Tiger Eye Performance Horses

10/17/2026

Love love love our Peters ladies ❤️

09/29/2026

To the husbands of women who want to get back into horses:

Gentlemen, I need you to stop looking at the monthly horse expense and start looking at the alternative cost structure.

Your wife is telling you she misses horses. She wants to ride again. And I understand that, at first glance, this may sound expensive.

But I need you to appreciate what she is not asking for.

She is not asking you to buy a farm.

She is not asking for 15 acres, a barn, an indoor arena, an outdoor arena, fencing, a tractor, a manure spreader, a truck, a trailer, $14,000 worth of footing and a mysterious monthly expense at Tractor Supply that neither of you can adequately explain.

She is not asking you to spend your weekends fixing fence, dragging an arena, unloading hay, thawing water buckets or holding a flashlight while she says, “No, point it OVER HERE.”

She is asking to drive somewhere else where some other dingo has already financially strapped themselves providing all of those amenities for her (Hi, 🙋🏼‍♀️).

This is an extraordinary deal for you.

For a comparatively predictable monthly expense, your wife gets exercise, fresh air, friends, goals, serotonin and several hours a week during which she is completely occupied by something that has absolutely nothing to do with you.

And gentlemen, we haven’t even discussed the strategic implications.

Want to golf for six hours?
“Have fun, babe. I have a lesson.”

Want to stay out late with the boys?
Schedule it on barn night. She will barely notice you’ve left.

Want to watch football uninterrupted?
She has been at the barn since 8:00 a.m. and has somehow not ridden yet.

Want to buy something unnecessarily expensive for one of your hobbies?
Fantastic. There is now an established household precedent for discretionary spending on emotionally important recreational equipment.

This is not an expense.

This is diversification.

Because there are considerably more expensive versions of a woman having an existential crisis and deciding she needs to “find herself.”

She could want girls’ weekends in Nashville.
She could develop a taste for designer handbags.
She could decide the two of you need to start traveling internationally.

She could look out the kitchen window one morning and say the most financially devastating sentence ever spoken:

“You know… we have enough property to keep horses here.”

And now, my friend, you are absolutely cooked. 🥓

Because you’ve gone from paying a monthly riding bill to personally becoming the unpaid Director of Facilities for an agricultural operation you never applied to work for.

So when your wife says:
“I think I’d really like to start riding again.”

There is only one financially responsible response:

“Absolutely. Do you want me to drive you to the barn?”

Because the cheapest horse your wife will ever own is the one that lives at somebody else’s house.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

09/12/2026

09/08/2026

Sunday we rode at our final Catch Ride Tournament of the season.

10 riders answered the call and each and every one of ‘em did us proud! Remi, Linda and Jill participated as mounts for riders throughout the day— and each piloted riders of varying experience levels and backgrounds to wins.

Don’t miss out on the fun! Message us today to learn more about joining us next season. 🐴🏆

09/04/2026

Meet the Dirty Hands of Tiger Eye 🐯

Howdy! I’m Laurie. 🐴

Considering I spend an awful lot of time introducing you to the horses, kids and families around here, I suppose I should probably introduce myself.

I’m the owner, trainer, instructor, hay thrower, fence fixer, trailer driver and generally the dirty hands behind Tiger Eye Performance Horses.

I’m also a first-generation horsewoman.

I grew up a local barn rat in Lorain County. I took my horse obsession to the University of Findlay, competed through IHSA, worked as a groom, an assistant trainer and every odd job in between, studied the business and training side of the industry, and in 2014, while still in Findlay, officially put a name on the thing I was building: Tiger Eye Performance Horses.

Since then, I’ve had the privilege of developing and showing Morgan horses across western, hunter, english pleasure, park and ranch divisions—from local shows all the way to the Morgan Grand National & World Championship Horse Show in Oklahoma City. There have been some really special horses, some really special ribbons, and a whole lot of miles between here and there.

