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Jun 30 2016

Lessons From Candy

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I had never heard the name Sara Ashley Hobbs before. Not before Candy, that is. Candy is a 13.2 hand Quarter pony, short in stature, but stocky and stoic. She tolerates anybody and anything, coming as close to “dead broke” as they come. She has a soft eye, a shiny bay coat, and a quiet, calm demeanor. She is truly the Mary Poppins of ponies.

Candy came to Lightfoot Horse Farm on May 1st. Her owner, after hearing of how we had tragically lost two of our main schooling horses nine months apart from each other, loaned Candy to the farm for the youngest, most beginner riders to love on and learn from. She was well cared for here, and it took no time at all before we all fell in love with her. After going through a string of horses that didn’t work out for our schooling program, we finally found one we wanted to stay. We were confident Candy would be with us for a long while at Lightfoot Horse Farm, to live out her retirement years being doted on by a multitude of little girls and boys.

What happens next is something out of a novel, or a daytime drama. Candy went missing. She literally just up and disappeared. One minute she was in my horse paddock, eating and drinking with the other horses. The next she was gone. At first, I thought it was a joke.

She must be behind the shed in the back stall.

Maybe behind a tree?

Next to the water trough?

She’s hiding. This is a joke. This is so silly, it can’t be. She has to be here.

Look again.

My heart was pounding, my senses on high alert. My breathing started to pick up, and my eyes darted back and forth, scanning the entire area, as my son, Jakob, continued to walk the same circles around the horse paddock, holding Candy’s fly mask.

Okay, she got out.

But the gate was latched.

“Jakob, maybe she got out. Maybe she’s somewhere on the field. You and Declan should walk the entire fence line along the property.”

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Seven. Seven. Seven. My god, where is she??? One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. God, there’s only seven! Where is she???

Crazy thoughts raced through my head. Was she injured? Did she colic? Am I going to find her down somewhere?

The boys reported back to me that they couldn’t find her. I asked them to walk the perimeter again. They did. No Candy.

“Walk it again! Look again! She has to be here.”

“Mom, we just did! We walked it twice. She’s not here!”

I screamed at my boys, “Walk it again! Look again!”

Jakob’s eyes got wide, and he snapped me back into reality with his own raised tone, “Mom! We can walk it a million times, but she’s not here. Candy is not here.”

What do I do? Do I call 9-1-1? No, that’s silly. This isn’t an emergency.

I shook my head. No, no, it is an emergency. Just not a life or death emergency.

I grabbed my phone and frantically dialed a phone number. I had to call Candy’s owner. No answer. I called her work, her cell, her work again. Then I called Candy’s breeder. Then I called the sheriff.

… and that’s when I learned who Sara Ashley Hobbs was.

It wasn’t long before we realized Candy had been stolen. Her owner had received a text message from Sara, admitting that she was the one who arranged for the horse to be taken.

This is when I learned Candy had been Sara’s childhood pony, from 1997 to 2006. In 2006, Sara gave Candy back to her original owner when she moved to Massachusetts after her parents’ divorce. Sara had seen photos of Candy on the Lightfoot Horse Farm Facebook page, and decided, after ten years, she wanted her childhood pony back for her own two children. When she asked Candy’s owner for her back, the owner declined, stating that she didn’t believe it was humane to ship a 27-year-old pony across the country in the middle of the summer, to a climate she had never lived in before.

So, Sara Ashley Hobbs took matters into her own hands. She arranged for someone to pick up the pony from my place and house her until she could have Candy transported to Whately, Massachusetts. She had somehow come to the conclusion that Candy belonged to her, even though she hadn’t cared for the pony in ten years. In Sara’s mind, she was simply taking back what she believed to be rightfully hers. The only problem is that she reclaimed “her” horse illegally. She never contacted me. Not a letter, not a phone call. She had a stranger come on to my property, enter my horse paddock where my other horses were housed, and walk off with a pony, all without my knowledge. She completely violated my privacy, and the privacy and security of my family and my animals. What if the wrong horse had been taken? What if the gate had been left unlatched and my horses had gotten out?

