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HORSEY HUMOR, FUNNY PHOTOS,
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Do you have a favorite clean horse joke, riddle, poem or
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Horse Toonville If Horses Were in High School...What Clique would they be in?
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Stage I: Fall off pony. Bounce. Laugh. Climb back on. Repeat. Stage 2: Fall off horse. Run after horse, cussing. Climb back on by shimmying up horses neck. Ride.until sundown. Stage 3: Fall off horse. Use sleeve of shirt to stanch bleeding. Have friend help you get back on horse. Take two Advil and apply ice packs when you get home. Ride next day. State 4: Fall off horse. Refuse advice to call ambulance; drive self to urgent care clinic. Entertain nursing staff with tales of previous daredevil stunts on horseback. Back to riding before cast comes off. Stage 5: Fall off horse. Temporarily forget name of horse and name of husband. Flirt shamelessly with paramedics when they arrive. Spend week in hospital while titanium pins are screwed in place. Start riding again before doctor gives official okay. Stage 6: Fall off horse. Fail to see any humor when hunky paramedic says, You again? Gain firsthand knowledge of advances in medical technology thanks to stint in ICU. Convince self that permanent limp isnt that noticeable. Promise husband youll give up riding. One week later purchase older, slower, shorter horse. Stage 7: Slip off horse. Relieved when artificial joints and implanted medical devices seem unaffected. Tell husband that scrapes and bruises are due to gardening accident. Pretend you dont see husband roll his eyes and mutter as he walks away. Give apple to horse. Stage 8: Go to see horse. Momentarily consider riding but remember arthritis won't let you lift leg high enough to reach stirrup -- even when on mounting block. Share beer with grateful horse & recall "good old days". |
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Horse Hair: Potentially Dangerous!!! In a press release today, the National Institute of Health has announced the discovery of a potentially dangerous substance in the hair of horses.This substance, called "amo-bacter equuii" has been linked with the following symptoms in female humans:
Reluctance to cook
This has been a public service announcement.
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YOU ARE THE GREATEST TEACHER Ron Hevener Author, Fate of the Stallion and The Blue Ribbon Having a stable and loving horses, Im lucky enough to meet a lot of people they are important to; people from all walks of life. Today, the horses we love and care for have a great affect on how we look at the world around us. Horses are in the news, in movies, books, and all kinds of advertisements. What is their appeal? We know the answer to that. Horses appeal to every sense we have, from visual to touch, and the magical result is the most powerful appeal of all &ldots; emotional. Forget about the evolutionary history of horses and worrying about how they may have come into being. Forget about making television documentaries about which breed was the Original Horse and traveling to exotic places to find the last remaining members of that breed on Earth. Thats all grand in a National Geographic kind of way, but the truth is lost in so many forgotten memories that it doesnt matter to the horse in your life right now. What matters is the diversity of this species, and the possibility that there was no single original breed. Do I believe in spontaneous genetics and things like that? Oh, yes; very much so. I also believe the emotional make-up of a living creature, and its mentality, are affected by its physical appearance. But, that could be years of horse shows, raising foals, or the artist in me speaking. We all know our own personalities can rub off on our horses. We know horses are different from dogs or cats or birds and other animals in their basic nature. Along those lines, customers at our stable often ask which horse is the ruler, which is the most loving or which is the most playful. Sometimes, when looking at a horse and searching for an emotional connection customers will ask how I think the horse will turn out for them. When I say it depends on them more than anything else, they are often surprised. The horse is going to learn from you, I say. You are the greatest teacher. When I say, You are the greatest teacher Im not speaking about rigid discipline such as one endures in riding classes. And, maybe rigid isnt the right word for that, but I think it illustrates the difference between fundamental training and the invisible something that develops between you and your horse just by traveling the same path in life. In my novel Fate of the Stallion, that mysterious bond is expressed in a scene where Dan Marshall senses the presence of an Arabian stallion running along the river beside him. The horse seems to be calling him, as if saying Find me! I am yours! and the story reveals the parallels of their lives, showing how man and stallion share the same fate. Likewise, in The Blue Ribbon a novel set in the competitive world of dog shows, there is a scene called Miles To Go. In this scene, Robert Sheffield, a dog show judge loved by two different women who own rival kennels, is hiking in the Canadian woods with his dog, reflecting on love. If youll notice, the path in the woods symbolizes Roberts own path in life, and his dog is right there beside him. Like many of us do, Robert is thinking to his dog in a mental conversation, wondering if he has made the right decision by letting the woman he really loves slip through his fingers. Among the trees, the dog sees a deer, runs after it, but, of course, the deer gets away. She got away? Robert asks. Its OK, fella. Weve got miles to go. In those miles, will there be other deer? Will they see the same deer again? I wasnt sure when I wrote that scene how it would turn out. Animals have an emotional appeal that covers our widest range of feeling. In my writing, whether about horses or dogs, the stories often deal with keeping our sense of love alive. Over and over again, at book signings and lectures, I am asked What does keeping love alive matter to a man like you, who has everything he could possibly want and more than he can handle? I guess my reputation for playfulness has something to do with that. Surely, someone like me doesnt have a care in the world! I say this with tongue in cheek, of course. Married at nineteen, a father soon after that and selling my artwork as souvenirs to tourists, you could say Ive been around the block a few times. In fact, Id say Ive been around the block and all over the neighborhood! Ive met many people in that neighborhood and Ive come to believe our ability to love is eroded by the rotten things that happen to us. It is also nurtured by anything that makes us feel good and important, like our horses. As an artist, my studio has been committed to uplifting, encouraging work such as the Hevener figurines and paintings for over thirty years now. Very few animal lovers are not familiar with our collectible figurines with their open expressions and smiling faces. Even The Antiques Road Show has featured them. And all of our figurines, prints, books or