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IEC Stealing Time

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Published: May 16, 2016
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Show Name: IEC Stealing Time
Barn Name: Tap
Breed: Thoroughbred
Sex: Filly
Age: 2 years
Height: 16.3 hh
Phenotype: Bay Sabino
Genotype: EE/Aa/nSb
Discipline: Racing
Owner: Aubrey Mendoza
Bloodlines:

------------------------------------------ SSS : Sunday Silence
----------------- SS: Deep Impact
------------------------------------------ SSD : Wind In Her Hair
Sire: Tosen Homareboshi
------------------------------------------ SDS : Northern Taste
----------------- SD: Every Whisper
------------------------------------------ SDD : Crafty Wife
------------------------------------------ DSS : Kingmambo
----------------- DS : King's Best
------------------------------------------ DSD : Allegretta
Dam: Casa Esperanza
------------------------------------------ DSS : Vacarme
----------------- DD: Snow House
------------------------------------------ DDD : Snowy


ABOUT

Personality: Friendly for short periods of time. When that time is up she makes it known she wants to be left alone. Known to bite when annoyed or stressed, otherwise well behaved in cross ties and loading into gates.

Fears: Wide open spaces. If being turned out, make sure Tap is placed in a smaller paddock or field, she doesn't like open space and will try to get back to her stall by any means necessary.

Unique Traits: Can always tell the difference between a workout or training and race day. Any time she is being prepped for a race, she taps her hooves on the ground or prances in place as if to pump herself up. This quirk is the mane reason she was purchased by IEC's trainer, Aubrey, as her ability to be light on her feet makes her an excellent dressage prospect if racing doesn't work out.

BREEDING
Breeding Slots: Bullet; Red Closed Bullet; Red
Phenotype: Bay Sabino
Genotype: EE/Aa/nSb
Requirements: Purebred, natural Thoroughbred or Arabian Stallions
Price: Free - must accept terms in this journal first.Fullbody colored breeding image + $1/100:points:

FOALS

ERS Illoria's Puppet Mercutio - Quality Blood

SHOWS

Show: SVI Schooling Show
Class:SVI Allowance Race
Entry: [Payment] Allowance Race
Place: 1st [Proof]

AWARDS + RIBBONS

1st Place, Excellent, and $8,000 at the SVI Schooling Show (Allowance Race)

Total Earnings: $8,000

TRAINING

Make sure you know Tap's limits for her, because she refuses to acknowledge them and will push herself to the point of injury if allowed to. If you can practice with one or two other horses on the track or in the arena, do so. She doesn't like to be in open spaces, especially when there aren't other horses around. Don't get her to close to the other horses, though, she doesn't like that either.


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Dang her lineage!!
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