Saving Baby: How One Woman's Love for a Racehorse Led to Her Redemption [NOOK Book]

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"If we see cruelty or wrong that we have the power to stop, and do nothing, we make ourselves sharers in the guilt." --Anna Sewell, author of Black Beauty



Jo Anne Normile was not supposed to keep the foal, an exuberant Thoroughbred with only a few white hairs on his reddish-brown forehead. But she fell in love with the young horse, who had literally been born into her ...

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Overview

"If we see cruelty or wrong that we have the power to stop, and do nothing, we make ourselves sharers in the guilt." --Anna Sewell, author of Black Beauty



Jo Anne Normile was not supposed to keep the foal, an exuberant Thoroughbred with only a few white hairs on his reddish-brown forehead. But she fell in love with the young horse, who had literally been born into her arms. The breeder finally said she could keep the colt, whom she nicknamed "Baby" - but only if she raced him.



It was difficult to take Baby away from the safety of his pasture. But Normile had made a promise. Besides, horseracing had always come across as a glamorous blend of mint juleps and celebrity, of equine grace and speed. It was a vision she found appealing.



And she fell hard for it, this "Sport of Kings." She experienced a thrill every time Baby sprinted around the track, edging out other horses. But the magic that enchants is a veneer. For every Seabiscuit, there are tens of thousands of racehorses whose lives end in pain and despair, with indifference and corruption that runs rampant through the world of horse racing.



Normile knew none of this. Not until an accident on a poorly maintained track. That's when everything changed. That's when Normile founded the most successful horse rescue in the country, an organization that would go on to save more horses than anyone else ever had. That's when she knew she had no other choice.



Saving Baby is Jo Anne Normile's story of perseverance and passion. A heartbreaking and ultimately life-affirming book, it testifies to the transcending power of hope, and the unshakeable bond of love.




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Editorial Reviews

Library Journal
10/15/2014
Horse enthusiasts will enjoy this combination of memoir, exposé, and call to action. Normile is the founder of two highly successful horse rescue organizations and currently works as a consultant, advocating for the protection of the thoroughbred horse. Always a horse lover, the author became involved in the world of thoroughbred racing when a foal was born to a horse living on her family's farm. Normile was told she could keep the foal if she agreed to race him. Naïve at the start, she worked hard to build relationships with trainers and others at the track and learn about the sport. She was disconcerted to see the indifference and corruption that are part of the horse racing world and set out to create change, taking care to maintain the relationships that would be important to her ultimate goal of supporting thoroughbreds. In addition to being an outstanding advocate for horses, the author is a great storyteller. The reader gets acquainted with Baby, Pat, Scarlett, Sissy, and other equine pals, learns a lot about the racing industry, and develops a tremendous respect for Normile's work. VERDICT While the equine theme means this book is most appropriate for horse lovers, the story is compelling enough to interest animal enthusiasts of all types.—Deborah Emerson, Central New York Lib. Resources Council, Syracuse
Publishers Weekly
10/21/2013
In this memoir, Normile charts the course of her life and describes the growth of her passion for horses. In the early 1990s, her stable of horses was expanding, but one of the conditions of that expansion was that she race Baby, a grandson of the legendary Secretariat. Normile soon became immersed in the world of horse racing, but discovered, much to her shock, that it is corrupt, that many trainers are indifferent to the well-being of their horses, and that when a horse is injured or performs poorly, it is sent to be slaughtered. Normile's naïveté was destroyed for good when poor track maintenance caused Baby to fracture his tibia, an injury that led to his being euthanized. Normile resolved to commit her life to saving damaged horses and rescuing unwanted ones from slaughter. She started an organization called the Communication Alliance to Network Thoroughbred Ex-Racehorses (CANTER), giving thoroughbred racers new lives. While Normile could never get Baby back, she parlayed her tragedy into new life for hundreds of animals. Readers who love animals will be touched by this account, and by Normile's love of and dedication to horses. Her courage in exposing the dark underbelly of racing is reflected on every page. While the story lags at times, Normile and Linder have produced an engaging memoir that is a must-read for animal lovers.
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"First class story telling...action and emotion equally drive this compelling tale.... A touching narrative that transcends its subject matter." --Kirkus Reviews (Starred Review)