CDs are made in honor of the animals who keep alive our ability to love, in a world where it is very difficult to do so. Lets talk about that world. Today, we are facing a crumbling economy. Let me rephrase that. Were not facing a crumbling economy; were in it. Just about everywhere we turn, something is falling apart. All of us know people who have lost their jobs. All of us see businesses closing. All of us see odd legislation being passed things we never would have considered before the day in September that changed it all. There is a sense of uneasiness around us. And its growing. As we deal with serious issues more and more, as our families fracture and our natures become more hardened, our pets become a comfort to us and sometimes the only way to keep our hearts open. At a recent high school appearance, I spoke in the auditorium about the many things people can do with their lives; the many adventures they can have in the creative fields I know something about. Publishing, the record business, television, movies, horse racing, dog shows, horse shows, the art world; surely I could open doors for them in an exciting array of lifes opportunities. But, looking around that auditorium, I saw no spark of interest or imagination. As we left that school, I said to my assistant, Maxine, this is the first time I can ever remember not even reaching one soul. And I asked myself what kind of society would want zombie-like citizens such as I had just seen. Was it an inner city school I had just been to? Yes. Was it New York or Chicago or Philadelphia? No. It was a school in the town of Lancaster, Pennsylvania; in the county known for its industrious Pennsylvania Dutch; the county in which I live. Were they Pennsylvania Dutch kids I was speaking with? No, they were not. In much the same way that Hawaii was invaded by outsiders and the values of its native population changed forever, Lancaster County has changed and I doubt if there was even one student of Pennsylvania Dutch background in that school. This is serious. Its why teachers are giving up. And it has happened in our lifetime! The hopelessness of those students mirrored the hopelessness of their homes. But I knew these kids had pets at home, too. How did I know? I asked them. In a show of hands, reluctant at first, I had found out how many had horses, dogs, cats, fish and other pets. And I thought to myself, this is the first thing theyre responding to. In a world where so much is out of their control, they dont feel like they can reach the lofty things Im talking about and maybe they cant. But they can have an influence on their pets, and thats a start. Today, right now, our horses are more important than ever. In order to keep horses and take care of them, we have to provide for them. To provide for your horse, you have to buy feed and pay board. Which feed is best, you wonder? Which boarding facility is right for me? You must pick a veterinarian for your horse. Who is the best vet around, you ask? If you want to breed your mare, you must find a stallion. Where do I find the perfect match, you ask, searching out national registry for your breed. When the foal is born, its one of the most magical experiences of your life. Youll always remember it. Now, you must raise this new foal and for the next couple of months you will do everything you can to raise it well. Youll have paper work to fill out: a registration and pedigree to prepare and sign. Youll meet new people when families come to meet this new foal you brought into the world. Everywhere your horse takes you, there are other horse people talking things over. Before you know it, you have found a lifestyle and a reason to live like no other. That school of the zombies? It took me a while, but I finally figured it out. They didnt want to see an author that day. They wanted a ray of hope. I guess I should have brought a horse with me. Next time, Ill remember that.
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Things Not To Say To a Hot and Tired Farrier
If you will just give each of the dogs a piece of hoof they will get
out from under the horse and quit fighting.
As much as you charge, I should get to use that truck too.
If you get that done in 30 minutes, you'll be making $160. per hour.
That's not the way they did it on that horseshoeing show.
I see who makes all the money in horses - farriers!
My last farrier couldn't finish - they gave me your name and number.
You don't mind if I feed the other horses, do you?
Are you sure you have them on the correct foot?
If he didn't kick like that, I'd trim him myself.
Would you mind trimming my new BLM mustang?
Can we shoe him in the arena? If he rears in the barn, he hits his
head.
You sure earned your money on that one!
I forgot you were coming; I just turned all the horses out.
Can you make it after six, or on Sunday, I have to work.
I just cannot believe that he bit you.
I read all about the Natural Way to trim on the internet, and you're
supposed to...
Did that hurt?
I know that he is difficult to shoe, but he is so good on the trails.
It doesn't look like he's leaning from here.
Good morning - glad you're here - can we reschedule? I have a lot
going on today.
It's so cool that he can balance on just two feet.
Can you shoe him so that he doesn't paw?
Don't tell my husband that I used the grocery money.
Most times when he kicks, he misses!
Just do the hinds - I'll do the fronts.
I left the checkbook in the car, and my wife/husband just left - can
you bill me?
I'm sure glad you don't mind working on muddy feet.
Does it mean my horses have some sort of deficiency when they chew
the paint off your truck like that?
This horse does forge, also interferes, and sometimes hits his
knees....
we need to keep the price down on this bill.
I got a bargain on these shoes at a rummage sale, could you use them
instead and save me some money?
Oops! Wrong horse.
I know I said just a trim, but can we shoe 'em as well?
My weanling colt needs a trim, and I figured you could halter break
him at the same time.
I've got a new horse whose feet are in pretty bad shape. The
previous owners said their farrier wouldn't work on him.
I know it's been a long day for you; that's why I saved the worst
one for last.
If my other farrier's ribs weren't broken, he'd be able to get shoes
on this horse.
It's a good thing you're slow today, or he'd have had shoes on when
he kicked your truck.
My grandpa used to shoe horses like you, only he used a sledge and a
corn knife.
I don't understand why the shoes didn't stay on. I just had them
done 12weeks ago.
There is a definite "classical" method one should strictly follow
while one's horse is bucking
1. Ensure that you have an audience. There is absolutely no point in
being decked by your horse unless there are, oh, say a hundred
people around to watch. This way, you will have made them feel
better about their own inadequacies, and you won't have to go into
tedious detail explaining to everyone you know exactly how it
happened. It is considered good form if at least one of the audience
members is either:
A. Someone you admire and want to impress; or
B. Someone you despise and don't want to give any ammo to; or
C. Someone you have the hots for and want to impress; or
D. Your best friend, who will have no compunction in falling over,
laughing and pointing.
