“A cute little red roan mare with a big blaze face caught my eye. I could tell she was dominant, even though she was the smallest in the pen; the other mares were very respectful of her space. Something told me she was the one. She stayed at the back of her pen, but no matter where I was in the building, I always felt her looking at me. I don’t know if it was her small size or the fact that she wouldn’t interact with any other human, but no one else bid on her that day. I ended up taking my little roan mare home and named her Ladybug.”