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Current boarders-Fall is here with winter ❄️ in the near future, we have switched turnout to daytime. Horses will now be...
10/17/2026

Current boarders-

Fall is here with winter ❄️ in the near future, we have switched turnout to daytime. Horses will now be out during the day and in the stall overnight.
It’s a great time of year to enjoy our trails! Days are getting shorter though, you might be racing the sun to get back to the barn before dark.

10/05/2026

cc"*At 78 years old, Harry Morgan loaded a dying 26-year-old horse into a trailer for one final journey.**
The veterinarian had already told him what he feared.
Sophie was tired.
Her legs trembled beneath her.
Her eyes had grown cloudy.
She could barely walk anymore.
And it was time to say goodbye.
But Harry Morgan—the man millions knew as Colonel Sherman Potter on *M*A*S*H*—wasn't ready.
Not because he couldn't accept what was happening.
Because there was **one promise left to keep.**
“Not yet,” Harry reportedly said.
“There’s somewhere she needs to go first.”
It was 1993.
Ten years had passed since *M*A*S*H* aired its final episode.
Harry was 78.
Sophie was 26—an extraordinary age for a horse.
For nearly two decades, she had been part of his life.
But before she became Harry Morgan's horse, millions of television viewers had known her as something else:
**Colonel Potter's beloved horse, Sophie.**
So Harry called his son.
“I need your help.”
“With what?”
“I’m taking Sophie somewhere.”
His son knew how weak she was.
“Dad… she can barely stand.”
Harry answered with two words.
**“Malibu Creek.”**
The filming location.
The place where the fictional 4077th had once stood.
The buildings were gone.
The cameras were gone.
The actors had gone home decades earlier.
But Harry remembered the hills.
The oak trees.
The paths.
And somewhere in his heart, he believed Sophie remembered them too.
“She deserves to see it one more time.”
His son asked:
“See what?”
Harry didn't hesitate.
**“Home.”**
They arranged a padded trailer for her.
Sophie was so weak that several men reportedly helped her inside.
Harry stayed close.
He stroked her mane and spoke softly.
“One last adventure, girl.”
Then they began the drive toward Malibu Creek.
When they arrived, there were no television crews waiting.
No helicopters.
No lights.
No directors shouting instructions.
Just open land.
Trees.
Hills.
And silence.
Then something happened.
Sophie stepped onto the ground.
Her head lifted.
Her ears came forward.
And for a moment, the tired old horse seemed different.
Harry watched her carefully.
Then Sophie started walking.
Slowly.
Painfully.
But deliberately.
Toward the land where the 4077th had once existed.
Harry followed beside her.
He pointed toward places that now existed mostly in memory.
“That was the corral.”
“Potter's tent was over there.”
He remembered crew members bringing her treats.
Then Harry reached into his pocket.
An apple.
Sophie took it gently from his hand.
Just as she had done countless times before.
Harry's voice reportedly began to break.
**“You weren't a prop, Sophie.”**
**“You were family.”**
Because after filming ended, Sophie hadn't simply disappeared from Harry's life.
He kept her.
She became part of his home.
Part of his routine.
Part of the quiet years after one of television's most famous shows ended.
And when Harry lost his wife, Eileen, there was Sophie.
Every morning.
Waiting.
No scripts.
No applause.
No audience.
Just companionship.
Standing there at Malibu Creek, Sophie eventually lowered her head against Harry.
Imagine the scene.
A 78-year-old actor.
An elderly horse nearing the end of her life.
Standing together on land where millions of people had once watched them through television screens.
But there were no cameras now.
This wasn't Colonel Potter saying goodbye to Sophie.
**This was Harry saying goodbye to his friend.**
They stayed there for hours.
Harry walked with her slowly.
He talked.
Remembered.
Pointed toward places only the two of them could truly understand.
Eventually, it was time to leave.
But Sophie reportedly stopped.
She planted her feet.
She didn't want to move.
Harry looked at her and smiled.
“I know.”
“I don't want to leave either.”
Then he told her something every pet owner has probably said when they weren't ready for goodbye.
**“We'll come back.”**
But sometimes we make promises because love needs them in that moment.
Not because we believe we can keep them.
About a week later, Sophie could no longer stand.
Harry sat beside her.
Her head rested near him.
The veterinarian prepared the final injection.
And Harry whispered his goodbye.
“Thank you for Malibu Creek.”
“Thank you for the 4077th.”
Then came the words that mattered most.
**“Thank you for being my horse.”**
Sophie was gone.
Harry reportedly buried her on his property beneath an oak tree.
But the story didn't end with the horse.
Harry Morgan lived for another 18 years.
He died in 2011 at the age of 96.
And according to the story passed down about Harry and Sophie, he had one final request:
When his own time came…
**he wanted part of himself returned to the friend who had waited for him through all those quiet mornings.**
Maybe that's why stories like this stay with us.
Because eventually the television sets disappear.
The awards gather dust.
The applause stops.
The famous characters become old reruns.
But somewhere beneath all of that fame is something much simpler.
A man.
A horse.
And eighteen years of mornings together.
And if there is somewhere beyond this life where the people and animals we loved find each other again…
maybe there's a field.
Maybe Sophie isn't old anymore.
Maybe her legs don't hurt.
Maybe Harry walks toward her like he did every morning.
And maybe she lifts her head when she hears the familiar voice:
**“Morning, Sophie.”**
Then the old Colonel climbs into the saddle.
And together…
**they ride again.**
Share this for anyone who has ever loved an animal enough to know that they are never “just a pet.” They become part of the family—and part of us "