"Normile's... courage in exposing the dark underbelly of racing is reflected on every page.... an engaging memior that is a must-read for animal lovers." --Publishers Weekly 

"In addition to being an outstanding advocate for horses, the author is a great storyteller....the story is compelling enough to interest animal enthusiasts of all types." –Library Journal

"The storytelling in this memoir...is as dramatic as any day at the races."--The Improper Bostonian 

"An inspiring account of [Normile's] efforts to save the racing industry's discards."--All Animals, the magazine of the Humane Society of the United States
"An emotionally powerful read, filled with insight...and laced with the deep emotions and dedication of a woman who made a huge difference." --Today's Horse Magazine

"Saving Baby: How One Woman’s Love for a Racehorse Led to Her Redemption by Jo Anne Normile and Lawrence Lindner is the remarkable story of how a woman’s special bond with a Thoroughbred led her to establish the most successful horse rescue organization in the country. It is also a revealing look at the hidden underbelly of the glamorous world of horse racing that few people ever see. Jo Anne Normile tells her life-changing story of love, regret, and redemption. It is a passionate, heartwarming animal story, as well as a revealing look at the world of horse racing." –Horseback Magazine

"A rich narrative of love, loss, and redemption." --Horse and Style Magazine

"...the true story of Jo Anne Normile, who got pulled into horse racing and had to make painful, life-changing choices she never expected, or even knew existed." --GateHouse Media

"Normile happened to have the perfect story." --Patch.com

"Saving Baby is a story of perseverance and passion, chronicling the heroic work of Jo Anne Normile, who has saved countless racing horses from the worst of fates." --Wayne Pacelle, President & CEO The Humane Society of the United States

"A beautiful story about an extraordinary bond, about what happens when you follow your instinct -- and also don't. This book will speak to anyone who has ever been moved by the overpowering combination of love and conscience." --Nicholas H. Dodman, BVMS Co-Founder, Vets for Equine Welfare; Author, If Only They Could Speak

"If you were ever faced with the choice of walking a difficult path or taking the easy way out, the story will resonate--and haunt you." --Karen Menczer, Founder & Executive Director, Animal-Kind International"A breathtaking look at the world of horse racing, and what one woman sets out to accomplish after she scratches the surface and exposes its underbelly. Ms. Normile's extraordinary journey, and her unflinching and passionate determination to draw attention to the plight of the animals she so dearly loves, brought me to tears. Saving Baby is flat-out inspirational." --Lesley Kagen, New York Times bestselling author of Mare's Nest and he Resurrection of Tess Blessing

President & CEO The Humane Society of the United S Wayne Pacelle

Saving Baby is a story of perseverance and passion, chronicling the heroic work of Jo Anne Normile, who has saved countless racing horses from the worst of fates.
Nicholas H. Dodman

A beautiful story about an extraordinary bond, about what happens when you follow your instinct -- and also don't. This book will speak to anyone who has ever been moved by the overpowering combination of love and conscience.
New York Times bestselling author of Mare's Nest Lesley Kagen

"If you were ever faced with the choice of walking a difficult path or taking the easy way out, the story will resonate--and haunt you." --Karen Menczer, Founder & Executive Director, Animal-Kind International"A breathtaking look at the world of horse racing, and what one woman sets out to accomplish after she scratches the surface and exposes its underbelly. Ms. Normile's extraordinary journey, and her unflinching and passionate determination to draw attention to the plight of the animals she so dearly loves, brought me to tears. Saving Baby is flat-out inspirational."
GateHouse Media

