French Fry was born February 28th, 201 and he was born to be a racehorse.
He had one start at Santa Anita Park on October 5th 2017 and finished 10th (last). The notes on his race stat sheet from that day said "FRENCH TRICK fractious in the gate, hesitated to be away behind the field, saved ground and was always outrun"
He tried but was always outrun. He fell behind the pack just like so many of us who deal with incapacitating anxiety or depression. We try to push through and catch up it's just harder for us.
He loves to run but racing just wasn't for him. Now he lives in a quaint little barn with a handful of horses he's growing fonder of every day. He gets daily visits from me and weekly visits with the kids and people that want to meet & spend time with him.
To try to explain how this big guy has impacted my day to day life would be impossible. He's gentle, he's smart, he's sensitive, and if he had the choice between a pasture full of grass or some love from his favorite person - he'd choose the latter.
I'm so grateful he's my first horse. I don't think there could ever be a better horse for me.