Our Story (in 1,000 words)

Square Peg Ranch was started in  2004 by my husband and myself (Chris and Joell Dunlap) with the notion in mind to change the world “one horse, one child at a time.”  We have been doing just that, every day since then.

The ranch, located along hwy 92 in Half Moon Bay within the gates of Canyon Creek Equestrian Center  hosts 16 horses, two retired foxhounds, two pygmy goats, a few cats and a gaggle of kids of varying abilities, ages, learning and financial challenges.

The hardest part of my job is turning down horses for the program.  I see way too many “please take my horse or else” emails and just want to cry because I know that we can’t save them all.  I have to look at the fact that all of our students, volunteers and their families are learning that taking on the life of a pet means making a commitment for the rest of that pet’s life.  They learn this when they help wrap the injured legs of a retired racehorse or take our elderly horses out for a quiet walk.  Each horse at Square Peg Ranch has a story to tell and a lesson or two to teach us.

Take Hank, a gorgeous 16.1hh six-year-old thoroughbred gelding;  he raced at the track as a three-year-old several times.  Each time, he would race badly and then not be able to walk for a couple of days.  His trainer x-rayed his legs, took blood samples to see if he had a metabolic problem or infection and each time, things would come back negative.  He was given to Square Pegs in May of 2008 and was doing well adjusting to being a saddle horse when he began being dull and listless and laying down all day.  We also had a blood panel run to see what was the matter and, just like at the track, we found nothing.  So we put him in a large grassy paddock with another horse his age and watched his hair grow long and shaggy; he seemed to lose weight no matter what we fed him.  Just as I was getting really worried, a volunteer mentioned what a tall horse he was.  Hank (registered racing name; My Cheatin’ Heart) was not what I would call a tall horse by our standards.  Suddenly, it all became clear – Hank’s lethargy and appetite were due to his crazy growth spurt!  We measured him and compared the measurement to what we had taken when he arrived at the ranch.  The young gelding had grown almost three inches in 90 days!

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It was clear from the start that Hank and our ranch manager, Greg Crosta had a special bond.  Greg, standing 6’2″ at age 22 knew that an adolescent growth spurt could be physically painful as well as daunting.  Greg adopted Hank in September 2008 and they both enjoy a rousing chukkar of polo on the weekends and casual gallops on the coastal trails during the week.

Most of the Square Peg horses are Thoroughbreds with a Dutch Warmblood, a Paint horse and a pony thrown in for variety.  Some have had splendid show or competition careers and some have come to the program over a bumpy path.  Each year, we find a forever home for one or two of our horses and are able to take in horses to take their place.

Compare Legacy, a giant Hannovarian gelding who was long listed in dressage for the 1986 Olympics (had he gone, he would have competed against Reiner Klimke and Ahlerich) to Stella, an older Thoroughbred mare who came to us after being found with 32 other horses starving in an orchard.  Stella and her friends were all suspected of being used in “horse tripping.”  In this “sport”  horses are run out of a chute and roped by their hind legs.  Stella’s legs healed as she gained weight, but we decided never to ride her deciding that she had paid her debt to humankind several times over.  Stella, after a year of TLC at the hands of the Square Peg volunteer community, now lives at Joe Shelton’s Thoroughbred Friends ranch in Winters, Ca. Legacy died peacefully at the age of 34.  Both made huge impressions on the kids at the ranch.  They taught lessons in generosity and forgiveness and kindness that can’t be learned in any classroom.

Square Peg Ranch is a place where kids come not only to learn how to ride at their own pace, but to learn to be a part of a community doing something important.  Most of the students volunteer, to the extent that they are able, but often their family’s do too.  From running the online auction, to the daily chores of stall mucking and cleaning, the work at the ranch is about as hands on as you can get.   But don’t take it from me.  If a picture is worth a thousand words, then a quote from the heart might be worth a few pictures.  Here it is, straight from the folks we serve.

“I feel like Square Peg has not only helped me grow as a rider, but grow as a person as well. At Square Peg, I have learned that everyone can fit, and how much it makes a difference.” Nicole, age 13

“There are lots of places where you can learn to ride a horse, but none that offer the love, support and just plain fun that this one offers. It is a magical place where kids can be kids and are celebrated for it.”  Cathy, parent

“Square Pegs has helped me become me. A haven. A place i feel i can just be myself. It means the world to me. I’m not sure words can really describe what the ranch means to me.” Farris, age 13

“For me, Square Peg is a place where the world stops and a horse listens

.”  Tomio, age 18

Of course, the ranch runs on program fees and donations.  And while feed and other costs have hit an all time high, donations are harder and harder to come across. If you can help us make a difference “one horse, one child at a time” please consider supporting our work with a donation.

photo by Merida Wilson
going to the arena, photo by merida wilson

I submitted this story to the SFGate pet blog. Let’s see if they publish it?

