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My First Ride – By Shelby E.

It was Thursday night and my first lesson at the Windy Ridge Ranch.  I just walked through the gate on my way to find a horse named Keeper.  I had to stop in the office to view his picture and make a mental note of his cute face. Once out in the feed lot I called his name and amazingly he came.  I remember thinking Oh my gosh he is really big.  Keeper tested me when it came to bridling but after the first few times, we came to an understanding.  Keeper was a very special horse and those who had the privilege to ride him would probably agree.  His personality was playful and always kept me going.  My first experience of the gallop was on Keeper.  I put my trust in him and I believed in him and in turn I believe he trusted me.   Keeper would throw bucks my way every now and then and get over excited but he never allowed me to fall off.  He always seemed happy and enjoyed getting attention. 

I know Keeper will be missed by many; he was truly one of a kind; a Keeper. The next time I walk out to the feed lot I will be sure to look up, remember the great times we shared together and know he is running and playing with all his friends that left before him. I will miss you buddy; thank you for my first ride and all the memories we made. Until we meet again at the gates of Heaven.

My Best Friend, Keeper -- By Erin M.

Keeper was one of the spunkiest horses in the herd. He was the best horse for me, because of his fun loving and spunky nature. When I first started riding Keeper I was sad because Blondie had just died and I missed her terribly. But Keeper showed me that he was the horse for me. Keeper was my spunky horse from a dream. I used to call him my sweetheart, because he loved to cuddle with me.  I will miss his liquid brown eyes that seemed to see into my soul and always make a bad day become a good day. I will miss riding bareback on him, feeling his warm coat against my cold ankles and I will the feeling of his tangled mane in my fingers.  Keeper will always be my spunky clown who makes my day.  He will be deeply missed by all those who rode him and all of his herd mates. But I will be the one who will never feel the same again.Goodbye my beloved Keeper and may you be happy in your golden pastures.  I wish I could see you one more time to say good bye and tell you I love you and thank you. No other horse will take your place in my heart.

Sanna Buckbee - Keeper's Breeder

I am so sorry to hear about Keeper, known as Rowdy to me. Before I sold him to WWR I had taken him out to the Black Hills. We were at the top of Nemo Mountain and he decided he didn't like being by himself, so he decided to do a little bucking. I didn't come off, but ended up in front of the saddle horn. We calmly caught up with the group, and got off and remounted with not another problem. Needless to say my riding was finished for awhile. When the group left with out him, the owners of Nemo Ranch said to put him in this wooden corral that no horse had ever jump out of. Well Rowdy cleared the rails and took off after the group, sparks a flying on the black top from his shoes. He really was a Keeper.

Betty Van Tassel

One Sunday in October, our 8 year old grandaughter, Katie, rode Keeper for the first time in a Pee Wee class. After the lesson, I asked her how she liked riding Keeper and she told me, "Grandma, he was really tall and when I asked him to canter, he started out sooo fast, I had to rein him in".

Thank you Keeper, for letting an inexperienced 8 year old "rein" you in.

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Ariel Kramer bathing Keeper
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Photo by Ariel Kramer
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Photo by Katie Clapp
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Eleanor Lieder & Keeper in Cup of Water
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Photo by Sarita Patel
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Keeper and Flash having a face fight
Photo by Sarita Patel
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Rebecca Bond
Photo by Lisa Bond
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Rebecca Bond
Photo by Lisa Bond
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Shelby Edmondson