In light of this realization, the next several hours after Candy went missing were a whirlwind of reports, phone calls, and research. Our dining room table looked like something that belonged in a conference room, and I felt like I had suddenly been thrown into an episode of CSI.

A report with Stolen Horse International was filed, all local animal controls contacted, photos of Candy sent to all the veterinarians in the area, and shipping companies notified.

We located Candy late in the afternoon the next day, after a terrible sleepless night. I located her, using just a little savvy common sense and detective work. She was a little over an hour away, sharing a paddock with another horse on Humphrey Road in Yuba City. Apparently, a friend of Sara Hobbs’ family was housing the pony.

I notified the sheriff and animal control in that area immediately when I had confirmation of where Candy was. However, when they went to the house, they were presented with registration papers on Candy, and the last recorded owner on those papers was Sara Long (Sara Hobbs’ maiden name), and the last transfer of ownership was in 1997. Candy’s current owner had not completed the paperwork for a transfer of ownership in 2006, the year she re-acquired Candy.

I realized then that I was simply an innocent third party caught in the middle of a civil dispute over who was the legal owner of this pony. I knew I would never see Candy again, and I would have to tell the students what happened to their beloved pony, the one they thought was here to stay. I felt angry, sad, confused, and violated. Completely violated. The way in which Sara reclaimed Candy was not only illegal, it was morally wrong. But I had no proof of trespassing. No eyewitnesses, nothing caught on a security camera, no evidence of forced entry because I didn’t have locked gates. The only thing I knew was that I had a pony in my custody, who I was loving and caring for at my own expense, who was here one minute and gone the next. And no one got to say good-bye.

No one.

Not the twelve-year-old girl who braided Candy’s mane the day she arrived. Not the eleven-year-old who was scared to ride the big horses because being so far off the ground trigged her anxiety. Not the seven-year-old who could groom Candy by herself because Candy was just the right size for her. Not the slender, quiet five-year-old who thought she was going to be able to ride Candy in a lead line class at her first horse show. Not the eight-year-old boy who cried when he found out Candy wasn’t coming back, for Candy had been his first and favorite horse experience. Not the six-year-old girl whose hair is just now growing back, for she’s finally entered remission for leukemia.

No one.

Not even my own son, who refused to ride for an entire year after our beloved Appaloosa, Forest, left us after we tried for eight months to save him. Forest was the only horse Declan trusted, and no matter how hard I begged, bribed, and pleaded, I couldn’t get him to ride after Forest died. One week ago, Declan climbed on Candy’s back.

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Until this actually happened to me, I thought stealing horses was a thing of the past — something that only happened in those Western movies, set in the 1800s. But I’ve come to learn that I am not the only one in this modern day who has had a horse illegally removed from her property. Horse theft is considered a felony in the state of California (and I’ve actually heard rumors that it’s punishable by hanging), but proving you have had a horse stolen is an entirely different thing. Although I knew someone had trespassed on to my property, I could not prove it. The law wants concrete evidence — in the form of an eyewitness, security surveillance catching the trespasser, or proof of forced entry. On top of that, when the stolen item (in this case, a living horse, not a material object) is found, the law wants you to prove it’s yours. So, how can you protect yourself???

  1. If your horse is registered, make sure he’s registered in your name. Many horse owners drop the ball here. They simply forget to the send in the paperwork, or maybe it was a previous owner who didn’t send in the registration, so the horse’s name isn’t in the seller’s name, making it impossible for the seller to sign the transfer of ownership over to the buyer. In this case, contact the breed registry. They will tell you what paperwork you need to send in to register the horse in your name.

 

  1. Always, always write up a bill of sale. If the horse is a gift, pay $1 for the horse and write up that bill of sale.

 

  1. If you are leasing a horse, make sure you have a lease agreement in writing, signed by both parties.

 

  1. Protect your property and your horses by having your property’s perimeter fenced off and installing a locked gate. It’s true that if someone really wants to get in, they will find a way in, but a locked gate will at least stall someone, and if they do get in, it will be by force, giving your case more credibility when reporting to the police.

