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Bartley on the day of her arrival and me pretending I wasn't terrified.
Sonya has gobs of experience with drafts. She trained in driving with the Yoder Clan in Ohio and had a team of Belgians and a team of Shires in her previous life. She knows what she is doing and knew what we were getting into. I had no clue. Fortunately, Bartley got the idea that I was OK and had a genuine desire to learn, so she made it her mission to teach me to drive. It became very clear very fast that she knew what she was doing and that I did not.

Ground driving with my very patient Clydesdale.
Bartley and I spent many hours together learning each other - mostly her "learning" me, because she already knew the ropes (pun intended). Bartley stood patiently while I harnessed her up, many times incorrectly, and stood with me until I got it right. She humored me as I learned to lift her feet and pick her hooves, taunted me as I gave her massive bulk a bath at the wash rack, and she took it all in stride when I "ham-fisted" the lines and pulled too hard on her sensitive mouth parts or guided her into a tree. There is a defining line when the one formerly trained to drive (Bartley) breaks the barrier from one who is being trained to one who is doing the training. She became the "sense" and I the "grasshopper". I can't even tell you how many mistakes I made and how many times she gracefully acknowledged them, then demonstrated to me what I really "meant" to do. Through it all, we built a bond of trust and confidence in each other.
When our Percheron "Pete" became injured last summer, Bartley became the primary carriage horse for our carriage company. She got the call to the "Show" - the big-time. Sonya was nervous because Bartley wasn't "proven" bomb-proof under fire like Pete was, but after a few events, it became evident that Bartley knew exactly what she was doing. She did a half-a-dozen events, including two weddings, a retirement ceremony, a grand opening, and most recently, carried the Grand Marshall in the Lemoore Christmas Parade. Through it all, Bartley never batted even an eyelash and did what was asked of her like a pro.


Bartley in her holiday finest (left) and at the Paulson Wedding last summer (right)
We knew she was the master when, at one of our events, she was surrounded suddenly by the kids from an entire school and she didn't even flinch. She seemed to eat up all the attention and posed for hundreds of pictures.

Bartley mobbed by her adoring fans.
All training and glory aside, it was the bond that we developed during the "off" time that I will remember most about this sweet mare. We would set up our chairs in front of her stall and have an evening cocktail as she ate her hay and be thankful for her bringing this peace into our busy lives. She would make me laugh deeply as she would grab the hose out of my hand and spray herself as I attempted to fill her water bucket, or rest her big lunk-head on my shoulder as I attempted to muck her stall. She was also an escape artist and would venture from her paddock to greener pastures for a taste of grass or raid some of her "mates" hay. When she got caught, she would make her way in her "Eyore-like" way back to her stall as if nothing happened. She was gentle and caring beyond words, and anyone who ever had contact with her knows what I mean.
So tonight as I sit here on my computer with the smell of my beloved Clydesdale still lingering on my body and the memory of her death still far too fresh in my mind, I hurt for her and for us. I am trying not to "humanize" the animal - to make her into something more than she was, but to me, Bartley will always be more than 1600 pounds of spectacularly beautiful equine. She was my guide and mentor into the wonderful world of draft horses - even if she didn't intend to be. She was gentle, sweet, intelligent, powerful, and sometimes moody (just like her momma) but ALWAYS a pro when it came to driving. I am sorry that she was taken away from us after only a year and a half, and sorry that I won't get the chance to enjoy her sweet nature and spry playfulness ever again. I will miss you sweet Bartley - thank you for taking me under your wing and improving my life. You shall not ever be forgotten.

Big-Bad Bartley Onorati (1998-2010) - Rest in Peace Old Girl

The carriage all decorated for the parade.
Team Tally-Ho: Tony, Sonya & Billy, with Bartley
Bartley ready to step-out.

Our unofficial Tally-Ho Posse - Marianne & Dennis. Thanks for the help!
The Grand Marshall, Captain James Knapp & his daughter
The Knapps keeping warm.
On the parade route.






Sonya & Bartley waiting to pick up Robbie & Ashley

Mr & Mrs Robbie Davila taking their victory lap
The happy couple posing with Bartley - Bart is eyeing those flowers!
The wedding party posing for pictures with the carriage in the background.

More Photos with the happy couple and their entourage
Best of luck and congratulations to Ashley & Robbie. It was a pleasure for us to be involved in this beautiful and fun wedding.

After dropping off the guys, Sonya, Argo & Bartley went to pick up the bride and her entourage...

The girls were gorgeous as they arrived at the ceremony...

We stayed close during the ceremony - what a beautiful event...

JUST MARRIED - Congratulations Marshall & Crystal!

We provided the backdrop for pictures after the wedding...


We are pleased an honored to have been included in this very special event. Crystal and Marshall are amazing people and we wish them every success as they start their lives together. Thanks to Norm & Sue Stewart for hiring us to participate.


The Carriage pulling up to the gym to pick up Miriam
Bartley, Sonya & Argo standing by

Surprise!!!!
Off we go...
Underway...
Sunset delivery! Miriam's wives had a surprise waiting for her.












