In Part 2 of The Gentle Giant, we finish the story of Blizzard’s birth and find out how Blizzard got a new name… The Gentle Giant and the Ghost »»

My first horse was a gentle giant who was born during my fourth year, in a blizzard on my Granddad’s farm. Granddad said we formed a special bond on the night he was born, and it lasted all his life, and beyond. I still feel it now. The Gentle Giant »»

Calvin~ I love you like my own, and I still don’t believe you have left us. From the day I met you, I knew all the wonderful stories Elizabeth had told me were true. You were the perfect firey chestnut gelding with a heart to please and the mind to perfect everything you did. We had big plans for you, boy. In Memory of Elizabeths Loyal Horse, Calvin »»

This horse was the classic all-rounder. He turned my dreams into reality. Show-jumping, cross-country, working hunter and riding horse classes were happy events where we won many rosettes. Pet Memorial to my horse, Frisbee »»

Mr. Dillon was in that rare group of “once-in-a-lifetime-horses”. I’ve been truly gifted to have owned this wonderful pony for nearly ten years. He was proud, with the “look of eagles” in his eyes, courageous, very competitive.

When he went in the show ring, he exuded confidence, as if saying “Watch me. I’m special!”. Pet Memorial to a Horse: Mr. Dillon »»