But somewhere along the way, I realized I wasn’t nearly as interested in building a bigger barn as I was in building a longer table.

Because the modern horseman is often living a double life.

They’re nurses and teachers and salespeople and business owners. They’re parents juggling soccer practice and homework and dinner on the way to the barn. They’re kids growing up in families who are rearranging schedules and budgets to give them this opportunity. They’re adults answering emails from the mounting block and changing out of work clothes in the barn bathroom because if they went home first, they’d never make it back.

And damn, do I respect that hustle.

Because horses require an extraordinary amount from us. Time. Money. Early mornings. Late nights. Missed dinners. Rearranged vacations. Muddy boots in the car and hay absolutely everywhere.

But for those of us who love them, we keep finding a way to weave horses into the margins of very full lives.

I want Tiger Eye to make those margins a little wider.

I want this to be a place where you don’t have to know everything before you walk through the door. Where kids learn to be horsemen, not just riders. Where parents who never grew up around horses have people they trust helping their child navigate this world. Where adults with careers and families can still chase the part of themselves that comes alive in a saddle.

Where somebody notices when your horse isn’t quite right. Where somebody helps when life gets sideways. Where your kid has a whole barn full of people quietly rooting for them.

A village around the rider.
A village around the family.
And most importantly, a village around the horse.

There’s room at this table for the kid whose family has been showing horses for generations and the kid whose parents still don’t know the difference between a halter and a bridle. There’s room for the serious competitor, the once-a-week lesson rider, the adult rediscovering horses after twenty years away, and the little kid who just thinks mucking a stall is the greatest privilege on earth.

Because I don’t think the future of horses is built by making the table harder to get to.

I think we build it by making the table longer.

More good horsemen. More educated owners. More families who understand and love these animals. More kids who learn responsibility, grit and empathy with a lead rope in their hands.

More people who get to figure out why, despite everything horses ask of us, we keep choosing them anyway.

That’s the Tiger Eye I’m still building.

And twelve years later, I’m still pretty damn grateful I get to have dirty hands doing it. 🐯❤️

09/01/2026

This PSA is entirely random and not at all related to recent local events 👀

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If your barn has an active strangles outbreak, your horses do not belong at a horse show. Period.

No exceptions.

Strangles is an extremely contagious bacterial disease. It spreads horse-to-horse, but also through buckets, water, tack, trailers, grooming supplies, clothing, hands and basically anything contaminated with infected nasal discharge or pus. The incubation period is typically 3–14 days, and fever often comes before the trademark snot, swollen lymph nodes and abscesses…

And here’s the part where we use modern science instead of “but my horse looked fine”: horses can be incubating strangles before they show the obvious signs. The bacteria can live in wetness for up to four weeks.

Which means if there is a confirmed case in your barn, loading up a horse that “seems healthy” and taking it to a show—especially a COUNTY FAIR, where horses, kids, buckets, wash racks, equipment and humans are coming from dozens of different barns—is an absolutely spectacular way to turn one barn’s problem into an entire community’s problem.

Most horses survive uncomplicated strangles…. however, 20% of horses experience complications…and in mass outbreaks (like this situation could cause) fatality rates are often as high as 10%.

Horses can spike 102–106°F fevers (which that alone has an intense slew of potentially fatal consequences), stop eating, develop massive abscesses around the throat and struggle to swallow or breathe. Complications can include pneumonia, purpura hemorrhagica, guttural-pouch infection and chronic carrier states, and “bastard strangles,” where abscesses spread internally to places like the lungs, liver, spleen, kidneys, abdomen and even brain. And again— some of those complications can absolutely be fatal.

We understand incubation periods.
We have PCR testing.
We understand fomites and carrier states.
We have veterinarians and published disease-control protocols.

Let’s f’n use them.

Because missing a horse show is inconvenient.

Watching horses throughout your community get sick because someone decided their horse “looked fine” is unacceptable.

08/26/2026

Nothing makes us happier than seeing our horses happy ❤️