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Happy Tail: Miah I'm Good

The story of Miah, I'm Good. Well, most of the time. But all of the time she's so beautiful one can't help but love this blue roan registered Quarterhorse mare. Click on headline for complete horse story with photo(s)
Next earlier Happy Tail: Happy Tail: Sami, another It Was Meant to Be story Posted October 20, 2013

By Peg Schaeffer

Every week after I write my Happy Tail I begin planning for the next week's story. This week I was having writer's block and was wracking my brain for a story. On Wednesday one of the horses provided me with one. When we lived in Connecticut I used to buy and sell horses. I had a good reputation since I always tried to be honest and fair and not be the typical horse trader.*

So when I moved to Kentucky I would get calls from people back home looking for a horse. I got a call from my friend, Stacey, who knew someone looking for a safe trail horse. I had a palomino and white Paint mare, Willow, that I told her was a dependable trail horse.

Would I be williing to trade my reliable trail horse, she asked

She asked me if I would be willing to trade. Right away I'm thinking what kind of horse is she going to offer me? Turns out it was a blue roan registered Quarter Horse mare. All my life I have wanted a blue roan. I have a preference for mares and my favorite breed is the Quarter Horse. So ding, ding, ding - I hit the jackpot. I had a trip planned to Connecticut to pick up a horse so I told her I could haul Willow to her and the owner could spend a few days with the mare to see if she liked her. If she liked Willow I would trade for her horse.

When I pulled into the farm I saw Miah's head over the Dutch door

When I pulled into their farm I immediately spotted the horse. She had her head over the Dutch door and I fell in love. She had a beautiful head and kind brown eyes. When I went to her stall she nudged me, looking for a treat. The rest of her wasn't bad either. She had great conformation and the big Quarter Horse butt. Hopefully her owner would fall in love with Willow.

Willow and Amy hit it off so I headed back to Kentucky with my new mare - Miah I'm Good - aka Miah. Miah has been a great horse. She loves people and would rather be with a person than the horses. She'll follow you around like a puppy dog always looking for attention. I take her trail riding at times but if I ride another horse she follows along with our mule, Dolly. She'll stop and graze and when we get too far ahead she'll gallop to catch up and then grab a few more mouthfuls of grass.

Miah is always at the head of the chow line, but not this time . . .

Miah's a chow hound and is always first in line when I feed the horses. She goes in her stall and nickers until she gets her grain. So Wednesday night when I went to feed and Miah wasn't there I knew something was wrong. I called for her several times in case she just didn't realize it was time to eat. (I seriously doubted that.) Sometimes she would go to the far end of the pasture to graze by herself so I told myself that was probably where she was.

Once all of the horses were fed and Miah was still missing I decided to go looking for her. I went to the bottom of the hill and went to the pasture. It was starting to get dark and I went to the far end of the pasture with no sign of her. We have a cedar lot that separates the pasture and another pasture at the top of the hill where our stallion grazes. I looked up the hill and could see Miah pacing back and forth in a frenzy. I climbed the hill. She was in a small area surrounded by cedars. Somehow she had gone into the spot but was afraid to go back down the hill through the trees. I had the grain bucket with me and tried to coax her. Since the bucket was empty she wasn't falling for that. I tried shooing her back down the hill but instead she kept trying to jump the fence. She's not very graceful so I knew that she would just end up getting caught in the fence and hurting herself.

Keith works nights so I was home alone. It was getting darker. I took my jacket off and wrapped it around her neck trying to lead her down the hill. That wasn't happening either. In the meantime our stallion, Dublin, saw the mare by his fence and he raced over calling to her.

Love called in the form of a handsome stallion

So now Miah wasn't going anywhere. She had this handsome stallion talking to her and she decided she should stay. So now I had to regroup. I decided the only way to get her back to the barn was to get a halter and some treats. I couldn't climb over the fence because the wire was too small to get my feet into so I had to walk back down the hill through the cedar trees, across the pasture and then back up the hill. I got Miah's halter, some treats, and a step ladder so I could climb over the fence rather than go back the way I came. Of course the best laid plans of mice and men don't always work. I hung her halter on the fence post, climbed on the step ladder to the top of the fence and then lowered it on the other side. Of course, what happened? The ladder fell over and now I was on top of the fence. So I managed to climb to the other side and jumped off. In the meantime I was muttering to myself "I'm getting too old for this". Of course I was imagining all kinds of things that could happen. I could get my foot caught in the fence and break my ankle. Miah could panic and trample me and no one would find me until morning. The coyotes would eat us both.

Fortunately, worse came to better, after I fed Miah her treat

None of the above happened. I put the halter on Miah and fed her a treat. That was all she needed. She followed me back through the brush and into a clearing as if to say "why didn't you say so in the first place." I took her halter off and she raced ahead without me. It was totally dark now and I had to crash through tree branches being careful not to trip over the underbrush. Then I walked back across the pasture and back up the hill - a lot more exercise than I had planned on. Miah was there waiting for me, standing in her stall, wanting to know why her supper was late. It's a good thing she's beautiful.

*Typical Horse Trader joke: A man went to a horse dealer looking to buy a horse. The trader showed him a horse and told him "He don't look too good". The man bought the horse and brought it home. The next day he called the dealer back "That horse you sold me is blind!" The trader replied "I told you he didn't look too good."- Peg Schaeffer, President and Founder, Sugarfoot Farm Rescue

Contact us if you would like to help.

Peg Schaeffer, Sugarfoot Farm Rescue,
860 Sparksville Road
Columbia, KY 42728
Home telephone: 270-378-4521
Cell phone: 270-634-4675

This story was posted on 2013-10-27 00:31:28
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Miah is so beautiful she brightens day just looking at her

2013-10-26 - Sugarfoot Farm Rescue, 860 Sparksville Road, Columbia, KY - Photo by Peg Schaeffer.
Miah grazing here in our pasture.
I love looking off the deck and seeing her. She's so beautiful she brightens my day just by looking at her. - Peg Schaeffer

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Love at first sight - Miah looking over Dutch door

2013-10-27 - Sugarfoot Farm Rescue, 860 Sparksville Road, Columbia, KY - Photo by Peg Schaeffer. Miah I'm Good looking over the Dutch door the first time I saw her. You can see how easy it was for me to fall in love with her. - Peg Schaeffer, Sugarfoot Farm Rescue
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