Archive for February, 2007

23
Feb

Soar Above

Open up a Practical Horseman, and the odds are you will see the jumping enthusiasts in flight with their rider riding right with them. To on a horse that flies is without words. The second you are in the air, flying above the ground, atop a thousand pound animal is worthy of a tearful-rush. This is not a sport for the grounded, it is for the thrill seekers and their equal counterparts.Soar Some say jumping is abusive to horses. Well yes, without fact, it is true that jumping causes strain on the joints and limbs. It’s hard work and takes a strong athlete to do with success. There are many levels, but Grand Prix brings the heart into play. You cannot jump these fences without heart, determination, precision and bravery. Both on the rider and horses’ part.

—-To be Continued!

23
Feb

Lucky 23!

I thought I’d dedicate this post to Errika. She’s coming up on 23 this year, not sure when, I have to check her papers. I should know it by heart though, really not good of me not to remember. Last year, I would have to say, was a really good year for us. We celebrated her 22 with a big bang. A lot of sucess with her training, our overall riding, and our relationship. I’d have to say mid/late Spring was when she was looking and doing her best. I just went through a lot of pictures, and uploaded a whole bunch (thanks in part to a nice new, and fast DSL connection, yippe!!). I thought I’d share them with all of you. Yes, these we ALL taken last year at 22 :).

Errika!!

Her Trot

Her Canter

21
Feb

Where I Stand

My mom and I went to a tack shop a few towns south of us, about a 20min drive. It’s the best tack shop for all the goods, but it really puts a damper on the fact that if you don’t have money, you can’t buy all that new stuff that you are dying for. I looked at boots, I need some new field boots. Well, I don’t “need” them, I “want” them. My old field boots I’ve had for many years, my first tall boots. The soles have holes, and when I come home from a long day with the horses, my socks are usually muddy and dirty because a part of my sole is one with the ground :D. I’m not complaining a bit, I still love those boots to pieces, and everyday I am thankful to have a pair. I want to wear them until the deteriorate hehe. Then I tooled around in the bridle section. All the bridles brand new and smell of fancy leather, oh dear that smell! I look at the dressage bridles, “oooo,ahhhh.” Then, I can’t even go near the saddles, those are too far away from my reach, financially. I sweep past those fancy saddles, and go to the saddle pad section. I found a dark blue velvet dressage pad I loved, but I decided not even to think about buying it. I’m fine going bareback for now. I haven’t used my dressage saddle in a while. I need a new girth and Errika and I are going bare bums lately.

I then decide, that looking at the helmet covers might be fun. Well no, $25 for a nylon helmet cover!? I saw so many things I just wanted to pick up and hold in my arms, but I resisted and let with one item. A jumper window sticker for my car. I love that window sticker, Matt put it on tonight at the race shop.

I bought Ink a bridle for $40 bucks, which was a bargain. I found pieces at the local tack shop, a more price friendly consignment tack shop, and came out with a nice Dressage bridle for the big guy. Well not too long ago Ink had a freak accident while he was tied and somehow got loose and the bridle came off and he stepped on and ripped off the throat latch. I rode without the throat latch, did it more the western way :).

I haven’t rode Ink for a while, and I’m debating it. Stanley says he is just sore in his croup area and he’s a little off because of his clubbed hoof. No need for a bridle now, but I hope I’ll need one in the future for him :(.

Tonight we had to feed the horses. I turned Ink out in the paddock, worked with him a bit and then gave him and Errika their grain. I went to get the Oat Hay to feed, and without a doubt there was dry Oat Hay, that looked more like straw. I gave the horses a little extra considering the quality. I think I need to buy my own hay. If it was up to me, I’d be very picky. I’d much rather feed them good quality hay than “groceries.”

Errika has to be turned out by this Friday. The barn owner is brining up some horses to the barn. The fields are sure to be muddy because we’re due for rain tomorrow again. They are muddy right now, so it’s going to be worse when Errika is out. Poor girl she loves being up in the barn with her boy Ink. Soon enough he will be turned out too, when the fields dry up.

I’ve been talking with my mom about taking in another horse. For a project for this year. I’m going to be working with Ink, but there are so many questions as far as under saddle goes, that I feel kind of stalled. His ground manners are coming along nicely though. I need to find a trainer, and I need to get back into lessons again. But I just haven’t found my nitch yet.

