Wickedchicken6, so glad you got your girl back. My Billie was sired by a leopard App. She was, looking at her from a distance, coal black but when you got up close you could see that she was peppered with white hairs. Somebody told me to shave a patch on her butt and I did. Sure enough, you could see mottling on her skin. I was glad that I could find her a good home. She went to a family with a young boy, 9 years old who was dying for want of a horse of his own. I heard when they unloaded her, he slapped a bridle on her, climbed on bare back and they went galloping off together. He was over joyed. The last I heard they had bred her to an Appaloosa stud and invited me to come see her when ever I wanted. I couldn't bear it. I made myself forget their names and to this day pray that she had a good, happy life. My husband recently asked me if I would like to have another horse. I told him no, I had a great horse that could never be matched and my back was too bad to do the work that a horse needs. Then I laughed and told him, besides, IF I could do the work, I'd get a mule......always wanted a mule, LOL. I can remember my dad telling me stories about the 'Jugheads' that he had to take care of when he was in the army prior to WW II. Always thought they were interesting animals.
I can't believe how some people can live with themselves. Seriously. I'm reminded of the story a city boy told about driving through a small town and stopping at a diner for breakfast. Sitting at the counter he heard two men reading newspapers and talking. 1st man said. "I read here that Joe Bob got himself shot last night. 2nd man said, 'Yep. Got caught with Big Jim's wife.' 1st man 'Did he die?' 2nd man 'Yep..' 1st man 'Well, that boy needed killin' anyway.'
Sometimes I truly believe that Karma just catches up with some folks.