Um, I expect she got a very good home, as the breeder had such a good reputation. Alas, it wasn’t with me. I was too taken with a 4-year-old who, when I watched him moving in the pasture, looked like the Olympic dressage horses I’d seen on TV (I was a naive little hunter rider) to ask to see her, although I was interested. Seeing her would have been a production, anyway, as these young horses were out on huuuuge pastures, and I was only looking for one, to be a personal riding horse.
The ranchers took me out to see the herd of 3- and 4-year-old geldings, which involved riding in the truck that took them hay in the winter. They told me that that was the only way to get near the horses.
I was young, a hunter rider from Virginia going to college in the Rocky Mountains, and learning about this new world that I found myself in.
That world did not, however, include Little Miss Belly Spot.