2. Try to be spectacular. I mean, anyone can just get bucked off and
land on their backside, can't they? You want to try to make
this "the decking to end all deckings." The Titanic of bucks. You
get the picture. Now, for this you will need the following: An
extremely acrobatic horse - you want one of those twisty-turny
jobbies last seen at the National Rodeo Championships; a supple
back - you should practice somersaults, pirouettes and handstands at
home; a hat- see, I can be sensible!!!
3. It is best if this buck comes at a time when everyone is watching
you, but no-one is prepared for what is to come. During a dressage
test is good. Your horse should be working nicely, giving no
indication that you are about to become "the person who learned to
fly." Of course, experts at this will point to the tail swishing,
the ears twitching back, and the tension around the nostrils, but
they are show-offs and should be ignored. To the uninitiated, this
will look like a dramatic performance which you and your horse have
practiced at home.
4. When the horse leaves the ground, and launches you into the air
like a cannon ball, it is far more gratifying for the crowd if you
can let out a blood-curdling yell. Kind of like William Wallace when
they cut his, um, thingies off. Practice this at home. When the
local rangers knock on your door, asking if you are keeping a wild
cougar in your back yard, you will know you have it right.
5. You should try to stay elevated as long as possible. The longer
the better. If your arms and legs fly in impossible directions, as
if you were a rag doll, you will achieve additional marks for
artistic impression.
6. When you land, try to do so with a thud! The kind of dull kind
that you hear when you drop a melon from a great height. Try not to
go "splat" - it puts the audience off their hamburgers.
7. Lie immobile for a while, as your horse runs off into the
distance. After a suitable time, raise your head and groan : "you
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Hi Folks at Whinny, I just wanted to let you know I have just made my 3rd purchase that I have found on Whinny. I have purchased a wonderful pony from Saratoga county that I never would have found without Whinny, and excellent buy on a trailer from western NY that I never would have found without Whinny and now a great saddle from Gabriels. I have met some very nice horseman and woman and I want you to know that everything was as advertised. The conditions were stated honestly, nothing was over stated and I think this is a credit to you that should be acknowledged. I appreciate your site very much and visit it every day. Thanks, Joan (Thank YOU Joan! You made our day!)
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Note: I hope the owners of this "gelding from Montana" aren't too disappointed when this quiet stud has no offspring? This is an actual ad. The names have been changed to protect the confused. Printed with permission (and good humor) of the owner.
"{Nice Horse}" is a registered AQHA gelding from {Out West}, 10 year old stud, being stood in 2005 at {Local Farm and Training}. This is a double Doc Bar working stud. Extremely quiet, he works cattle, ropes, pleasure, trail rides. He stands 14.3 hands, bay, pasture or hand breeding. Don't pass up this bloodline, we stand his bloodlines against any performance horse in the {state}! |
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When I am an Old Horsewoman
When I am an old Horsewoman I shall wear turquoise and diamonds, and a straw hat that doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my social security on red wine and carrots, And sit in my alley-way of my barn And listen to my horses breathe.
I will sneak out in the middle of a summer night And ride the old bay gelding, Across the moonstruck meadow If my old bones will allow.
And when people come to call, I will smile and nod As I walk past the gardens to the barn and show instead the flowers growing inside stalls fresh-lined with straw. I will shovel and sweat and wear hay in my hair as if it were a jewel.
And I will be an embarrassment to all, Who will not yet have found the peace in being free to have a horse as a best friend, A friend who waits at midnight hour With muzzle and nicker and patient eyes For the kind of woman I will be When I am old.
Author Unknown ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Another version:
When I am old
I will wear soft gray sweatshirts
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CHEROKEE WISDOM A Cherokee Indian elder was teaching his grandchildren about life. He said to them, "A fight is going on inside me... it is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One wolf represents fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self- pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other stands for joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. This same fight is going on inside of you, and inside every other person, too." The children thought about it for a minute and then one child asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?
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Are you experiencing too many
second and third finishes behind inferior
Well, this simple chain letter is
meant to bring relief and happiness
In one week you should receive
16,436 horses, and at least one of them
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The Kern County, California, Sheriff's Department orders plain white
patrol units and has the graphics applied locally. In this case, what
they ordered was not quite what they got.
This car was driven for 1 week before an officer noticed what the graphics company employee did on the passenger side of the car. The employee did this on his last day working for the graphics company before he retired.

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An old man, a boy and a mule were going to town.
The old man and the boy thought that maybe the critics were
If you try to please everyone, you might as well kiss your ass good-by
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Dear Whinny,
My sorrel mare, Kiwi, is the sassiest little thing. I was hugging her nose(hard not too)on her left side, and she took her right hoof and deliberately crossed it in front of her left one and rested it on my toe without putting the slightest bit of weight on it.
Sincerely,
Veronica
1. What is the fear of horses called?
A. Hippophobia
B. Riddiophobia
C. Sadlophobia
D. Equiphobia
2. Which is NOT a form of horse racing?
A. Flat racing
B. Harness racing
C. Steeplechasing
D. Hop-scotching
3. Which is NOT a breed of American saddle horse?
A. Tennessee Walker
B. Morgan
C. Quarter Horse
D. Kentucky Sprinter
4. How many horses have been Triple Crown winners?
A. 11
B. 21
C. 31
D. 13
5. The horse's single toe on each of its four feet is its most marked
anatomical characteristic and makes it a perissodactyl or odd-toed
ungulate. The horse shares this trait with which other animal?