“When you call upon a Thoroughbred, he gives you all the speed, strength of heart and sinew in him. When you call on a jackass, he kicks.”
Patricia Neal


Ten years ago, rescued dogs were all the rage with the tawny set.  It seemed like everyone in Palo Alto and Pac Heights was toting around a mutt with a story.
“He’s most likely a pit bull/coc-a-poo cross and he was horribly abused when I got him from the local rescue.  I’m working with a full time trainer to get him over his food guarding issues.”


It’s been great business for the trainers and for the dogs themselves and people were able to feel good about their dog ownership. For awhile there, being seen at a local dog park with a pure bred dog seemed selfish and terribly unfashionable.

Now that notion seems to be trickling into the horse industry.  Having a rescued horse is trendy and cool and each horse has a story.  With the economy still in a free fall, horses are needing homes in droves.  However, in the words of my equine training mentor “All horses need owners, but not all owners need horses.”
I write this article knowing full well that those I wish would listen will most likely not and those who already know will read and understand.  My very own mother in law decided to take on a two year old rescued mustang as a mount for herself and her grandchildren.  When I explained to her that it was an inappropriate mount for the job she calmly dismissed my entreaty to let me know that she had paid for sixty days training with a very good trainer.  Needless to say, she now has a broken hip to show for the experience.

By the same token, I was out walking our latest project, a three year old colt fresh from Santa Anita racetrack when my dear friend and our resident dressage trainer looked at his lovely, lithe body prancing at the end of the lead rope, crossed her arms across her chest, scowled at her students and proclaimed “Thoroughbred” in a tone that was clearly pejorative. Then there was an instance on an endurance ride when a woman would announce to her riding buddies every time my friend and I came near her with our ex race horses she would yell “oh no, here come the THOROUGHBREDS!”  As an aside, I do believe that we crossed the finish line within two minutes of this woman and her highly bred endurance horse with our throughbreds who not only scored well in recovery rate and soundness, but each of the vets complimented on how relaxed and sweet our horses were.

It’s true that I have an ax to grind.  It’s true that I love to be right.  It’s also true that 100,000+ horses will go to slaughter this year in Canada and Mexico and many of those will be young race stock that either couldn’t compete or were injured or unfit for the breeding shed and couldn’t find a home.  After 25 years in the horse business, I’m here to tell you that an ex race horse can be one of the most versatile and honest mounts in the equine world if you understand him and his needs.
A racing thoroughbred is bred not just for speed, but also for qualities that cannot be measured with a stopwatch; he’s bred for heart and for generosity.  Without heart and generosity, he won’t strive to win, he won’t even try.  For this reason, off track racehorses have proven themselves dominant in polo and three-day eventing and excellent in dressage and in the hunter jumper ranks. They have won titles in endurance, in barrel racing and in roping events.
Once you understand what a thoroughbred has been raised and trained to do, you can better understand them and make choices about their needs and care and training.
Thoroughbred horses can trace their history back 300 years to the importing of three stallions from the deserts of Arabia.  These stallions were bred to the best English saddle mares to form the foundation of the modern Thoroughbred.  American studbooks of the Thoroughbred breed trace back to 1730 when  the stallion Bulle Rock was imported to the states.  American horse racing continued to grow and the first American Stud book was produced in 1873 by Colonel Sanders Bruce of Kentucky. The selective breeding process of breeding the sires with heart and generosity to the swiftest mares has been going strong ever since.
Thoroughbreds can be identified by their tall stature, small heads, broad chests, fine bones and relatively short backs.  Many people will tell you that due to their propensity to speed, they are flighty and nervous.  I would argue this point  to say that thorougbreds, by and large are sensitive and curious, two important traits that make them receptive to training.

At the track, a race horse is fed a diet of cooked oats and other high availabiliity energy food.  His diet is geared to giving him a burst of speed to carry him for about two minutes of racing or less.  If you don’t want him to act like a racehorse, don’t feed him like one.  Like your rescued dog, he needs exercise and companionship – if you want him to act like a neurotic mess, then lock him in a stall at a boarding stable and visit him twice per week. If you want a dressage horse that can execute moves like Baryshnikov with hooves, put him with the best, most consistent trainer you can afford.  Otherwise, don’t expect it of him.

