she will not be Raggedy much longer.
Based on the ad I had found in 2009, she was born in 2005 and is a Missouri Fox Trotter. She is definitely a Curley.
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