A. Rhinoceros
B. Tapir
C. Elephant
D. Cow
E. A and B>
Trivia One Answers
1. What is the fear of horses called? A. Hippophobia
FTO: Hey, you know we dosn't make this stuff up, right?!?
2. Which is NOT a form of horse racing? D. Hop-scotching
FTO: Did you know that horse racing may well be the oldest
sport? By the
time humans began recording history it was already well
established. Does
that mean that book making may really be the oldest profession?
3. Which is NOT a breed of American saddle horse?D. Kentucky Sprinter
FTO: Although, it could be an unofficial breed!
4. How many horses have been Triple Crown winners? A. 11
FTO: They are Sir Barton, Gallant Fox, Omaha, War Admiral,
Whirlaway, Count Fleet, Assault, Citation, Secretariat, Seattle Slew,
and Affirmed. The last one was in 1978.
5. The horse's single toe on each of its four feet is its most
marked anatomical characteristic and makes it a perissodactyl or odd-toed
ungulate. The horse shares this trait with which other
animal?E. A and B FTO: Very
curious, indeed.
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6. Which is NOT one of the three classic American races that make
up the Triple Crown?
A. The Bluegrass Stakes
B. The Belmont Stakes
C. The Preakness Stakes
D. The Kentucky Derby
7. The horse is the common name for hoofed, herbivorous mammals that
include the domestic horse and three groups of undomesticated
species. These do NOT include which of the following?
A. The Zebra
B. The Ass
C. Przewalski's Wild Horse
D. Mule
8. Which is NOT one of the three Arabian subbreeds?
A. Turks from European Turkey and Asian Minor.
B. Arabians from the regions between Damascus and the Euphrates River.
C. Barbs from the Barbary states of northern Africa.
D. Zulus from South Africa.
9. Which is NOT a breed of horse developed in the ancient world?
A. Egyptian and Babylonian horses were the forerunners of the
swift Arabian.
B. Europe's domesticated horse was heavier and slower, but more powerful
than the desert breeds, and were the
predecessors to modern draft horses.
C. An ancestral strain found in the British Isles was the
antecedent of
various breeds of modern ponies.
D. The Amazonians carefully bred a line of mules whose blood lines
still remain true
today.
10. How were horses introduced to the Americas?
A. They were brought by Spanish Conquistadors and explorers in the
16th century.
B. They crossed the land bridge with early man.
C. They were always there.
D. Leif Eriksson and his Viking crew brought them.
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Trivia Two Answers
6. Which is NOT one of the three classic American races that make
up the Triple Crown?A. The Bluegrass Stakes
7. The horse is the common name for hoofed, herbivorous mammals that include the domestic horse and three groups of undomesticated species. These do NOT include which of the following? D. Mule FTO: The mule is actually a cross of the ass and the horse.
8. Which is NOT one of the three Arabian subbreeds?D. Zulus from
South Africa.
9. Which is NOT a breed of horse developed in the ancient world?
D. The Amazonians carefully bred a line of
mules whose blood lines still remain true
today. FTO: Mules cannot be
bred! They are sterile.
10. How were horses introduced to the Americas?A. They were
brought by Spanish
Conquistadors and explorers in the 16th century.
Sing it to the tune of "Hello Mother, Hello Father" from camp song
The Sheath Cleaning Song
How's it hangin'?
So much cleaner.
Aren't you glad I
washed your wiener?
I'll admit it's
kinda creepy
that I had to stick my arm up in your pee-pee.
It was sticky.
It was gunky.
It felt icky.
It smelled funky.
It was cruddy,
it was crusty--
when you stuck it out, it creaked like it was rusty.
After half an
hour of toilin'
and of squirtin'
baby oil in,
you're as fresh there
as a daisy.
Either this means I love you or else I'm crazy!!!
I can save you money on gas!
Alright folks, step right up! You don't want to pay $4.69 for gas, no problem, I have the perfect vehicle for you. Needs no gas, no oil, or even a battery, just a little grass and water will do these animals fine. Now everyone has different needs, so choose from the following models:
1. Trail Horse - Your average run around town animal. Has the energy to get where you are going, the brain to find the best way to go, big enough to carry the normal sized American.
2. The Arabian - perfect for those who travel long distances in a day and try to multi task while driving. Although the Arabian may not go to your home or office with out specific instruction, it WILL go somewhere.
3. The Draft - Calling all soccer moms. This big guy can carry the whole team, their gear and snacks. Just like the big machines, this guy will require more fuel, and his shoes will be more expensive than the compact model.
4. The Western Pleasure - The right car for the high end white collar workers. This animal works harder and requires more special knowledge so only the best can figure this out. Be sure to take your cell phone. You won't be stuck in traffic, you just won't be getting anywhere fast.
5. The Parelli - Salesmen, stay at home moms, and high school kids will all enjoy this dream. You can load him down with flapping Wal-mart bags, ask him to walk in places a horse won't fit, and you can dance with him as you listen to the latest tunes.
6. The Ranch - The most dependable animal available. He will go where ever you ask him to, at whatever speed is appropriate. You can tie him to the stop sign and he will be there when you get back. Best of all, this model has been specially engineered to be able to go without water for days and stay fat and slick by eating sagebrush and dead prairie grass.
Of course all models are available in base colors (sorrel, bay, black) Special order colors are available (dun, gray, palomino) and for an additional fee, custom paint jobs are also available (overo, tobiano, blanket, leopard).
No horse is sold with a warranty, however maintenance plans are available in the event brakes, steering, or accelerator fail.
[author and location of sales lot unknown]
ON WITH THE
SHOW! ...
"The Mysterious Visitor"
... Ron Hevener
He was an old man now, although he never thought of himself that way. Inside, he was the same as always, wasn't he? The same little boy frightened by the flash of lightning and the rolling patter of rain against his window. The dogs are scared tonight, he thought. They don't understand Nature ripping apart the sky, the moon, the stars.