I took some pictures of Ink and Errika tonight. But due to a very slow computer and enough huge picture files to span the earth, I’m waiting to import them. Keep checking back though, they will be here shortly!

20
Feb

Soon and Too Soon

This evening, while my mom and I were driving home from taking Sophie to get a bath at the pet store, my mom and I got on the subject of my older brothers’ girlfriend. I guess, because I say it like that, as in ’subject’ she isn’t very high on the respect list? If you thought that, your thoughts are in your favor. I’ve talked about her on here before, but I refer to her as something other than her name. In this post I’ll quickly refer to her as “Ruwe,” which means “rude one” in dutch. Ruwe is completely closed-minded and only believes what she thinks and does is right. She talks rudely to my older brother in front of my mom and has done countless rude, in-polite things and made equally appalling remarks to many people and the family. But anyway, as I get way off subject, back to my mom and I’s conversation about her. Ruwe is in her later 20’s.. Just past the mid-twenties mark. She lives with her mom with no determination or ambition once-so-ever, and works at a low-income job. She can’t hold a job, but this last one, she has had for a while now. My mom and I can’t figure out how she intends to make it in life without working towards some sort of goal to better her life. Ruwe will get no where in life with that mind of her’s.

The subject went on for a little bit, but later went into something rather important, and worth discussing. When do you start planning for your future? I’m 18 and I feel like I’ve made mistakes, that if I didn’t make, I would be better off for my future and life. I didn’t know any better. At 15 I had a plan, but didn’t know how to properly go about it. I failed, and stumbled every which way. So here I am, 18 and feeling like I should have better prepared.

Then, somehow, over dinner my mom and I got back on a similar subject. Horses, when is soon enough? Boy is that ever a hot topic right there. I could go on for HOURS about that one. A friend of ours has horses, and if you take the time to notice, you will see that ALL (let’s call the friend “Brunt.”) Brunt’s horses have the exact same fault. They all seem to live up to the word unpredictable, or a freak. Blunt terms, but it is what it is, I intend not to paint a false picture. If you take a closer look you will notice that each horse has a mental wall. By which they know of no relationship, true trust and connection with a human-being. When they spook, they look at not the rider, but to the rear, buck, kick and strike. Which puts the horse, rider and by-standers in harms way. Why is this? Well the first answer I came up with was; because from day one, the horses aren’t loved from the depths of the human-heart. Their owner doesn’t take time to give a reason for the horse to trust them. As soon as they are weaned they sit. Sit and wait for the day to come where they are shipped to a trainer. One which knows no other method of training except to rush, rush, and rush some more. The day the come into the trainers’ hands it’s a fast pace. The problem, which should have never been a problem, has a snow-ball effect and continues in training. There is no connection, no true love. Dedication, love, desire, passion are all silent objects, never existing in the development when under saddle work is immediately started at 2 years of age. A horse will tell you when it’s ready. But not in this industry, it’s force, rush, force, rush, everyday.

I watched a trainer the other day ride a 2 year old colt. To be honest, I wasn’t impressed with the work. Again, I saw a horse disconnected from the person sitting atop it’s back. I listened to the trainer talk about how the colt can be a complete butt. And my mind kept going back to the words, visions and a person that plays over and over in my mind. Stanley. The man who doesn’t rush a horse. Doesn’t force. I scratch my head a wonder why this colt is acting like a “butt.” The answer? The start. If someone would stop this training process, begin working with the colt from the real ground, the problem of “butt” would be of no existence. This is the quick-fix answer from the trainer; ‘kick him, be mean. If he stops, kick. If he bites, bite back. Yank, pull, kick, spur. Teach him who’s boss!’

I know of some riders who find natural horsemanship pointless. The horse completely in harmony with it’s rider who is in love with his/her horse, cantering around connected, with only a little rope around it’s neck. What is pointless about that? What is wrong with doing it the horses way for once? Don’t call yourself a “horse lover” if you subject your horses to trainers who knows only one way of training. Who never listen, who don’t take all the time in the world.

I know I shouldn’t be so opinionated about this matter, but it frustrates me beyond words that people are like this.