09/26/2026

A butcher bought her from a Spanish army officer, never realizing what he actually had. When a Danish major purchased her a short time later and bred her, the foal that resulted would spend the next two centuries proving that entire horse breed could be built from a single spotted mare.

Her name was Flæbehoppen, meaning "Flæbe's mare," and according to the accepted history, she was a chestnut mare marked with striking leopard-complex spotting, reportedly left behind by Spanish troops during the Napoleonic Wars around 1808 and sold to a butcher before eventually being purchased by Major Villars Lunn, owner of the Knabstrup estate in Holbæk, northern Zealand, Denmark. Lunn tested her working capability for a month before breeding her to a Frederiksborg stallion, Denmark's established royal breed at the time. The resulting foal, foaled around 1813 and known as Flæbehingsten, inherited that same dramatic spotting, and from that single pairing, an entirely new, distinctly Danish breed began to take shape.

What made the Knabstrupper immediately desirable wasn't just the spots, it was the combination of flashy, unmistakable coloring with genuine working ability and a notably willing, people-oriented temperament, traits that made these horses stand out fast in a country that already prized fine carriage and saddle horses. Through the 1820s and 1830s, Knabstruppers became fashionable, sought-after carriage horses across Denmark and beyond, their bold coats turning heads in a way solid-colored horses simply couldn't match.

But that early success came with a hidden cost. Because the entire breed descended from such a narrow founding bloodline, breeders leaned heavily on close breeding to preserve the spotting pattern, and by the 1870s, that strategy had caught up with them. Inbreeding problems became severe enough that the breed's health and vitality began visibly declining, and a devastating stable fire at the estate in 1891 killed a significant portion of the best remaining bloodstock, pushing an already struggling breed even closer to disappearing entirely.

The Knabstrupper spent much of the following century in decline, kept alive only through the persistence of a small number of dedicated Danish families unwilling to let it vanish. Real recovery didn't begin until 1971, when breeder Frede Nielsen imported three Appaloosa stallions from the United States specifically to introduce fresh bloodlines, a solution that made genetic sense since both breeds share old Spanish spotted ancestry despite developing worlds apart. That same year, the Knabstrupper association was formally established in Denmark to organize and protect the breed going forward.

Here's the detail that surprises people: the Knabstrupper's revival didn't just preserve one type of horse, it split into two. Breeders eventually developed a lighter, more athletic sport-horse type suited to modern dressage and show jumping, alongside a separate baroque type reflecting older, more Iberian-influenced conformation for classical riding and driving, meaning the same spotted bloodline now produces two visibly different kinds of horse depending on breeding direction.

Today, the Knabstrupper is bred across Denmark, Germany, the United States, and beyond, valued equally for competitive sport work and for circus and exhibition performance, a role its striking coat and cooperative nature have suited it for since the 1800s. A single spotted mare purchased almost by accident became the foundation of a breed that nearly disappeared twice, and still, over two centuries later, remains impossible to miss in a crowd.