Pulling a blanket over his head, he breathed deeply, wondering if dogs talk among themselves, fooling us into believing they don't understand what Nature can do. Let me sleep, he thought, his mind blurring to an orchestra of raindrops and shadows dancing in the night ... rolling to the Samba of a mysterious visitor.
Was it raining that night so long ago, he asked himself? Or was it his grandpa ... standing like a tall ghost in white long-johns, gray beard down to his chest, saying, "Come, child ... don't be afraid."
Gently, the grandfather wiped away the little boy's tears. "I heard you," he said. "I knew I had to come and see you." The little boy loved his grandfather. He could talk with his grandfather in a way that he couldn't talk with anyone else in the world.
Taking his hand, the grandfather led the boy past a collection of glass dogs and plastic horses on the dresser, lined up like toy soldiers on the windowsill, and past childish drawings of animals taped onto plaster walls. Down the hall, past the door to his parents' room they went; down the stairs, through the kitchen and outside to the porch. They stood there, side by side, for the longest time, watching, listening, breathing-in the storm as it washed the world clean.
A flash of lightning!
"Did you see him?" the grandfather asked. The little boy didn't see him.
Another burst of light!
"Up there," the grandfather pointed. "On the mountain. Beside that big rock."
The boy rubbed his eyes and tried. He tried his best. He wanted to see, but he didn't.
"What does he look like, Grandpa?"
"Beautiful," the grandfather said. "A long time ago, when I was clearing this mountain, we used teams of horses - strong horses - to pull the logs away. They pulled them all the way to the river, and that's where we pushed the logs into the water and they floated down to the saw mill. The mill paid us by the log and my loan payment was due at the bank."
The boy could hardly imagine his grandfather doing such things. But, people who loved animals were amazing. People who loved animals were magic!
"I had a white stallion back then. I called him 'Lightning.' He was the strongest and the most beautiful horse around. Pure white, with a flowing mane and tail. He was special. One night, I was hurrying to clear off a section of trees. I knew a storm was coming, and the rest of the lumbermen had gone home and it was getting dark, but, my horses knew the way to the river. One last load, I told myself. Just one more and I can make that bank payment. That's when it happened."
"What, Grandpa? What happened?"
"A pack of stray dogs came at us and you never saw such fighting. My own dog, Shep, held them off as long as he could, but they went for the horses - biting and snapping. Jumping like wolves! I couldn't hold the horses back!"
The old man grew quiet, seeing it all again. "Lightning reared up and started running for the river. He ran all the way, pulling that log, and me and the other horses with him. If it wasn't for Shep holding them off, I think those dogs would have torn me and the horses apart."
"Did you make it?" the little boy asked. "Did you make it to the river?" But, he knew the answer. He knew it well.
"We made it," his grandpa nodded strangely, as he recalled the haunting moment. "The stallion led the other horses right into the river and pulled the log along with us. Some of the dogs jumped in, but the water swirled up and swept them away. It was a log jam. We weren't going to make it. I had to do something!"
The boy knew what his grandfather had done. He knew the story from other ghostly visits like this, when life was stormy and he was afraid. He could see his grandfather and the horses trapped in the log jam as he so often felt trapped. He could feel leather reins slipping from his grandfather's desperate grip, tangling madly around legs -- arms -- and pulling them under the churning waters.
He had never told anybody of his mysterious visitors. Never breathed a word of the grandfather watching over every storm of his life, or the spirit of the stallion roaming the mountain forever ... mane flying proudly in the wind, hooves pounding to the beat of a Samba, electric screams shattering the night....
"Can you see him?" the grandfather asked, as he so often did in dreams like this.
"Yes, Grandpa. I can see
him," said the little boy in the dream who loved horses, dogs
and magic ... the boy who became an old man and never thought of
himself that way.

Comments from Readers:
True story?
RH: Very close to it. Writers are allowed to use "creative license" you know. But, if you believe in mysterious things - and most animal lovers do - it's not that much of a stretch. Is it?
By Scooter Grubb
Just recently, after years of research, I have finally been able to give a name to what my wife and I have been living with for years.
It's an affliction, for sure, which when undiagnosed and misunderstood can devastate and literally tear a family apart. Very little is known about O.C.E.A.N. Syndrome. But it is my hope this article will generate interest from researchers involved in the equine and psychological sciences. You will, no doubt, begin to identify similar symptoms in your own family and hopefully now be able to cope.
OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE EQUINE ATTACHMENT NEUROSIS SYNDROME O.C.E.A.N.S) is usually found in the female and can manifest itself anytime from birth to the golden years. Symptoms may appear any time and may even go dormant in the late teens, but the syndrome frequently re-emerges in later years.
Symptoms vary widely in both number and degree of severity. Allow me to share some examples which are most prominent in our home.
The afflicted individual:
1. Can smell moldy hay at ten paces, but can't tell whether milk has gone bad until it turns chunky.
2. Finds the occasional "Buck and Fart" session hugely entertaining, but severely chastises her husband for similar antics.
3. Will spend hours cleaning and conditioning her tack, but wants to eat on paper plates so there are no dishes.
4. Considers equine gaseous excretions a fragrance.
5. Enjoys mucking out four stalls twice a day, but insists on having a housekeeper mop the kitchen floor once a week.
6. Will spend an hour combing and trimming an equine mane, but wears a baseball cap so she doesn't waste time brushing her own hair.
7. Will dig through manure piles daily looking for worms, but does not fish.
8. Will not hesitate to administer a rectal exam up to her shoulder, but finds cleaning out the Thanksgiving turkey cavity for dressing quite repulsive.
