I’ve been around the block and I’ve got the ‘tude’ to match it. I’m a bit of a tough guy so I put my foot down when my previous owner tried to ship me to Germany. No way I was getting on that plane. The cold winters of Northern Europe do not suit my royal Lusitano blood. I was rescued as a yearling from the kill pen, skinny, and mistaken for an Arabian; I was quickly adopted but didn’t learn much at my new home. After the plane incident, I was returned to the rescue and that’s where Cara found me. I put on the charm for her and she fell in love with my eye lashes, and eventually me. Now… I’m enjoying the good life and just getting to know Cara. I’ve restarted my training, Parelli style and I’m really hoping to find joy in my future career, whatever it may be.