Six years ago during Memorial Weekend, we brought Chaos home. He was an unhandled yearling stud at the time. Boy was that a learning curve on my part. I’d only worked with older horses and thought being around six year olds was rough. Chaos has taught me a lot over these past six years. I really did luck out with him. If he hadn’t been naturally laid back, I don’t know what I would have done.
I consider Chaos one of the first rescues. He was headed to an auction with a gigantic cut on his leg, wasn’t halter broke, and although he came from registered parents, there was a mix up with the paperwork leaving him grade. Had be run through the auction as is, he wouldn’t have brought much money, mainly because he was still a stud at the time. I don’t know how to emphasis to people that taking a stud to a loose auction or a low end auction is practically a death sentence.
I really consider myself blessed to have been at the right place at the right time. Everyone thought I was nutz for even considering bringing him home. But he’s since turned into an amazing horse and a well-established fixture at Borderlands. At the time we brought Chaos home, I thought I wanted to still be a rescue but over the past six years I’ve decided that I’d much rather be a sanctuary and let the rescues handle the young horses. But I will never regret stepping up and offering Chaos a permanent home.
And if my memory serves me correctly, the latter part of May is when Chaos was born. So he’s technically seven years old. How time flies.
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