9. By memory can mix eight different supplements in the correct proportions, but can't make macaroni and cheese that isn't soupy.
10. Twice a week will spend an hour scrubbing algae from the water tanks, but has a problem cleaning lasagna out of the casserole dish.
11. Will pick a horse's nose, and call it cleaning, but becomes verbally violent when her husband picks his.
12. Can sit through a four-hour session of a ground work clinic, but unable to make it through a half-hour episode of Cops.
The spouse of an afflicted victim:
1. Must come to terms with the fact there is no cure, and only slightly effective treatments. The syndrome may be genetic or caused by the inhaling of manure particles which, I propose, have an adverse effect on female hormones.
2. Must adjust the family budget to include equine items - hay,veterinarian services, farrier services, riding boots and clothes, supplements, tack, equine masseuse and acupuncturist - as well as the (mandatory) equine spiritual guide, etc. Once you have identified a monthly figure, never look at it again. Doing so will cause tightness in your chest, nausea and occasional diarrhea.
3. Must realize that your spouse has no control over this affliction. More often than not, she will deny a problem even exists as denial is common.
4. Must form a support group. You need to know you're not alone - and there's no shame in admitting your wife has a problem. My support group, for instance, involves men who truly enjoy Harley Davidsons, four-day weekends and lots of scotch. Most times, she is unaware that I am even gone, until the precise moment she needs help getting a 50-pound bag of grain out of the truck.
Ron Hevener
As a writer, I am always searching for information; always gathering news and observing trends related to horse lovers. This isn't limited to breeding, raising, feeding and showing. It goes much further than that. Today, horse lovers have broadened into psychology, fashion, legislation and all manner of discoveries, coming at us in a bombardment of information like never before.
Like all of us, I find this information on TV, in magazines, papers, newsletters, radio, Internet, at seminars, conventions, lectures and in the movies. And, like many of us, I wonder why more of it isn't on the sports pages of my local newspaper.
Recently, an editorial in one of the foremost horse magazines illustrated the scope of this question. I've been observing the writings of this editor for a while now, because very few minds in animal husbandry dare to say out loud what he is expressing. This particular editorial caught my attention as if it was written in bold print.
What was he saying that "hit the mark?" He was telling it like it is.
He was saying that, as a kid, he knew the make of a gun better than he knew anything about horses. Put into today's perspective, kids know guns, cars and drugs better than they know horses. Why is this?
With all the media we have at our disposal, where are horses while these kids are growing up? Have they just evaporated into thin air?
For an answer, I went to a place where I so often do my best thinking. I went to a horse show. I looked around at all the people. I studied the artists and vendors at their booths. I felt the sense of excitement and the pulsing murmur of voices. It was good. It was creative.
It was inspired by the love of horses.
But, was the local newspaper covering this gathering of people? An estimated twenty-thousand people walked through the gates of that show in two days. Did reporters cover the event? I didn't see any.
So, I asked myself: Why not? I asked myself why so many people must stumble into our world of horses instead of knowing about it as well as they know about baseball, or football or golf? And, just like the magazine editor I mentioned at the beginning of this article, I knew the power to change this was in our own hands.
But, how do we make such changes? Actually, it's as simple as taking a piece of clay in my studio and shaping it into whatever you want it to be. The clay can be compared to "Life." And you, as the artist, can transform that clay into whatever you want it to be.
I guess, after a lifetime of working with clay and paints, I do make it sound easier than what it is. But, not really. You see, making a sculpture in clay -- or a painting, a book, a song or anything creative -- is a matter of making the right choices and decisions leading up to the objective you hold in mind. If the objective is to raise the profile of our horses in the public eye, it means reaching out to decision-makers who speak to the public.
Every horse show, every dog show, every pet expo is a public event. It's news in the town, county and state in which it happens. It's news when thousands of people attend a special event.
Spreading this news isn't just up to the "powers that be." It's up to the players, themselves, too. If your horse wins a class, or your dog show business has something new to offer, these things are of interest to the general public. It doesn't hurt to type them up as a brief report and send them to a newspaper editor.
If enough horse lovers send reports of their victories to their local newspapers, radio stations and TV stations, these places will report them. If not, then ask why. Do whatever you must to make your stories interesting enough -- important enough -- for news coverage. That's how public opinion is shaped: just like a piece of clay. And this kind of clay is in the hands of horse lovers like you.
COMMENTS & QUESTIONS
How do you write something for the newspaper?
When something like this is written for the paper, or radio or TV, it's called a 'press release.' There isn't really a special format for press releases, except that they include certain basic information. Be sure your press release is typewritten, that it includes the name of the organization holding the event, the person a reporter should contact for more information and a concise report of what happened (or what is going to happen). Brief and to the point is best when it comes to these things. And make sure everything is spelled correctly!
How do we know if an editor is going to run our story?
You don't. All you can be sure of, is that the editor (or someone in the newsroom) has seen your story ... they might run it or they might not. But, you can count on them noticing if you submit another story on down the line. And, eventually, they could very well start publishing your reports. Especially if other horse lovers in your area are doing the same thing. That kind of activity catches their attention.
Any other advice?
s. A lot of horse lovers are afraid of sending out press releases. Yet the more publicity horse lovers get, the stronger our numbers will be. This will have an impact on everything affecting horses in our town, our state and our whole country. Most important, it means those kids we talked about will see how their love of horses can be the ticket to a whole new world.
Dear Editor:
Thank you for your interest in my column, "On With The Show." Response to last month's article, "In Your Own Hands" was the strongest ever. Clearly, it was important to readers.
Most of the notes and phone calls were from readers wanting to expand and grow in the public media. They are proud of their wins, excited by their shows and they love their animal-related activities. Other readers expressed fear of criticism by angry animal rights organizations or local law-enforcers -- and this was alarming. "Now" isn't the time for anyone in the world of purebred animals to hide.
