My Soapbox for Equestrian Writings
Who says that horses can’t use tools? I can definitely see Zelda figuring out how to get that alfalfa cube. She’ll turn herself inside out for one of them. And she’s a thinker. While most horse are reactive, she’s the kind of horse that will analyze a situation and come up with a solution. Of […]
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Yesterday was warm-ish for winter, but had a wind with a biting edge. Zelda and I went out for a hack and when that wind got under her tail, I could feel the buck rising in her. Luckily, Zelda has a “tell”. She’d be a terrible poker player because when she’s going to be naughty […]
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I’m not much for New Year’s resolutions, but 2018 involved so much angst — my accident, my mother breaking her hip, my father recovering from a fall, my stepfather’s illness — that I’m going to make an exception this year. I’m planning a better 2019 and I’m hoping that the universe will comply. My resolutions […]
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When I was in the rehab unit last February, a therapy dog came to visit twice a week. It was a beautiful standard Poodle, but by the time he reached me, he didn’t seem that interested in offering comfort; he just wanted to go home. If only I’d been in France. Then, maybe I could […]
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I have always wished that I could draw well. Although both my mother is an artist, and her father was a commercial artist, that particular gene didn’t get passed along to me. Watching someone who knows what they are doing draw, is magical. The horse in this video looks like he’s ready to trot off […]
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The remains of three horses, one tacked and ready to flee, were recovered from a villa outside the walls of the ancient Roman city of Pompeii, buried in AD 79 by the eruption of Mount Vesuvius. Was his owner trying to flee? The horse that is largely intact was wearing a bronze-plated military saddle, carried […]
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‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the stable All the creatures were cozy, to the best I was able. The stalls were all bedded, and horses had hay The waterers all working, and the tools put away. My hubby was napping in front of the log fire, And for once I was able, […]
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