"...the true story of Jo Anne Normile, who got pulled into horse racing and had to make painful, life-changing choices she never expected, or even knew existed."
Today's Horse Magazine

An emotionally powerful read, filled with insight...and laced with the deep emotions and dedication of a woman who made a huge difference.
Patch.com

"Normile happened to have the perfect story."
Kirkus Reviews
In horse lover and activist Normile's memoir (co-authored with seasoned writer Lindner), she fights for the humane treatment of ex-racehorses. Compelled by the idea of owning a thoroughbred, Normile acquires "Baby" from an ailing breeder, with the stipulation that she races him. Driven by a competitive spirit rather than financial gain, her main priority is ensuring her new horse's well-being. Normile becomes indoctrinated in the early 1990s subculture of Detroit horse racing--and the corner-cutting and corruption that lurk in the unregulated sport. Her tender love for Baby compares to a mother's love for her child who's all the more vulnerable due to his inability to express himself. Baby shows promise as a winner, but due to a series of unsavory experiences, he never reaches his potential. He eventually meets a tragic, untimely end resulting from negligence on the track. This heart-wrenching loss launches Normile into a fight to protect other horses from the same fate. She's motivated further when she learns some dark truths behind the industry, like the legal practice that has retired racehorses being slaughtered and sold for meat. Ultimately, she helms a nonprofit rescue that matches retired thoroughbreds with new owners. Like many tireless and committed activists, she sacrifices her family relationships and personal well-being for her cause. With the help of Lindner's first class storytelling, action and emotion equally drive this compelling tale that will bring on the waterworks for any animal lover. The horses Normile loves are portrayed as dynamically as human beings, with imagined dialogue Normile gleans from their body language. Early in the book, she describes Baby's departure from his mother and siblings: "There were cries and whinnies from the other horses as the trailers left. ‘Where are you going? We thought you were home to stay,' " the others horses are imagined saying. "Baby himself didn't appear to be nervous. ‘I'll be back,' he whinnied confidently. ‘Just gone for a bit--have to make my mark.' " A touching narrative that transcends its subject matter.
Kirkus Reviews
First class storytelling...action and emotion equally drive this compelling tale that will bring on the waterworks for any animal lover. The horses Normile loves are portrayed as dynamically as human beings....A touching narrative that transcends its subject matter. (starred review)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781466866843
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 10/21/2014
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 101,626
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

JO ANNE NORMILE founded two hugely successful horse rescue organizations and has been featured in The New York Times, The Chicago Tribune among numerous other publications. In addition, she has appeared on CNN and many local television broadcasts.



LAWRENCE LINDNER is a New York Times best-selling co-author who has also written for many publications including the Washington Post, the Los Angeles Times, and O, the Oprah Magazine.



JO ANNE NORMILE, author of Saving Baby, founded two hugely successful horse rescue organizations and has been featured in The New York Times, The Chicago Tribune, among numerous other publications. In addition, she has appeared on CNN and many local television broadcasts.
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Saving Baby

How One Woman's Love for a Racehorse Led to Her Redemption


By Jo Anne Normile, Lawrence Lindner

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2015 Jo Anne Normile
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-250-07443-0


CHAPTER ONE

It’s very quiet in the barn at night, but when a horse is about to have a baby, she’ll get restless and start to pace, and I wanted to be able to hear the rustling of the straw as Pat walked back and forth. That’s why I started sleeping with my head right next to the video monitor on the coffee table that streamed in the activity from Pat’s stall, the volume turned all the way up.

To catch a mare foaling is rare. Horses almost always give birth in the predawn hours, preferring to have their babies away from people, and even other horses. Some will tell you they can time their labors for privacy. But once their contractions begin, they can’t hold back. And I needed to be there, as a midwife for Pat as well as for myself.

The first couple of nights, Pat didn’t settle in but kept walking and biting at her sides—a sign of pain. She also swished her tail, yet another sign of discomfort.