 

  1. Hang “Private Property” and “No Trespassing” signs.

 

  1. Consider installing surveillance cameras, especially on large scale horse facilities where multiple people will have access to many different horses.

 

  1. Check on your horses daily; always do a head count. The sooner you notice a horse injured, sick, or missing, the better.

 

I have learned a startling and valuable lesson. The day I added the lock to our gate and hung “No Trespassing Signs,” I was filled with a disappointing sadness. It’s too bad agreements can’t be made on a handshake anymore. And it’s sad we have to lock down our properties in order to protect ourselves. But, unfortunately, you just never know. If you had told me the day I brought Candy home that a woman 3,000 miles away who owned Candy ten years ago was going to come out of the woodwork and make claim to her, I would have laughed out loud. But it happened. I hope my story is eye opening and helps other horse owners to become more diligent about protecting not only themselves, but their beloved equines.

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6 responses so far

6 Responses to “Lessons From Candy”

  1. Michele Jay-Russellon 03 Jul 2016 at 7:06 pm

    Good list of lessons in the face of a terrible situation. When I bought my grade Arab gelding in Colorado, thought the brand inspection was a bit onerous since I already had an informal bill of sale and was taking him to California. But turned out his original sale from Pennsylvania to the family that moved to CO was not documented. I’m glad we tracked it down before I officially moved him. You might add check laws on brand inspection (do not require a literal brand).

    https://www.colorado.gov/pacific/agbrands/frequently-asked-questions-13

  2. Mary Prelleon 03 Jul 2016 at 8:19 pm

    This story is not s new one. I had two horses taken and hidden because I was behind on rent for stall. Granted my fault but I never saw them again. My heart breaks with yours at the loss of this grand ole pony! People are selfish and can truly be horrible when it comes to animals. I remember the joys of going to my lessons and learning all I did anot horses! The school horses were our friends and helped us grow up and become responsible animal care givers. My hope is that this woman truly remembers how to love the animal and that Candy will be treated with all the love and respect she deserves. Unfortunately some one who is obviously dishonest and heartless as well as selfish will probably not be her best friend. Prayers that you all gain healing and find a new special pony to love. Thanks for sharing! Love from Paradise Ca♥️

  3. Cindy Pichaon 04 Jul 2016 at 4:05 pm

    I eel or you . I have not personally had this happen but I have a racehorse here who was given to me when the owner was behind in rent and led. The gelding was left to starve. In act he ate nothing or 30 days and was then given to me by the landlord. No papers were done. Guess I should have her draw them up bc I hear he is back in town looking or his horse . Can you ask that she pay feed bill and board bill for the last 10 years ? will this be going to a civil court . Obviously she figured out where you lived , paid for the shipper (who also sounds shady for not telling you he was there ), and knew she has not signed of on the original papers when the other lady took over ownership . I hear that papers often don’t go with a horse . That is illegal in itself I believe but never knew it could have such repercussion 10 years later .
    I have a second horse who must be registered bc he went through a famous sale here but I don’t have papers on him. Sure would hate to lose him the same way . I have tried to create the chain backwards but am missing a link at one owner who has had so many horses they don’t remember him 🙁

  4. Elleon 07 Jul 2016 at 4:21 pm

    I knew Candy, this is tragic.

  5. Kristi Herbigon 11 Jul 2016 at 2:35 pm

    I had a qtr horse mare stolen from by vet who I thought was a friend, in Texas I still have her papers etc, and the mare is tattooed. but I can’t find her. Texas won’t do anything about it. Neither will AZ where the mare was taken from and transported to Texas.. I feel for this lady..

  6. Ann Dennison 12 Jul 2016 at 7:01 pm

    I don’t know about horses but I’ve had friends in disputes over dogs and at least in the state of Wisconsin if you can show vet bills for the animal that is considered proof of ownership (especially if it is over a long period of more than a year). In that case the former owner has no rights.

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