Growing up on a small Belgian farm in upstate New York, there were many things I looked forward to each year with the horses: logging, trail rides, wagon rides and hooking up the sleigh in the winter. However, there was one time of the year that was most exciting- foaling season. As I grew older (and started paying attention to more things), I realized if we had had a stud colt born that year, there was talk of “Jeb”. For the longest time, my younger self always thought that it was a possible name for our foal. But that was definitely not the case. From there, I found out that it was a deadly condition, and the intention was to minimize it, if not erase it, from the Belgian bloodline. But that is where my knowledge ended, so recently I did some digging…