Then, one night, some time before sunrise, she went down on her side, nipping at her flank. Her pain had increased significantly. She rose, circled several times, then went down again. Her body gave a heave. “This is it, everybody!” I called out, jumping up from my perch on the family room couch and running to the bottom of the staircase. “Grab your stuff!”

We had very little time. A horse gives only three or four major pushes before birthing her foal. The four of us raced down to the barn. My husband, John, would be on duty with the video cam, while one daughter had a camera for still shots and the other would stand by the barn’s wall phone in case there was an improper presentation at birth and the vet needed to be called. Normally a foal is delivered with the front feet coming first, one several inches ahead of the other so that the shoulders, emerging at an angle, can fit through the pelvis. You see the hooves, one before the other, and then the nose laid down on top of the legs. Any other presentation can prove a life-or-death emergency for mare, foal, or both.

We were whooping excitedly, all smiles and eager chatter as we ran from the house, pulling on our coats. We had already seen the baby kick when Pat drank cold water. We loved watching Pat’s stomach sway like a pendulum in her last week before delivery. We had placed bets on whether the foal would look like its mother, with her dark coat, or whether it would have any markings. New life now just moments away, it was a giddy anticipation.

When we reached the barn I had to tell everyone to lower their voices to a whisper. “No running,” I said. We needed to tiptoe, contain our excitement, so Pat wouldn’t be alarmed or disturbed. The baby’s front legs were already out. We could see its knees. We could see the bluish white sac, a filmy casing, enveloping the tiny foal.

By the book, you’re not supposed to go into the stall. Birthing is something horses are meant to do by themselves. But Pat and I were already too bonded. The day we met, she had blown out through her nostrils to greet me, as horses do. She let me touch my face to her muzzle and blow directly into her nose so she could become familiar with my scent. And while some Thoroughbreds are very fine boned, Pat was a big, broad-chested mare with a look more like that of a Quarter Horse, which I preferred. More than that, she was such a people horse. Her eyes beamed empathy, intelligence. So of course I couldn’t let her go through giving birth alone. I went in, knelt down, and stroked the side of her head as she lay there in labor, then moved closer to where the baby was emerging.

But Pat soon rose and started to walk around. The foal needed repositioning to be properly birthed, and Pat’s movement would make it happen. “It’s okay, Pat,” I whispered soothingly while stroking her some more. “I’m here. Everything’s okay.”

Pat shortly went down again, gave a sigh followed by another heave, and out came the foal’s knobby shoulders. They are the widest part of the birth, so we knew we were home free. One more heave, one more sigh, and whoosh, the baby was fully born. It took all of five or six minutes. Elated that we made it in time, we wanted to scream but just kept saying softly, “We have a baby. A baby!

I was admiring the newborn foal in its sac, adoring its lashes, its tiny feet, when I suddenly realized that the water hadn’t broken. I had been so absorbed in what lay before me that I forgot the hooves are supposed to tear open the sac upon delivery. The baby was in danger of suffocating. A foal needs air once it is out of its mother’s body, just like a person.

“Oh my God!” I cried out, tearing at the sac with my fingernails. But the bluish-white shroud was like tough tire rubber. I was out of my mind with fright and desperation—and guilt. Not only had I wasted time looking at the baby through its sac, lost in awe over its beautifully closed eyes and its rounded forehead, like that of a human newborn. I had also forgotten to store a knife or other sharp instrument in the foaling kit even though I knew about the rare case in which parting the sac needs a human assist.

Finally, I did manage to break open the sac, and water gushed everywhere. I pulled out the foal’s head, but it didn’t start breathing. The newborn remained limp.

Frantic, I cleared the horse’s nose and mouth of mucus, then fastened my mouth on its nostrils and exhaled deeply, expressing air into its lungs. Still nothing. The girls were crying. John and I were, too. You can hear me on the videotape saying, “I think it’s dead.”