09/18/2026

Nearly every Clydesdale alive today, anywhere in the world, traces its bloodline back to a single filly born in 1806 on a Scottish farm — a horse whose own name history barely bothered to record, but whose descendants would one day become one of the most recognizable images in advertising history.

The Clydesdale takes its name from the valley of the River Clyde in Lanarkshire, Scotland, and its story begins in the mid-1700s, when local farmers wanted bigger, more powerful horses than the smaller native stock could provide. Around that time, the 6th Duke of Hamilton imported a dark brown Flemish stallion and kept it available to tenants free of charge, while a farmer named John Paterson of Lochlyloch separately imported his own black Flemish stallion with a white face. Both were bred to local Lanarkshire mares to add size and substance, and the Lochlyloch bloodline in particular became highly sought after.

That breeding program eventually produced the filly whose bloodline changed everything. In 1806, a two-year-old filly, later known simply as the Lampits Mare, was purchased at a sale, and modern research suggests she likely descended from that original Lochlyloch stallion. She produced a black c**t known as Glancer, or Thompson's Black Horse, and from that single lineage, practically every Clydesdale with a recorded pedigree today can trace its ancestry.

The name "Clydesdale" itself wasn't formally used until 1826, when horses were exhibited under that name at a show in Glasgow. From there, the breed spread rapidly. At its peak, Scotland had an estimated 140,000 farm horses, most of them Clydesdales, and between 1884 and 1945, more than 20,000 were exported abroad, mostly to Australia and New Zealand, with over 1,500 stallions leaving the country in 1911 alone. The Clydesdale Horse Society was formally established in 1877 to protect and standardize the breed.

Mechanization in the 20th century hit the Clydesdale as hard as it hit every draft breed, and by mid-century numbers had dropped sharply enough that the breed's survival, especially in North America, became a real concern. What kept it alive wasn't farming, it was b**r. In April 1933, to celebrate the end of Prohibition, brothers August Busch Jr. and Adolphus Busch III surprised their father with a hitch of six Clydesdales, which then pulled the first post-Prohibition case of Budweiser through the streets of St. Louis and to the White House. Anheuser-Busch began a dedicated Clydesdale breeding program in 1953, and that commitment is widely credited with helping keep the breed's numbers stable in North America through the following decades.

Here's the detail that surprises people: because of Budweiser's influence, many people assume all Clydesdales are bay with white markings, but the breed naturally comes in black, gray, chestnut, and roan as well, the bay look most of the world recognizes is really the result of one brewery's very specific and very successful breeding preference.

Today, the Clydesdale is prized for parades, ceremonial work, and carriage driving as much as any remaining farm labor, its distinctive high-stepping gait and feathered legs instantly recognizable around the world. A breed nearly defined out of existence by tractors was saved, in the end, by a b**r company and a single 1806 filly whose bloodline simply refused to die out.

Come be apart of the LG Family! Opening available! Enjoy acres of privately owned land that include maintained trails, g...
09/06/2026

Come be apart of the LG Family!

Opening available!

Enjoy acres of privately owned land that include maintained trails, going over a creek, passing through the woods among many trees that inhabit wildlife for you to enjoy. On the other side of the woods enjoy the slopping hills in open fields, ride by our little pond and maybe see the blue heron that likes to hang out there.

Enjoy our 80 x 200 dust free indoor riding ring. Just a short walk from the barn our indoor resides.

Enjoy our 100 x 200 sand riding ring that houses some beautifully colorful jumps with playful fillers. Riding at night made possible by 6 angled lights.

Full board includes a daily cleaned straw filled stall. Grain meal twice a day. Home grown grass hay offered. Daily turnout in small group s*x divided pastures. Hot/Cold wash stall. Tack stall for boxes or lockers. Climate controlled tack room for your saddle and bridle. Water closet and a large sink.

LG Equestrian Center is a family owned and run facility. Family lives right on property. LG has been in operation under the same management since it was built 20 plus years ago.

$600.00 per month. Located in northwest Cecil county, MD.
Minutes to Fairhill, MD, minutes to Newark, DE, minutes to Chester county, PA, minutes to Lancaster, PA .

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467 Rock Run Road
Port Deposit, MD
21904

Telephone

(410) 378-4339

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