Meet Ocean Fury, aka: “Quincy” a 3 year old colt recently injured on the track in January.  He has a sponsor who is committed to healing his injuries and paying for his retraining as a saddle horse.  He’s beautiful and sweet and has a slightly naughty sense of humor.  With any luck we will be riding him in the next three weeks or so and have him exploring the coastal trails by summer.

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Ocean Fury aka: Quincy

Regretfully, for every Quincy, there are several that end up in less than ideal circumstances.

A four year old thoroughbred right off the track knows a few things.  He has been ridden with a saddle and a snaffle bridle.  He has been around cars, trucks, bicycles and heavy equipment.  He’s had daily baths and he’s ridden in horsetrailers.  He’s had his feet picked, his legs wrapped with bandages and his coat brushed to a shine daily.  What he hasn’t experienced are things like cross-ties, mounting blocks and leg pressure for turning from a rider.  Given the proper diet and turnout and exercise and training, an off track thoroughbred can be expected to carry a rider on trails and in the arena in a reasonable amount of time.  But just like the rescued dog, any adopter needs to understand that time and patience, as well as proper diet and exercise are the keys to success with these athletes.

Here’s a quick video of Square Peg kids riding a whole pack of retired and rejected racehorses.  Not bad if I say so myself (except for the video editing, which is clearly not my forte).

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New Beginnings

After two years of looking, a wonderful long term home for Square Pegs found us.  As with many things in life, the answers turn up in unexpected places.  I struggled with the decision to leave the beautiful flowered Purisima Canyon with our lovely neighbors and the sweet little red barn that has housed so many memorable moments.   I worried that I would dearly miss the purple African Daisys and the neighbor’s manicured white fences, the redwood grove and the sound of Purisima Creek.  I looked long and hard into my heart.  I asked anyone who had a moment what they thought that Square Pegs needed most.

I put all this information together and presented it to our Board of Directors.  With the trust that the board has always afforded me, they told me that they reccomended a move, but that the ultimate decision lay with me.

I needed room to think.  I needed time and space away from the daily needs of the barn.  One of our board members offered Chris and I their place at Tahoe for a couple of days.  We packed our skis and headed up the mountain.  The house had a lovely view of Lake Tahoe and the winter snows delivered a fresh blanket of white for me to stare out at from the warmth of the home.  I thought, I wrote, I read.  In the silence of the snowstorm I listened hard to what my heart and mind were telling me; “Go, be brave, make the change, the time cannot be better.”  Then I listened harder and knew that the only way this would work is if I made the move the effort of the entire community at Square Pegs.  I knew that it would take hundreds, possibly thousands of man hours to pick up and re-establish ourselves as a stronger, closer and more effective community.

With resolve I came back to the coast and prepared the biggest, boldest move that Square Pegs has ever undertaken.  With 16 horses, 6 barn cats, the goats, an 11 ton grain silo and more tack and equipment than you could shake several sticks at, I called a staff meeting and started with a list.

The rest now is mostly history. We are getting settled into our new space.  We have stalls to build, boxes to unpack, things to organize and re-organize.  We have horses to feed, waterers to fill, holes to dig, weeds to pull.  We are exhausted and exhilarated.  The horses are happier than ever before. Just like the wildflowers that spring up on the hill behind our barn, we are stretching out in new and colorful directions with new growth and new hope with a stormy winter behind us.

We have made new friends and forged new alliances for which we are very proud.  The days are longer and the winter rains have given away to spring showers and warm sunshine.

What we have learned is that community is everything.  That Square Pegs is all about participation on whichever level works for the individual.  We couldn’t have pulled off the move without the people who came out in the rain storms and helped us trailer horses, mend fences, scrub the old clubhouse, drive the tractors, groom the horses, answer the phone, reorganize the office files, keep the bookkeeping on track, pick hooves, clean stalls, walk sick horses, deliver lunch. The legal help, the pats on the back and the encouragement.  The list is endless of what this community was able to accomplish.  The donations that were sent in saved us from financial ruin while the February rains pounded us and made lessons impossible. All of it made the difference.

In gratitude and humility, I thank you all.

The Parks Family has invited us not only to their barn and their business, but into their hearts and home as well.  When they bought Canyon Creek Equestrian Center, (formerly Serendipity Stables) they had a dream of a family friendly place for people to enjoy their horses.  We hope to help make that dream come true for them as they host our program and help us turn “I wish” into “I can.”

Learn to Play Polo! Square Peg Polo Clinic Fundraiser is Scheduled for October 17 and 18, 2009

Square Peg Foundation has teamed up with the
Horse Park Polo Club and the Polo Training Foundation and the Stanford Polo Club
to bring you an opportunity that can’t be missed!

