Her owners thought that because she was small she'd make an ideal horse for their teenage daughters, neither of whom had any experience with horses. How wrong they were. Threatening and generally uncooperative, she buffaloed everyone from father to youngest daughter. She was a black and white terror who convinced everyone to leave her alone, preferably with plenty of hay and grain. Stormy soon became available for purchase at a good price.
When I bought Stormy she came with plenty of emotional baggage and the weight of a story or two that may or may not have been true. For instance, her name: Stormy Monday. Her breeder, a client and friend of my wife Carol, swears that on Monday, April 3, 2000, the day Stormy was born, sliding easily into this world, there was a thunderstorm. Weather records indicate .64 inches of rain with the day's high temperature reaching 63 degrees, a warm day for early April in southwestern Ohio, where it is normally wet and bone chillingly cold in the spring. With over a half inch of rain there could well have been a storm, but nothing I've found says yes or no.
It seems that Kelly's horse, Joe (Box C Black Leo Joe), had just been snipped, gelded if you will, about the time Stormy's dam, Fox Now, came into season. Joe, standing over sixteen hands and always a stud, allegedly jumped a four foot horse fence and impregnated Fox Now. Possible, I suppose, because even a half loaded pistol is still a lethal weapon and stranger things have happened in the horse world.
The horses in the background are Kelly's dun horse, Dusty, then Callie, and my horse at the time, Wyatt. Wyatt and I were still trying to work out our differences and Stormy was still in the future.