Greetings. I am Nandor the Relentless. Although, in this case, I am merely Nandor, because apparently I have already been given a sufficiently impressive name. I am a 6-year-old Quarter Horse gelding standing 16 hands high. I am a most magnificent bay roan with an enormous white face and eyes that are frankly, rather extraordinary. One is blue, while the other is half brown and half blue. This is not magic, although I have considered claiming that it is.

I was bred for a life of distinction. My sire is VS GOODRIDE, by VS FLATLINE, and my dam is ALL COLORED IN CAMO, by ALL TIME FANCY. I am triple registered with the American Paint Horse Association, Pinto Horse Association of America, and National Snaffle Bit Association, because apparently one official record of my greatness was insufficient. I was foaled in March 11, 2020 and gelded in 2021, which was probably for the best because I have enough personality without adding additional complications.

Before I arrived at Wrenacyn, I was started in pleasure and hunter under saddle in Texas. At the sales barn, I was learning jumping and, as they described it, “everything under the sun.” This was apparently because I am smart, honest to fences, and willing to learn. I do not wish to boast but I am very good at being told something once and then attempting to do it correctly, which is more than can be said for certain people I have met.

I am also quite capable of carrying beginners, which I do with the patience and dignity expected of a noble warrior. Then, when someone wants me to go to work, I am happy to do that too. I am currently on loan to our sister farm, We Believe Stables, where I am spending my time learning the ways of the trail horse and, as the humans like to say, “growing up.” I do not know why everyone keeps saying I need to grow up. I am already 16 hands.

My greatest talents, however, may be unrelated to riding. I am extremely fond of having my lips scratched, and I enjoy putting my mouth on basically anything within reach. Lead ropes. Halters. Objects that probably should not be in my mouth. If I find something interesting, I will pick it up and fling it across the room with tremendous enthusiasm. This is not misbehavior. This is warrior training. At least, this is what I have decided and I am quite certain it is correct.

I am, in fact, a very large, very silly baby with an unreasonable amount of charm. Everyone loves me. I cannot explain why as I am a warrior, and warriors are not supposed to be adorable but apparently I am both. I am imposing when I walk into a room, striking when I stand in the field, and extremely impressive when the light catches my roan coat and those ridiculous mismatched eyes. Then I put a lead rope in my mouth and throw it across the aisle.

This is the contradiction of Nandor. I am magnificent. I am brave. I am clever. I am willing. I am also an enormous idiot who would like you to scratch my lips.

I think this is what the humans call range.