Intro to Polo Clinic
October, 17 & 18, 2009

COST: This is a fundraiser for Square Peg Foundation
a $250 donation is suggested (discounts for Pony Club and 4H)

WHEN: Saturday and Sunday October 17 and 18, 2009. Classes will run from 9am until approximately 5pm

WHERE: The Horse Park Polo Arena, The HorsePark at Woodside
3674 Sand Hill Road, Woodside, CA

KIDS ( AGE 10 AND OLDER) AND ADULTS ARE BOTH WELCOME

SPACE IS LIMITED REGISTER EARLY VIA EMAIL  joell@squarepegfoundation.org
TO RESERVE YOUR SPOT

Bring your horse or learn on ours

** A LIMITED NUMBER OF HORSES WILL BE AVAILABLE FOR USE. CONTACT SQUARE PEG FOUNDATION FOR AVAILABILITY AND COSTS.

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Stella Update

Stella continues to eat and thrive.  She’s made close friends with Fran who never leaves her side.  Friends, students and volunteers are amazed at how she is improving in her skin tone, her attitude and her weight.

Standing with a friend looking at her yesterday, we started to chat about the funny way that she is gaining weight.  It all seems to be accumulating in her lower abdomen.  While looking at her from the front, we noticed that she is significantly bigger on one side of her abdomen than on the other.

Folks, we will wait to hear back from the veterinarian.  But I would put money on the fact that Stella is quite pregnant.  It boggles the mind.  To think that she’s been starved, tripped and either bred or left to fend for herself and her food with a stallion in the pen.  Just how irresponsible can somebody be?  I can’t afford to be shocked anymore, we just have to do our best to get her the proper feed and medical attention that she will need.  And then see what nature brings us.

*Sigh*

Half Moon Bay Feed & Fuel has agreed to add a flyer and a collection box at the store for shoppers to donate to help us help this mare.  They will also work with us to offer us discounts on feed and supplements.  We are so grateful for our local community.

Stay tuned.

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Stella

Thought for the day

“I slept and dreamt that life was joy.
I awoke and saw that life was service.
I acted and behold, service was joy.”
– Rabindranath Tagore

Nature’s Nurturing

I got a call this morning that our neighbor’s horse died.  I see this horse every day, all day as he lived in the pasture adjoining ours.  I do recall seeing him yesterday, belly deep in grass while his longtime companion horse flirted over the fence with our geldings.  So I was in a funk driving to the barn today to help my neighbor make the arrangements to render his old friend and to discuss what to do with his remaining horse who was upset and lonely.  It would also be my job to try and figure out if this horse’s death might be caused by something enviromental that could affect the Square Peg herd.

Needless to say, I wasn’t in the best of moods driving to the ranch.  The weather today is forecasted to possibly include thunderstorms and to be quite warm.  Funky weather.  The drive from my house to the ranch includes 12 miles on Hwy 1 straight up the coast.  The view of the ocean is world class and I so often forget to look.  But today, the sun peeked through heavy clouds and turned the Pescadero coast a brilliant deep blue and I was transfixed.  As I continued north, my eye was caught by motion in the water and I turned to see a pod of dolphins playing in the surf not far from the shore.

I jerked my car across the highway into the north parking lot for the Pescadero State Beach.  I parked and hopped out to watch the undulating play of the dolphins.  I was exhilarated and calmed in exactly the same breath.  I laughed out loud.  For about five minutes, I didn’t think about anything but the ocean and the waves and the spectacular scene unfolding in front of me.

When I got back into the car, I had a different outlook on the world.  I was focused on beauty and lovely surprises and the vastness of the life that is under the waves all the time, whether or not I choose to acknowledge it.  I felt like the planet smiled gently on me and I did my best to receive her gift with gratitude and humility.

It was a great way to start the day.

If you have a minute, do what you can to help keep the State Parks open.

Poetic Justice?

With Square Peg’s first Day at the Races fundraiser coming up this weekend at Golden Gate Fields, I’ve had some strange and conflicting emotions floating around my head.

Namely:

1. You can’t go back.  I worked in racing for many years.  Essentially, I raised my son at the track.  I worked in the marketing department of Golden Gate Fields for years as the Special Events manager.  It was a great job to have in your 20’s.  Now I’m going back to the track and all the memories, good and bad after 10 years and a whole lot of life changes. I know I’m different,  I wonder how it will make me feel. (I am however, sincerely looking forward to seeing some wonderful people who still work there.)

