Hi–my name is Dasher and I’m a nine-year-old, white Thoroughbred gelding.
Where I Came From
I was born in Canada and raced as a two- and three-year-old in the United States under the name of “Dynamite”.
My great, great, great-grandmother was Somethingroyal, Secretariat’s mother, and my great-great grandfathers include Princequillo and Northern Dancer. With such champion racing lines came much expectation, but after two disappointing finishes I was “retired” from the track.
The next six years are a blur, but in December, 2011, I was abandoned in a field in Perris, Calif. along with two other horses. We were left without any food or water. A lot of people were horrified at what had happened to us, but in retrospect we were some of the lucky ones. Someone noticed how thin we were getting and called FalconRidge Equine Rescue who took us in and provided us with food and shelter.
Who Adopted Me
After I spent several months at FalconRidge, Deborah Johnson saw my picture on the rescue website and came to meet me. She couldn’t resist my dark eyes and long white eye lashes. The minute I saw her I knew we were going to be together forever.
Deborah loved my personality and didn’t care that I was thin, or that my coat was rough and curly from malnutrition–she adopted me on the spot! I was taken by trailer to Deborah’s ranch on March 16, 2012, which just happened to be my ninth birthday. There I was greeted by her three other horses, Ami, Bertha, and the best surprise of all, a tiny miniature horse named Ally. She’s adorable and we have become best friends.
I can’t express how wonderful it is to be wanted so much by a human. Deborah tells me often how happy she is to have me for her horse, and more than anything, how she loves my attitude. I guess it’s because look forward to each and every day knowing God has good things in store for me and so does Deborah. We’re a perfect match.
How I Spend My Time
I spend my time hanging out with my horse friends, eating and going on trail rides.
Deborah runs an unofficial horse therapy program for women and I get to meet new friends all the time. Women come to the ranch to relax and spend time with us horses. They feed us carrots and brush us, but only Deborah rides me because I am her hers and she is mine.
Why I’m an Advocate For Horse Adoption
Sometimes I wonder: if FalconRidge Equine Rescue had not saved me, who knows where my pals and I might have ended up? Because of FalconRidge, I now have a wonderful home with a lady who loves me like crazy. Life just doesn’t get any better.
If you are a person looking for a horse, please consider adopting from a rescue. It might be the best decision you’ll ever make.