Since my last name is Wolfe, everyone assumed I named my horse Wulffe. Not the case. Here's the story of how Wulffe came into my life and how his name was an answer to a prayer., I hope you find it interesting.

JAN 1993, received a surprise call from my cousin {a non-horse person} asking me if I wanted another horse. Without hesitating, my answer was a loud and clear "HECK NO"

SShe said her friend's brother was giving away a 19-year-old horse; I thought... hmm, I always wished for a quiet horse a non-horse friend could ride & join me on a trail ride. All my horses are too high-spirited for inexperienced rides, so I did not care if the horse looked like a Neanderthal! I just wanted something safe. so I said OK, I'll take him..

The owner, Rick called and asked what I was looking for.  I told him a "bomb proof Childproof" horse, but when I heard Rick say his horse was a "3rd Level Dressage Horse, I just about fell out of my chair. It's been my wildest dream for years to have a "schoolmaster", a horse that could teach me

I completely forgot about wanting a horse for a friend to ride. I needed another horse like a hole in the head, but I wanted to learn.  I wanted this horse for me.

His horse was 16.2hd tall. A Hanoverian Stallion imported from Germany at the age of 2. Rick bought him at the age of 4, left him a stallion until he was 7 years old and had him professionally trained. He showed in dressage up to the 3rd level when the horse had an accident and had to be put out to pasture for a year of rest.

When the vet told Rick the horse would never be strong enough to make it to Grand Prix, Rick purchased another horse and was now looking for a good home for his first horse.

Rick invited me to lunch the next day at what turned out to be my favorite seafood restaurant {another good sign}.

The night before, I prayed to GOD thanking him for a clear sign that this "gift" was from him. I needed to know no matter what happened, GOD was covering me, because I don't care what anyone says there is no such thing as a FREE horse.

A horse can be accident-prone; can have allergies, bad feet, etc. And I could be in debt with vet bills for life. I already had 3 horses [another story] and was helping my mother with medical bills & other costs so I couldn't afford unexpected expenses

At lunch the next day, Rick told me about his horse and I asked all the usual questions plus my favorite question: “What's your horse's worst habit? No matter how you answer this question, I am still going to take Wulffe, I just don't like surprises: He told me his horse is territorial about his stall and does not like anyone in there with him. Told me he kicked his previous owner in the stomach sending her to the hospital. That is how he came to buy Wulffe

No problem, I could deal with that. Rick asked if I wanted to drive out and see his horse and I told him "NO" that I didn't need to. I had always dreamed of having a "schoolmaster" but couldn't afford $50,000. The fact I was being "gifted" a school master was a blessing beyond belief. I mean, especially considering I was already willing to take what I thought was probably a very ugly 19 year old horse, why would I bother seeing him first.

Rick was not convinced. He told me he was not trailering 2 hours to where my horses were stabled just to take him off the trailer and have me say "I think he's ugly, take him home!".

I calmly reassured Rick how years ago, my prayer for a 25 year old "bomb proof" pony for my new born nephew was answered 2 years alter. I still had to wait another 9 months but the pony was delivered "site unseen" and turned out to be worth a million dollars. Her name was PJ, we called her "Peanut Butter & Jelly". She taught my nephew to ride and jump but more importantly she was instrumental in building the confidence of the sweetest little girl, Eva, who lived next door.

I heard myself mention "PJ" died a year ago... a year ago?? .. Immediately I asked today's date. It was January 31st. Exactly one year ago today, PJ died; this was the anniversary of her death. That's when I remembered last night's prayer and asked Rick, "What's your horse's name?"

When I heard "Wulffe" {pronounced Wolfie}, my eyes popped right out of my head. THERE'S MY SIGN. It couldn't have been clearer. I felt safe.

Rick delivered Wulffe the very next day and as he watched him get acclimated with the herd he even admitted "This does seam like a meant to be"

[INSERT STORIES HERE: WULFFE'S LIFE THREATENING & FRIGHTENING SURPRISES RICK NEVER MENTIONED


It took a year before I discovered this horse truly had a hidden heart of gold.

In my opinion, the reason he attacked people without any warning [mostly at dressage shows] was he'd fly into a rage if he sensed any anger. I strongly believe he was beaten repeatedly when he was very young back in Germany, by maybe an angry stable drunk.

Whenever he sensed anyone angry he was going to get them before they got him. So long as anyone let go of any angry or negative feelings around Wulfman they were always safe.

Everyday for a year I made it a habit to take emotional inventory before I got out of my car @ the barn. If I had even the slightest angry feeling or negative thought I made sure to let it go before getting out of the car & entering the barn! and it worked! Wulffe never once pinned his ears at me. THIS WAS A LIFE CHANGING EXPERIENCE & the GREATEST life lesson EVER for me. To this day I don't get angry or if I do, I can't stay angry very long! Minutes at the most.

Wulffe's attitude mellowed with age. He'd forewarn anyone by pinning his ears, thus giving the person an opportunity to either change their attitude or get the hell out of there! I made certain everyone was aware of checking their own feelings before dealing with Wulfman. Otherwise, he had a wonderful heart of gold.

[INSERT STORY HERE] The miracle he pulled when I was stuck in his stall and he knew I was scared. One of those "wish I had a video camera" moments.



In the last couple of years Wulffe's personality really blossomed. He developed a great sense of humor. On Wulffe's stall I have a sign that says " When they act the least loveable, they need the most love"  Don't you think this is true for humans too!

Wulffe passed away June 26, 2004 at the age of 30. The picture below of him and Eclipse was taken a month before.

He is so missed! My brother's horse Eclipse, the "Heart of Gold" Gray Arabian grieved terribly! Eclipse literally had tears running down his face for two weeks.


If there was ever anything that showed me the healing POWER OF LOVE, it was Wulffe!

Thanks Wulfman!