As a writer, I'm familiar with controversy. My column centers on people raising purebred animals and my novel, 'High Stakes' is probably the only book in print that includes a 20-year documentation of international crimes committed by a violent animal 'rights' movement. Believe me, criticism in the press isn't something to be afraid of. It can turn out to be a great way to give your point of view.
Horse shows, Dog shows, Cat shows, Races, Agility events, Pet Expos, Circuses, Rodeos, County Fairs - these are healthy, fun events for the whole family. I say, let's out-number, out-talk and out-savvy anybody who criticizes our way of life. It's imperative that we re-image ourselves and expand our visibility in the mainstream media. Nothing should be more important to us right now than this. Thank you for supporting my column.
On With The Show!
Ron Hevener
www.ronhevener.com
What Cliques Would They Be In?
· Quarter Horses: Definitely jocks. Strutting around flexing those muscles, showing off their butts...definitely jocks.
· Thoroughbreds: Preppies. Sometimes athletes, never 'jocks'. Monogrammed blankets, leather halters, Nike eventer shoes, the latest custom trailer and tack. They are the "new money" rich.
· Appaloosas: Could only be the stoners. They like to trip acid so they can watch their spots move.
· Arabians: RAH! RAH! SIS BOOM BAH! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO TEAM!! (need I say more?)
· Shetland Ponies: Frightening, spiky hairdos, snotty attitudes and any color of the rainbow .... Gotta be PUNKS. Some even sport tattoos.
· Friesians: Big, buff, and always in black, they are the biker clique. Cigs hanging out of the corner of their mouths, dangerous glint in the eyes, daring anyone to cross their path.
· Morgans: They're the nerdy teacher's pets, running around doing everything from yearbook to decorating the gym and ratting out the bikers, stoners and jocks. They have perpetual wedgies.
· Drafts (all breeds): No real clique, they're just the big guys who sit in the back of the room and fart a lot (and then laugh). Who's going to STOP them?
· Icelandics and Paso Finos: They're the little squirrely geeks who flit around a dance trying to fit in and fail miserably. The kind who wear Toughskins jeans from Sears (or would that be rip off WeathaBeetas??).
· Ahkle Tekl (Akle Takl? Ackle Tackle....!! Akhal Teke!!): Foreign exchange student(s). And no one can spell their names either.
· Hackney Ponies: A breed this manic would have to be a band geek. Marching along with their knees and heads held high.....even going to the bathroom.
· Warmbloods: Old Money Preppies, as opposed to the TBs who are new money preppies. All their tack is imported from Europe, they drink Perrier water and eat only organically grown feed. They look down on everyone and talk amongst themselves about summer in Paris and skiing in Gstad and wasn't it dreadful how provincial Spruce Meadows has become?
by Lauren Davis Baker
God gives us horses and compels some of us to love them. Yet why does the horse, an animal with such a big heart, live such a short life? Perhaps it's because if our horses lived any longer, we couldn't be able to bear losing them. Or, perhaps it's because God wants to jump.
Perhaps God looks down on the fine horses we raise and decides when it's His turn to ride. He gives us a few good years to care for and learn from them, but when the time is right; it's up to us to see them off gracefully.
O.K., perhaps not gracefully. Blowing into a Kleenex is rarely graceful. But we can be grateful.
To have a horse in your life is a gift. In the matter of a few short years, a horse can teach a girl courage, if she chooses to grab mane and hang on for dear life. Even the smallest of ponies is mightier than the tallest of girls. To conquer the fear of falling off, having one's toes crushed, or being publicly humiliated at a horse show is an admirable feat f or any child. For that, we can be grateful.
Horses teach us responsibility. Unlike a bicycleor a computera horse needs regular care and most of it requires that you get dirty and smelly and up off the couch. Choosing to leave your cozy kitchen to break the crust of ice off the water buckets is to choose responsibility. When our horses dip their noses and drink heartily, we know we've made the right choice.
Learning to care for a horse is both an art and a science. Some are easy keepers, requiring little more than regular turn-out, a flake of hay, and a trough of clean water. Others will test youyou'll
struggle to keep them from being too fat or too thin. You'll have their feet shod regularly only to find shoes gone missing. Some are so accident-prone you'll swear they're intentionally finding new ways to injure themselves.
If you weren't raised with horses, you can't know that they have unique personalities. You'd expect this from dogs, but horses? Indeed, there are clever horses, grumpy horses, and even horses with a sense of humor. Those prone to humor will test you by finding new ways to escape from the barn when you least expect it. I found one of ours on the front porch one morning, eating the cornstalks I'd carefully arranged as Halloween decorations.
Horses can be timid or brave, lazy or athletic, obstinate or willing. You will hit it off with some horses and others will elude you altogether. There are as many "types" of horses as there are peoplewhich makes the whole partnership thing all the more interesting.
If you've never ridden a horse, you probably assume it's a simple thing you can learn in a weekend. You can, in fact, learn the basics on a Sundaybut to truly ride well takes a lifetime. Working with a living being is far more complex than turning a key in the ignition and putting the car in "drive."
In addition to listening to your instructor, your horse will have a few things to say to you as well. On a good day, he'll be happy to go along with the program and tolerate your mistakes; on a bad day, you'll swear he's trying to kill you. Perhaps he's naughty or perhaps he's fed up with how slowly you're learning his language. Regardless, the horse will have an opinion. He may choose to challenge you (which can ultimately make you a better rider) or he may carefully carry you over fencesif it suit s him. It all depends on the partnershipand partnership is what it's all about.
