Foreward Pass Equestrian

05/28/2026

to Petey's 6th birthday, which was on May 2.This boy is a poignant mirror who challenges us to think outside the box, and to s-l-o-w down. He is such a clever, curious and talented young horse who we very much look forward to continuing this journey with. 💫

05/22/2026

A big congrats to on the purchase of Captain Cody Z, a 2021 gelding we are very proud of 🤩. We are excited to see Cody develop, and get out there and do all the things!

05/21/2026

Happy birthday number 8 to Norman, our sweet and sensitive boy who holds such a warm aura ✨️. His hops are pretty impressive too 😉.

Catch all the sunshine naps today, buddy 😘.


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05/14/2026

Happy 10th birthday, Carter! Throwing it back to when we first met - it was always love at first sight. 💗💫


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05/12/2026

Happy 19th (😱) birthday to our absolute number one 🦄🎂🥕!

Monty is Carol-Ann's first homebred, and when you start with an idea, (and a hope and a prayer 😂🤞🏻), and turn that idea into something so special, it really makes your partnership that much more meaningful. Being there every step of the way, and developing this unicorn, has been something so special to be a part of. 💗


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03/30/2026

Blue.

You. Were. Magic. 💙

An unexpected gift that crept up on me sixteen years ago in the most unexpected way.

You were “just” supposed to be my pony horse while I chased a dream at the racetrack with close friends. One wise friend told me, “You’ll become closer to your pony horse than any of your other horses.”

I brushed this off. Youthful ignorance shone bright.

Blue, we spent hours together every day, in all types of weather—getting beat up by frisky racehorses, working under the lights on race nights, keeping everyone safe, and sleeping in your stall together between races. You worked so hard for me. You never sold out. Not once.

You were so solid, so safe, so extra special that I thought someone else should enjoy you—mountain riding, pleasure riding—while I stayed hyper-focused on competing and training young horses. I sold you after I moved on from the track.

Twice.

And twice, you found your way back to me.
Call it serendipity. Call it fate. I vowed never to let you go again. You proved to me your most important role was yet to come. And you were exactly where you needed to be.

When my mom—your grandma—got sick, who else could take her on her last rides? It had to be you.
When she was in hospice and too weak to ride, who trailered into the city for a visit so she could still get her equine fix? You. When she passed, who carried her remains to her final resting place? You.

Of course, you had already lived an incredible life before me—police riot control horse, experineced ranch horse, among so many other things. What couldn’t you do?

I’ve learned the answer: outwit time.

You weren’t impervious to it. I thought if anyone might be, it would be you.

I used to joke that you came to me sixty years too early—that you were the horse I wanted to swing a leg over when I was ninety. Now I know: you were right on time.

Blue, I love you with all that I am. You’ll always be on a pedestal, because that’s where you belong. Your quiet stoicism—your most defining trait—hid a depth few were allowed to see. You let me see it though. I’m honored to have been chosen - the most sacred gift was to know you fully.

I’ll miss your gregarious whinny whenever you saw me.

The way you walked to the gate to meet me.

The hugs and the secrets we shared.

You became my best friend when I thought I didn’t have room for another. I tried to keep you separate, compartmentalized from the rest of my horse world—how silly, when you were the glue that kept everything together, no matter what was needed.

I wonder if I’ll ever have another horse I can take out ba****ck with my coffee, just to stall starting the day. If I do, I’ll surely be reminded of you, and that the most impactful partnerships are so often the unexpected ones.

I love you, Pony. I wish you didn’t have to go.

03/26/2026

to Carol-Ann schooling a big, goofy Thoroughbred named Zen, who after six years, still holds the record for being our most popular sales horse... even though he's being a bit of a dork in the picture 😁.

After a much needed quiet winter decompressing, resetting and reconnecting with our own horses, we are ready to welcome a couple of sales or training horses.

( Preference will be given to all the "Zen's" out there 😜. The world really does need more like him, so a special cheers to those who so thoughtfully raised, and brought him along 💫... the real MVPs. )

😉 Of course all types are welcome to join our small, boutique program located just outside of the Edmonton city limits. And as always, we also have several young prospects available.

01/31/2026

Thanks, Hayden! ✨️

Ugh, quiet periods are hard. They mess with your head way more than busy ones. Being patient isn’t about “just wait nicely” — it’s about not letting the silence convince you that you’re stuck or failing.

Here are some ways to deal (not the fluffy stuff, the actually-helps stuff):

1. Reframe what the quiet means
Quiet ≠ nothing happening. It often means:

you’re between cycles, not at the end

things are incubating behind the scenes

your nervous system finally has space to recover

If you treat it like a pause instead of a problem, it stops feeling so threatening.

2. Shrink the time horizon
Patience feels impossible when you’re thinking weeks or months ahead.
Instead, ask:

“What do I need to do today?”

or even “What gets me through the next hour?”

Tiny goals keep you grounded and stop the spiral.

3. Give the quiet a job
Silence feels awful when it’s aimless. Assign it a purpose:

skill-building

organizing loose ends

reflecting (journaling, notes, thinking walks)

resting on purpose (this one counts even if your brain says it doesn’t)

When quiet has a role, it feels less like waiting and more like preparing.

4. Watch for the mental lies
Quiet periods love to whisper:

“You’re falling behind”

“Everyone else is moving except you”

“If it hasn’t happened yet, it won’t”

None of those are facts. They’re anxiety filling the space. Label them as noise, not truth.

5. Build a “low-stakes routine”
Not a grind. Just anchors:

wake / sleep roughly consistent

one body thing (walk, stretch, shower reset)

one mind thing (reading, learning, creating)

one comfort thing (music, show, cooking, game)

Structure makes patience survivable.

6. Let impatience exist without obeying it
You don’t have to like being patient.
You just have to not let impatience push you into bad decisions, doom scrolling, or self-sabotage.

You can literally say:
“Yeah, I’m restless. That makes sense. I’m still staying put.”

That’s strength, not passivity.

11/27/2025

to Norman at school with while Carol-Ann recovered from knee surgery in 2021. We are grateful to have friends who start horses with such thoughtful consideration and intention, all while putting the horses' needs first.

11/26/2025

These beauties are all looking for their new homes... plus a few others not pictured! Aged 2 - 5, all registered Zangersheide, and all with very friendly and straightforward temperaments. Every one would make a professional H/J or eventer happy, and all would be just as happy dabbling in various adventures with an amateur 😀. Lovely horses at attractive prices, (especially for our American 🇺🇸 friends!).

The farm is a completely closed herd, and we are happy to keep your new friend boarded while biosecurity measures are in place all throughout North America.

The farm is located 30 minutes West of Ponoka in Central Alberta, Canada 🇨🇦.