2. Conflicted to be watching racing after spending so much time and love knitting ex racehorses back together.  How will I explain to people (yikes, the  kids) at the event if a horse should fatally break down?dsc_0208_jpg

While musing over these feelings, I searched friend Tom Ferrall’s recent press releases from Golden Gate Fields to find this:  An odd pairing of racing and Autism Awareness.  A story in a story about a horse that overcomes huge odds to win.

Ah racing.  It never ceases to surprise me.  I wonder what surprises are in store for me on Saturday?

Join me.

“Is this the mountain you want to die on?”

Wow.

Hmmmm.

Uh, actually; yes.
img_2632Strangely enough, I’m where I want and need to be.  Each day, I wrestle out how to continue my tiny little life’s work.  Sure, there are days when I phone it in, I whine or snivel about how hard it is, how many hours I put in. Or I pine about our families financial implications as a result of me not bringing home any bacon and even investing more time and money into what it is we do.  Truth is, I don’t bring home a paycheck.  I’m a full time plus volunteer.  Right now, I have no health insurance.  Yeah, I know, that’s insane.  My friend Jim is rolling in his grave at the notion. And yet, it’s honestly the mountain I want to die on.  Shuffling up rocky slopes with an unreachable peak, clawing my way hand over hand not to teach horsemanship, but teaching joy and trust.  Yup, that’s what we do.

There is an article in Teacher Magazine (here) about whether or not teachers are empowered.  It poses the question that children can’t learn empowerment from people who are so badly paid and who are in the school system where they are repeatedly stripped of power.

Bullshit.  And several teachers in the article call it.  One of the teachers, the mentor of the article’s author, points out that the students watch everything you do, a very small portion of which happens to be your subject matter.  They watch who you are and how you react.  When you take up the teaching mantle, you are on the stage, stripped of a persona and your students see you for exactly who you are.  Get over it and start modeling the best of what you’ve got.

Who thinks that showing a kid how to clean a horse’s hoof doesn’t make a bit of difference in the suffering of the world?  Oh yeah, that’s me, late at night when I’m trying to figure out how to pay the ranch lease or the horse shoer.  That’s me when I’m honored by a volunteer’s gift of her time and her heart.

It’s time to re-define teaching.  More importantly, it’s time to re-define learning. Each day, I talk to parents who are battling school systems and IEP’s.  They are wrestling with big decisions about where their child goes to school and what services they need.  All the schools are coming under tremendous budget constraints. I hate to tell you but it’s going to get worse. We will have to do more with less.  Teachers will have less resources and more demands.  That means each teacher and each parent will have to learn to entrust the students to own and care for their own education – teach them how  to value what and how they learn.  Folks, here’s the kicker, the part you don’t want to think about; the academic part is only a small portion of what they learn in school. It’s an important part to be sure, but smaller than you think.

I had breakfast with a young volunteer and her mom last weekend.  She’s 13 and hates school.  Well, she likes the kids, she even likes most of the teachers but she refuses to turn in work.  The school is at the end of their rope.  They suggest upping the ante and forcing this young woman to start producing work.  She’s made it clear to everyone that forcing her is going to create mayhem.  Serious mayhem.  The school tells her parents that it’s a life lesson that she needs to learn.  That life is not all about doing whatever you want all the time.  That she needs to learn this now, or it will be even harder the older she gets.

Stop.

Rewind.

So what the school is trying to get across is that work needs to get done, on time and with best effort.  Fair enough.  However, what the student is learning is the bigger lesson: That if someone doesn’t do what you want them to do, you just up the ante until you force them to.  Gosh guys, I think she already knows that lesson and it’s not such a good one.

It seems to me that what this very bright young woman is desperately trying to establish is a sense of self.  She’s refusing to turn in work not because of laziness or impudence but she’s desperately trying to set boundaries of who she is and how amenable she is going to be about who forces her to do what and when.  For her, caving in and turning in work feels like giving up and of being less of her own person as a result. Of course I’m not advocating that all teachers or schools do away with assignments, deadlines and grades.  It’s been tried, with varying results.  But it’s clear that what’s going on here has a lot less to do with book reports than it does with a developing human’s struggle for self-hood.

Profound?  Maybe.  But this is a typical week at Square Pegs.  For each of these stories, there are scores of others. Kids who don’t fit in, or perhaps even more scary, kids who manage to fit in and fade away. These are opportunities to make a real difference.  To teach compassion and joy.  To let the world experience what’s special and beautiful about a person.

So I’ve answered my own question; this is the mountain I’m willing to die on.

Peace out.
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