Welcome and Vítejte

 

                                                                          Photo: Jana Bačíková

Coming from a non-horsey family, I was richer than the poorest and poorer than the richest in the horse world. I worked hard and was grateful for everything I got, especially to my supportive parents, but 
I went off to college without a horse of my own.






After completing my studies and moving to Europe, I found the horse of my dreams. I budgeted and saved, planning to buy her after her last foal was born. 

She died in labor of a uterine rupture, leaving a colt who could have been her clone.

I took him on as my own, naming him Audeamus (Let Us Dare in Latin). From that point on, I began studying animal behavior and training theory in earnest. 

When the colt (who we called Aston Martin) was two years old, I stumbled on a way to teach him how to show whether or not he wanted to wear a blanket. He grows more and more communicative all the time, filling my heart with delight and challenging every bit of my soul.

I hope you will enjoy getting to know my Moose-Moose. 
I am certain you will love him, 
but I can guarantee you will never love him 
as much as I do.

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