Hello

My name is Amanda- I live in Ky, and same as all of you, I have a passion for the Arabian horse. But my story itself; is very different than many of yours.



I was raised in a tiny town in Kentucky. There is an old diner/general store where the entire community congregates each morning; that's how small we're talking. My father was, and still is a factory worker. That money didn't amount to enough to support our family, so he took up his family trade as well; tobacco farming.

My parents never got along. As far back as I remember mom was always causing a scene, and dad was trying to find a safe place. He began with obcessing over work, moved to his bird dogs, then basketball, and finally I introduced him to his first true love; the horse.



Like most love affairs it began slow.. My fater & I sneaking away to be with those beloved creatures. Eventualy we purchased our first horses; a pinto named "Spooky." His name was well suited. And my first horse, a Quarter pony named "Patches." To make mom feel more involved; she got a beautiful black and white paint stallion... He was perfect- all i ever wanted. When they got divorced mom sent the lovely stallion far away for spite- so that he an I might never surf the golden fields again. But the fever was too strong and our spirit could not be broken.



My father & I started our own horse empire alone; one that she did not have the power squash. My father went the gaited horse route; and I trained his and many others horses to high step & glide, and many quarter horses & ponies to cut and jog trot, but there was no passion in my work... Not until I saw her!



Alone in a field of gaited horses stood the most elegant creature I had ever laid eyes on. No one understood my immediate love for such a poor looking horse; but I saw something they didn't. In the eyes of that frail figure- I saw what she could be. Intelligent, fierce, strong, and Majestic... I paid $300 cash for her- she was an auctioned abuse case; her owner had died and his children treated her badly to say the least- thei dedscription of her was "CRAZY" I recall; and though of great Polish pedigree- had never been registered.



I am a new student of the intricacies of arabian breeding - although I intend to be a force to recon with in the near future. The Polish breeding is my heart's true fancy- becuase it is the blood the greatest horse that ever lived. I am sure I will evenualy broaden my horizons to the Porcelin Egyptians, but for the moment stand true to Daisy's heritage. God help me if she ever leaves his earth.