Smokey

After Katie came Smokey. He was the neighborhood horse. He was born across the road (same place that black came from) and had been passed from neighbor to neighbor, never leaving the block. When our neighbors decided to move they decided to make sure Smokey stayed on the block and offered him to us.



Of course I was ecstatic to have another horse, let alone a black horse. What girl doesn’t dream of a black horse? What we soon came to find out was that Smokey was a 30 yr. old Chickasaw horse. In case you are wondering the breed no longer exist. I also learned that my bus driver had ridden him when she was younger and he pulled the same stunts on her then that he pulled on us 20 something years later.

I’m attaching the only information about the breed that I was able to find when I was searching.

Letter From the American Indian Horse Association

Letter From Horse & Rider

Horses & Ponies Book Page 1 (Photo Page)

Horses & Ponies Book Page 2

Horses & Ponies Book Page 3 (Photo Page)

For a comparison to the above photo



Horses & Ponies Book Page 4

Horses & Ponies Book Page 5

Horses & Ponies Book Page 6

Smokey's Registration Papers (front)

Smokey's Registration Papers (back)

Katie and Smokey enjoyed each other very much.




Smokey was the first (and thankfully only so far) horse that I have had until death. At the ripe old age of 34 the cold winter temperatures just became too much for him to take.