The moment, gone disastrously awry, had been more than a decade and a half in the making.

Eighteen years earlier, almost to the day, the legendary Secretariat won the Kentucky Derby. The great Thoroughbreds who run in that race are magnificent beings—powerful yet graceful, and beautiful. I always looked forward to watching the Derby. But my fever spiked in 1973, when Secretariat won not only that run but also the other two races in what is known as the Triple Crown: the Preakness, held in Maryland, and the Belmont Stakes in New York. Two other horses won all three races in the Triple Crown after Secretariat, but it didn’t matter. He was the superhorse; his record times still stand today.

I soon began collecting Secretariat memorabilia—Christmas ornaments, a program from the ’73 Derby, numbered collector plates signed by his jockey. In 1988, we were even able to meet the great stallion. We were driving to Disney World, and our route from our home in Michigan went right through Kentucky, only twenty miles from the farm where Secretariat was living out his life as a stud horse. We took a detour in hopes of catching a glimpse of the magnificent steed.

But when we reached the farm, a groom actually led me right to him. He brought Secretariat out of the barn for me, and I lay my head on his strong shoulder. Surprised by how moved I was, I cried while John and the girls took pictures. I then scratched his mane, as horses will do for each other with their teeth. He was exceptionally well behaved—and massive. “Locomotive” was the word that came to mind, and I thought, “here is the most powerful horse I’ve ever seen.”

Just one year later, Secretariat was euthanized at the relatively young age of nineteen. He suffered from a disease, laminitis, that causes swelling inside the wall of the hoof, increasing pressure on it and making it excruciatingly painful even to stand, let alone walk or run. I’ll never forget the day I heard the news on the car radio.

It was around that time that Secretariat’s owner, Penny Chenery, gave a speech at the Michigan Horse Council’s Annual Stallion Expo, and I learned that one of Secretariat’s sons, a stud horse, lived only a two-hour drive from us. I thought, what better memorabilia could I have than to look out every day and see a grandchild of Secretariat sired by that stallion? I’d have a piece of Secretariat in my own backyard.

By that point we had owned horses of our own for only five years. I had been one of those girls who grew up crazy about horses but never could have one. The feeling never dissipated, and when I turned thirty-six, I convinced my husband to move from our bustling suburb to a home in the country with a barn and pastures. We were not wealthy people—John worked for Michigan Bell and I was a freelance court reporter—but we sold our house at just the right time, for two and a half times what we paid for it, to be able to afford the new one, and then bought two lovely horses in short order. The first was a black Quarter Horse I renamed Black Beauty, giving into a childhood urge. The second we named Pumpkin because of the orange highlights in her coat.

It was an idyllic life, one that should have been enough. From almost every window, beautiful pastureland spread to the tree lines. I could work on my court transcripts, look outside, and take in a view of the horses. I could stop working at my computer at any time and go pet them, or hop on without a saddle and take a short ride to clear my mind. I could finish my work at midnight. It didn’t matter, as long as I met my deadlines.

But the idea kept tugging at me to increase our “herd” with a grandchild of Secretariat. I couldn’t get it out of my head.

Pumpkin was too old to bear a foal by that point, but not Beauty. So I sent her up to be bred to Secretariat’s son. But Beauty miscarried—twice. And each time was an expensive try.

After the second failed attempt, someone at the breeding farm suggested, “Why don’t you lease a mare? She’ll go back to her owner once she delivers the foal, but the foal will be yours. You might as well lease a Thoroughbred. That way, the foal will have papers that will enable you to get it registered with the Jockey Club.”

“I don’t know anything about registering a Thoroughbred,” I said. “I don’t want to race a horse.” It was true. While I loved to watch the Kentucky Derby, I had no ambition to race. I simply wanted to have a grandchild of Secretariat grazing behind my house, like a snow globe come to life.

“But a horse registered with the Jockey Club will always be more valuable,” I was told. “It’ll serve you well should you ever have to sell or trade it.”

