PA Zsa Zsa Kaborr
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Zsa Zsa: The Mare Meant to Come Home
The first time I laid eyes on her, she was a skinny three-year-old standing quietly in the back of her stall at the bankruptcy auction for Passion Arabians. She didn’t come to the front. She didn’t seek attention. She simply stood there—waiting.
There were 92 horses at that sale, and I had driven all the way from Kansas to Indiana with hopes of bringing home either her dam, Khopy Khat, or her brother, depending on how the bidding went.
These horses had been starving before the bank took over and tried to get them into better condition. Many were still underweight on sale day.
Khopy Khat was 18 at the time and had a 6-month-old half-Arabian colt at her side. To most eyes, she didn’t stand out—just another older mare past her prime—but I knew who she was. She had a show record and, more importantly, she was one of the last living daughters of Khemosabi.
She sold early in the auction for $1,800. That may not sound like much, but due to her age, her breeding potential was nearly over. Instead, I ended up purchasing her son—Zsa Zsa’s full brother, PA Master Khopy.
He was four years old, unhaltered, and completely untrained—but full of personality. He was run through the sale ring and I purchased him for just $300. Ten minutes later, he was halter broke. He turned out to be the most people-loving, friendly horse I’ve ever owned.
We shared 14 years of flying down trails and competing in endurance rides together. He was incredible—and a total handful. His story deserves a post of its own, and I’ll tell it someday soon.
Five Years Later: Fate Comes Full Circle
Five years after that auction, I saw a listing for Zsa Zsa. The breeder who had purchased her back then was dispersing her herd—and Zsa Zsa was the last one she was willing to let go.
Bringing her home was simple and peaceful. There was no drama when I introduced her to her brother. She walked straight up to his grain bucket, dipped her head in, and they shared from that day forward.
I’m certain they recognized one another. Their bond, their pecking order—it was already established long before I ever entered the picture.
Zsa Zsa’s Legacy
I started Zsa Zsa under saddle immediately. She never bucked, never spooked. Just steady, willing, and smart from day one.
She’s since blessed me with two incredible foals. I first tried breeding her to JK Amadeus using frozen semen, but she didn’t take. I quickly realized fresh semen would be a more economical and suitable choice for her.
So, the next season, I bred her to a full brother of multi-national champion Concencus—a stallion named Montraz, who I believe is vastly underrated. The result was an outstanding colt:
Rain On Me ++++//
He’s earned his Legion of Excellence with multiple National Championships, Reserve National Champion titles, plus numerous Regional titles. He is still young at 8 years old, and continues competing on the national stage, so who knows how far and how many National titles he will end up with.
Next, I bred her to Giaccomo, a son of Marwan Al Shaqab, which produced my beautiful filly, Khatarenya. She’s tall, graceful, and has the calmest, kindest spirit. She’s already been to many horsemanship clinics with me, and at just five years old, she’s proving to be an absolute rockstar. She’ll be my forever riding partner.
Looking Ahead
Zsa Zsa is currently in foal to Arslan Alijassimya, a National Champion stallion with impeccable conformation and a temperament that’s as close to perfect as I’ve seen. I’m hopeful for a 2026 foal (a filly according to ultrasound)—one that will carry forward everything Zsa Zsa is: grace, kindness, and legacy.