If you face your fears, swallow your pride, and are willing to work at it, you'll learn lessons in courage, commitment, and compassion in addition to basic survival skills. You'll discover just how hard you're willing to work toward a goal, how little you know, and how much you have to learn. And, while some people think the horse "does all the work", you'll be challenged physically as well as mentally. Your horse may humble you completely. Or, you may find that sitting on his back is the closest you'll get to heaven.
You can choose to intimidate your horse, but do you really want to? The results may come more quickly but will your work ever be as graceful as that gained through trust? The best partners choose to listen, as well as to tell. When it works, we experience a sweet sense of accomplishment brought about by smarts, hard work, and mutual understanding between horse and rider. These are the days when you know with absolute certainty that your horse is enjoying his work.
If we make it to adulthood with horses still in our lives, most of us have to squeeze riding into our oversaturated schedules; balancing our need for things equine with those of our households and employers. There is never enough time to ride, or to ride as well as we'd like. Hours in the barn are stolen pleasures.
If it is in your blood to love horses, you share your life with them. Our horses know our secrets; we braid our tears into their manes and whisper our hopes into their ears. A barn is a sanctuary in an unsettled world, a sheltered place where life's true priorities are clear: a warm place to sleep, someone who loves us, and the luxury of regular meals. Some of us need these reminders.
When you step back, it's not just about horsesit's about love, life, and learning. On any given day, a friend is celebrating the birth of a foal, a blue ribbon, or recovery from an illness. That same day, there is also loss: a broken limb, a case of colic, a decision to sustain a life or end it gently. As horse people, we share the accelerated life cycle of horses: the hurried rush of life, love, loss, and death that caring for these animals brings us. When our partners pass, it is more than a moment of sorrow.
We mark our loss with words of gratitude for the ways our lives have been blessed. Our memories are of joy, awe, and wonder. Absolute union. We honor our horses for their brave hearts, courage, and willingness to give. To those outside our circle, it must seem strange. To see us in our muddy boots, who would guess such poetry lives in our hearts? We celebrate our companions with praise worthy of heroes. Indeed, horses have the hearts of warriors and often carry us into and out of fields of battle.
Listen to stories of that once-in-a-lifetime horse; of journeys made and challenges met. The best of horses rise to the challenges we set before them, asking little in return. Those who know them understand how fully a horse can hold a human heart. Together, we share the pain of sudden loss and the lingering taste of long-term illness. We shoulder the burden of deciding when or whether to end the life of a true companion.
In the end, we're not certain if God entrusts us to our horses or our horses to us. Does it matter? We're grateful God loaned us the horse in the first place. And so we pray:
Dear God,
After You've enjoyed a bit of jumping, please give our fine horses the best of care. And, if it's not too much, might we have at least one more good gallop when we meet again?
Amen
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An offering I make.
Restore my feet for me.
Restore my legs for me.
Restore my body for me.
Restore my mind for me.
Restore my voice for me.
This very day take out your spell for me.
Happily I recover.
Happily my interior becomes cool.
Happily I go forth.
My interior feeling cool, may I walk.
No longer sore, may I walk.
Impervious to pain, may I walk.
With lively feelings may I walk.
As it used to be long ago, may I walk.
Happily may I walk.
Happily, with abundant dark clouds, may I walk.
Happily, with abundant showers, may I walk.
Happily, with abundant plants, may I walk.
Happily, on a trail of pollen, may I walk.
Happily may I walk.
Being as it used to be long ago, may I walk.
May it be beautiful before me.
May it be beautiful behind me.
May it be beautiful below me.
May it be beautiful above me.
May it be beautiful all around me.
In beauty it is finished.
In beauty it is finished.
My best Horse Moment had to do with "Beaner". For those of you who don't know her, she is a 24 yr old Palomino qh that has been a member of our family for 22 years , a 4H horse, show pony, competitive trail mount, lesson horse, driving horse, appeared in 2 commercials, a layot for Victoria Secrets, and she has also had the privilege of being used as part of a child's Make-A-Wish dream twice in her lifetime.
I was called by the Make-A-Wish foundation several years ago because they were looking for a horse that would be suitable for a 16 yr old girl to ride who had Spina Bifada and multiple other physical problems . "Beaner" had been being used as a therapy horse since she was a 3 yr old and was more then suitable and safe.
Several physicians releases had to be procured as this young girl had been under many physical restrictions. She was wheel chair bound, had equipment to help her breathe, and was attached to other life assistance equipment.
Her wish was simple: She wanted to ride a horse. Such a simple dream for any young girl.
She arrived at my home in an ambulance with 2 attendants, her mother, grandmother and a rep from Make-A-Wish. She was gently placed in her wheelchair. A lap tray was attached so that she would be able to have a horse "eat from her hand". This was another part of her wish.
I put a halter and leadline on "Beaner" and led her out to this young girl and all her entourage. "Beaner" did something very uncharacteristic ...she pulled away from me and made a bee-line to the wheel chair. Even though there were no treats on the lap tray, she placed her face and head there and did not move. The young girl hugged her head, burried her nose in "Beaner's" muzzle and started crying. I asked if we could take the tray off so she could get closer. For several minutes this young girl and this sweet little mare nuzzled each other. There were many unintentional pokes to "Beaner's" eyes and uncoordinated muscle spasms caused her to be "slapped" but "Beaner" never moved. The mom was crying and, quite frankly, there was not a dry eye present. The mom asked me how I trained this horse to do what she was doing. I told her it wasn't anything I ever did. She was just fulfulling her daughter's wish.
They young girl was able to "ride" with some special equipment that we use for riders who are paraplegics or have little ability to control their lower limbs. She rode with a huge smile and many tears of pure joy. We all rode with her.
I received a note from her mother less then 2 weeks later. Her daughter had slipped away to the "Rainbow Bridge" and a picture of her hugging "her horse" went with her. (Yup, there are tears remembering... )
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