So I started making some phone calls to Thoroughbred racing farms. My vet ended up approving a Thoroughbred, Precocious Pat, a dark mare with some reddish hairs around her muzzle who was due to give birth very soon. Pat’s owner, Don Shouse, was sick. He had had a heart attack, and he asked me to take his mare to our house to have the baby. The plan was that I would raise the baby for six months. At weaning time, by which point Don was expected to recover, I’d give it back to him. But I would be allowed to use Pat to breed a horse of my own with the sire of my choosing—Secretariat’s son. I wouldn’t have to pay to lease her since I would be taking care of her and her new baby for a while.

I said yes to the arrangement, and Pat and I took to each other right away. We immediately set up a large stall in the barn in which Pat could have her foal, making room by storing much less hay than we usually did—100 bales at a time instead of 400.

It was in that stall that before us now lay the baby horse’s wet, lifeless body. Though I’d known from the start it wasn’t going to be mine—this was the horse I’d have to return to Don before Pat could be bred to Secretariat’s son—my heart had already laid claim to this baby and its mother. I thought of performing compressions on its chest, but I knew that wouldn’t have been the proper procedure. Besides, a just-birthed foal is so tiny, so vulnerable. It weighs only about 100 pounds the moment it’s born—all bone, with its body narrowly compressed. I was afraid I’d hurt it.

Miserable with my lack of options to pump life into the fragile newborn, I turned back to Pat to see how she was doing. She was trying to see around me, not aware yet that her baby was dead. Then, perhaps thirty seconds later, well after I had tried breathing into the horse’s lungs via its nose, one of the girls cried out, “It’s moving!”

The baby horse’s head stirred ever so slightly. I leaned over for a better look at its sides and saw the in and out of the breathing. The baby was alive!

I went back down and blew into its nose a second time to assure continued respiration, and also as a sign of affection. I wanted the horse to know my scent. That’s what the mare does, and I aimed to mimic her behavior so the foal would associate me with the beginning of time, or at least the beginning of its time.

It was kind of cold—the middle of the night in early May—and the foal was still wet and also shaking, so I hurriedly finished pulling the sac from around it and vigorously dried it with towels. I then waited for the placenta to come out and put it in a pail of water for the vet to inspect. If even a small part of the placenta isn’t delivered, the mother can get an infection, just as with people.

Pat gave her maternal nicker, a soft, barely audible sound that all mares make to their newborns. The intimate message means “Come a little closer,” and the foals respond to it immediately from birth, without any learning process. The bond between mare and foal is so strong, in fact, that animal behaviorist Desmond Morris once wrote about a case of a young horse who was taken from its mare and transported five miles to a place it had never been before, yet managed to find its way back to its mother in five days.

At the sound of the nicker, the baby lifted its head, its ears flopped to the side. It then let out a whinny, although it was more like the honk of a Canadian goose, and that, combined with our relief, I think, made all of us laugh hard.

I got out of the way so Pat could lick her foal’s face and body, inspect her newborn, bond with it physically. About ten minutes later, I said, “We forgot to even look to see if it’s a girl or a boy.” So, just before the baby attempted to stand, I spread its legs. It was still soaking wet underneath from being born, but I could see there were no “attachments.”

“It’s a girl! It’s a girl!”

We watched the wonder of the newborn foal repeatedly trying to stand on its spindly legs until finally succeeding, only to fall again seconds later. It’s no act of futility. It’s an equine Pilates class. With each attempt, a foal’s coordination increases, as does its strength.

Proud, finally, to stand on all fours, the baby foal let out another honk, much louder than the first, and we laughed once more at our “Canadian goose.”

Then she stumbled around searching for nourishment. She tried to nurse on everything her muzzle touched, from the front and back of Pat’s legs to my own shoulders and face and even to the back wall of the stall. Patient mother that Pat was, she nudged the foal into proper position, and I assisted in helping the newborn locate its mother’s udder, heavy with milk.

