Why We Do This: A Barn, a Dream, and the Heart Behind Bel Cavallo

Our horses are almost home.

For the past year, we’ve dreamed of this moment.

Of open stall doors.
Of hay stacked high.
Of soft whinnies greeting us at sunrise.

And now, with the final beams in place and names proudly hung above their stalls… that dream is almost real.

Our barn is nearly finished.

Each stall tells a story.

Each stall tells a story.
Balu. Blizzie. And our sweet rescue boy making the journey from California — a horse who will finally have the safe, loving home he deserves.

Seeing their names now engraved above the doors we built for them?
It’s hard to put into words.
But it’s everything.

Why We Do This

We didn’t build Bel Cavallo to chase trends or create a showpiece.

We built it for them.

For our horses who are our family.

For the broodmares who deserve the gentlest hands and the best pastures.

For the foals who will one day thunder across these fields and make their own mark on the world.

We built it for the chance to give them the kind of life we believe they deserve — safe, nurtured, and full of purpose.

Every inch of this barn, from the tack room to the feed bins, was created with intention. Not just to house horses, but to honor them.

And of course, no barn is complete without a few loyal employees—ours just happen to be feline.

We’ve officially welcomed three barn cats to Bel Cavallo:
Gato Del Sol, named after Doug’s favorite racehorse of all time
Bolo, named for a beloved California favorite
– and Cinder, the stepdaughter of our house cat, Babette

They were the first to explore the beams, sneak onto hay bales, and curl up in the tack room where they now have their very own sleeping quarters. It’s safe to say, they’ve given the barn their paw of approval.

Soon, these stalls will no longer be empty.

Soon, the sound of hooves on fresh shavings will echo through these walls.

And with it, the purpose behind all of this — the “why” — will come to life.

Because at Bel Cavallo, we’re building a home for our horses.

One nameplate, one heartbeat, and yes — even one purring barn cat at a time.