This couple bred, raised, and showed Peruvians for many years. From what I heard the wife was the one that really loved the Peruvian breed. When she passed on from complications of cancer her husband immediately started selling off all of their horses. The woman had passed away around the time that they had started training this little sorrel gelding, so he wasn't really "finished".
The man was starting to board horses and I was looking for some place new for Harvey (read my previous blogs for Harvey's story). The ranch was really nice and they only had a few horses there. A few months after moving Harvey, the property manager approached me about this sorrel gelding. He told me that this was the last of the horses that they had owned. The man told me "I am tired of feeding him. You can have him if you want". He was the last Peruvian on the property. I wasn't really ready to take on a new horse and definitely not a Peruvian. I knew nothing about the breed. I had wanted to find a horse for my husband but I was hoping for a draft cross not this small horse that looked funny when it ran. Of course I told the guy I would take him though. My husband thought that he would start riding Harvey and Peanut would become my horse. That didn't happen.
The property manager ran the horse into our pasture since he couldn't catch him. He told me that nobody had messed with him in a few years. I didn't realize that meant that nobody had physically touched or ridden this horse in two years. I went into the pasture and just stood around. I talked really softly about nothing in particular. I wasn't going to push this horse to get close to me; I didn't really want him anyway. I figured maybe I could work with him for a little while and then sell him. That didn't happen. After a few hours of just random talking and hanging out he walked up to me, tilted his head to the side and had this look on his face that melted my heart.
A couple of days later I decided I wanted to ride him. I had been sick and was running a high fever but after reading about Peruvians I couldn't wait any longer. I saddled him and got on. I laughed so hard. I had never ridden a gaited horse. The smoothness of the Peruvian is amazing! A few days later the property manager told me he would work with him a little bit for me so I could ride him, since he had not been ridden in several years. I told the man that I had already been on him and he was fine, I didn't need him worked.
After that we decided we needed to name this horse. The property manager had told us that he had a registered name but not a barn name. We decided to call him Peanut. We came up with that name because his head was peanut shaped at the time. He had a halter on all of his life and the nose band had made an indentation. We took the halter off and began massaging his face daily. The indentation is barely noticeable now.
Peanut is my "pasture ornament" most of the time. I rarely ever ride him. I ride Peanut about every six months and he is good every time. It takes him a few minutes to remember what you want but he settles really quickly and is always a pleasure to ride. Peanut loves to be groomed and will stand for hours if you just brush him. If you miss a spot he will let you know too. He doesn't like to get dirty. Peanut will go out of his way to avoid a mud puddle and he doesn't roll very often. After you groom him and pull out the saddle he "grunts", as if to tell you he didn't agree to that, he is just there for the grooming.
Peanut is a great listener. When I am stressed I know I can talk to Peanut about it. If you talk to him stands in front of you with his head tilted and has this look that tells me that he completely understands everything I say. Peanut and I have some really intense conversations.
A few years ago I tried to sell Peanut. Nobody was good enough for this boy though. I was being so particular about what kind of life I wanted for him. Peanut is a special horse that needs to have an emotional bond with a person. I really think that if he didn't have the right kind of bond with a person he would die from a broken heart. If you have read my blogs about Harvey you know that Harvey is my soul mate, Peanut is my best friend. Peanut has taught me that sometimes you have to open your heart and take a chance.