Soon the sun was rising, baby tucked up against mare, and it was clear to every one of us, exhausted and exhilarated, that at that moment all truly was right with the world.

Copyright © 2013, 2014 by Jo Anne Normile and Lawrence Lindner

Foreword copyright © 2013, 2014 by Susan Richards


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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 1, 2013

    Although I have never owned horses, you do not need to be a hors

    Although I have never owned horses, you do not need to be a horse person to immediately become immersed in this memoir of love and life. The first chapter grabs your attention and from then on it's nearly impossible to put this book down. I read it in two days yet it's one of those books that you keep looking at the pages left and don't want it to end. I would say it is inspiring and proves what a powerful motivator love can be. There's a lesson in these pages for all of us and what a better world it would be if everyone heeded these life lessons. Bravo to Ms. Normile!

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    Jo Anne Normile had a dream ¿ a dream to own a grandson of the f

    Jo Anne Normile had a dream – a dream to own a grandson of the famed racehorse Secretariat, and see that horse race. She had no idea how deep into the “Sport of Kings” this dream would take her, nor how it would forever change her life.




    The first thing Normile needed to make her dream a reality was a top-notch broodmare (a female horse used for breeding) that would produce her future champion. The horse she found was Pat, a sweet Thoroughbred mare that was already in foal. The agreement with Pat’s owner was that Normile would care for the mare and once the horse foaled, she’d be able to re-breed Pat and that resultant foal would be hers. The first foal would go back to Pat’s owner once it was old enough to leave its mother. That foal, officially named “Reel Surprise,” was nicknamed “Baby” and was soon the love of Normile’s life. How could she send Baby back to Pat’s owner? Eventually, Normile was able to work out a deal with the foal’s owner and Baby became her horse. Her horse to love, spoil, and blow kisses to. As Baby grew, however, the time to send him away for training drew near. As part of the sale agreement, Normile had promised Baby’s original owner that she would race the horse and so, reluctantly, she sent her prized horse off to the trainer.




    A fair amount of Saving Baby relates the ups and downs of Baby’s training, although as Normile admits, many of the experiences were not positive. From his first trainer’s insistence on keeping the horse through the winter (the horse was originally supposed to go home after a few months of initial training), to the second trainer’s feeding poor quality hay and making her horse very sick, to the actual races where Baby lost almost every time, the author honestly tells all. Time after time, she admits that she allowed things, “against my better judgment,” because she was enamored with the “Sport of Kings” and thought all would be well. But slowly, while spending a significant amount of time in the stabling areas of the track, she saw things that made her re-think the world of racing. When Baby became a victim of these track issues, Normile made a promise to her beloved horse to help other racehorses.




    With her background and connections, Normile was the perfect candidate to start rescuing racehorses that had reached the end of their careers. Whether from age or injury, most of these horses were destined to travel in horrible, terrifying conditions to the slaughterhouse. Normile founded an organization called CANTER (Communication Alliance to Network Thoroughbred Ex-Racehorses) that grew exponentially once established and word got out about what wonderful sport horses most of these washed-up ex-racehorses would make.




    Some readers may question why Normile didn’t simply pull her horse out of training and bring him home. This is a valid question and, no doubt, she asked herself that over and over, particularly after Baby suffered at the hands of the racetrack. But as so many people know, it’s very easy to get swept up in the excitement of racing, and think that everything will be okay, that no harm would ever come to your horse. The reader, too, will get swept away in the story, hoping that Baby will return home safely.




    As the book progresses, the author tells numerous stories of horses that her organization saved, as well as some that they couldn’t get to in time. This story will give fans of racing something to think about next time they head to the track to bet on their favorite horses.




    Quill says: You’ll get angry, and shed a tear or two while reading about Baby and other racehorses. There’s no doubt, Jo Anne, that Baby would be proud of all you have done for ex-racehorses.

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