Lady Mouse

Died August 4, 2006

Owned by Karen Puchalsky

When and where Mouse was born, no one from the Riding Academy knows. All we do know is that Mouse was found grazing in a field owned by an Amish farmer. The farmer was selling Mouse, not because she was unable to pull their carriage to and from the farm, but for one more important reason. Mouse would decide when it was time to go back home. Sometimes this did not necessarily coincide with the time the farmer was ready. The farmer would many times come out of the store in time to see Mouse and his carriage heading back home without him. So, Mouse's career as a cart horse was short-lived.

This is when Mouse came into the lives of Robert Mayer Riding Academy (ROMRA) in Pittsburgh, PA.  Mouse's spirit continued to be one of her best qualities and everyone at ROMRA has stories about her spirit. When Mouse was in her early training, the students would take her out in the winter when there was snow in the outdoor arena. They would ride her bareback until Mouse would decide their turn was over and buck them off into the fallen snow. The next person would take their turn until, again, Mouse would buck them off. This would continue until Mouse would wear out the students or they would be too cold and wet to continue.

Mouse's spirit, size and conformation made her the perfect school and vaulting horse. Mouse was a wonderful Dressage school horse and became the favorite of everyone that had the opportunity to ride her. She still holds the record for dragging the most students, interns, and trainers back to the barn, getting loose from the lunge line, and evading the hoof pick with the famous Mousie Shuffle.

In her later years, Mouse was no longer able to be a school horse, but no one wanted Mouse to be sold and leave the academy. This is where I came in. I, like all the other students that rode Mouse, loved her. I was given the opportunity to own Mouse. Although she was an older horse, her spirit was still as strong as ever. Because of the way she was built, she was known as the moving couch. You barely moved in the saddle when she trotted and she responded to a very light seat or leg aid. But, don't ever let down your guard, because Mouse would look for her opportunity to test your skills by practicing her bucking skills. Mouse managed to throw me off many times, but always stood by waiting until I would get back on her.

Mouse loved the attention and grooming I gave her and would always look up from her stall when she heard me in the barn. I will always remember her long mane and tail blowing in the wind as she would trot and canter around the arena, stand for as long as you would groom her, and look at you with those big brown eyes wondering where her apple or carrot was.

I know Mouse is running in the pasture in the sky, her mane and tail blowing, waiting for a brave angel to try to stay on her as they ride her in the clouds. Mouse, you will always be loved and missed by many people, but mostly by me. Thank you for the few years I had with you and for allowing me to climb on your back and ride you. Thank you for giving me the love you did and allowing me to love you. Run free, Lady Mouse.

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