I wish I could explain this better, but I’d probably be here forever.

19
Feb

Trails and Tails

I haven’t said anything about this, but we got DSL a few weeks ago. A nice step up from dial-up! It’s nice being able to watch videos without having to wait hours. But, then again, my computer is slow. I have so much on this poor laptop. Over a thousand pictures all ranging in the high KB’s or low MB’s. I have to put them all on discs, which is going to be a pain. And I am nervous to do so because I don’t want to loose ANY of them. Holy moly if that happend..

So I need to dedicate some time to doing that, maybe tomorrow.

Yesterday we took my little dog Sophie and Matts’ two dogs to a place to go hiking. It was great, but his dogs were pulling my arm off. I suggested to Matt that we buy them ‘Halti’s’ which are kind of like halters for dogs, except with the pull pressure is put on their muzzles and it tightens on them. Sounds kind of bad, but they aren’t. I used on on our chocolate lab, because he was a terrible puller, and now he will walk quietly next to you without pulling your arm off. Today we took the dogs to a different place. It was up more in the mountains, and more rural. The start of the walk consisted on the dogs pulling off their Halti’s. But then they got the hang of it and were leading pretty well.

The path that we were on is also a horse trail, and I would really love to take Errika trail riding again soon. It’s frustrating not having a horse trailer. I would be able to broaden our training with acess to the outside world, and add variety as well. Errika is an excellent trail horse.

On the way home we dropped Matts’ dogs off and went to PetSmart, again. Matt had to get a smaller size Halti for one of his dogs and I had to exchange a dog booster seat for a larger size.

Then after PetSmart we went to see the horses and I gave them their grain. Another little chance for me to work on Ink’s manners. The grain is a hot-button topic with the big guy. He did great.

I have pictures from our hike today, but I’m not going to add more photos to my computer just yet!

16
Feb

Must Read!

I got this article from E-Equestrian. A fellow member posted it. It’s a must read for sure. Ten thumbs up for Mr. Miller!!!

By Robert M. Miller, DVM

The Nation was shocked when Barbaro broke down shortly after leaving the gate at the Preakness. I saw the repaired fractures in TIME magazine. What I think happened is that the sesamoid bone fractured, a common injury. As a result, the fetlock collapses causing the pastern bone to explode into multiple fragments, probably with the next stride or two.

The last time the general public was exposed to a racetrack tragedy like this was when the great filly, Ruffian, fractured; the injury eventually resulting in her death. The news media focuses on great champions like these, but what most people don’t realize is that such injuries are relatively common occurrences in horse racing. Part of the cause is that we have bred athletic power into our racing breeds far exceeding what nature requires for the horse to survive in its natural environment. All wild horses need to do is outrun a big cat. We have selectively bred for speeds that the anatomy of the horse cannot always cope with. In addition, we train and race them long before they are mature.

The immature are often capable of spectacular athletic performance. Every time I watch an Olympics and I see gymnasts as young as 13, 14 or 15 years of age, I wince at the thought of the damage I know is occurring to some of their bodies. I started a year of gymnastics at 17 years of age, and I wasn’t very good, but I still managed to do damage that manifested itself many years later. Fortunately, I was drafted into the Army at 18, which ended my gymnastic career.

Half a century ago, when I was cowboying, “colts” were started at four years of age or older. Once in a while, one might be started as a three-year-old. Despite some very hard work, barring accidents, those ranch horses were still sound and working into their 20’s. I’m not opposed to racing. It’s a great sport and has motivated mankind to produce truly great horse breeds. But I am opposed to any practices which contribute to premature crippling of otherwise healthy horses.

Some years ago, the annual convention of the American Association of Equine Practitioners (A.A.E.P.) was held in Dallas. The same week, the national cutting horse futurities were being held in nearby Fort Worth. Three colleagues from Sweden told me that they wanted to see the cutting horses.

So, one evening, after the day of scientific lectures had ended, I accompanied the three Swedish vets to Fort Worth. After watching several horses perform, the senior Swede, a professor from the vet school in Upsula, Sweden, said, “This is incredible! It must take many years to obtain such performance from a horse.” “But,” I answered, “this is a futurity.” “I do not understand this word,” he said. “These are colts,” I explained. “These are just three-year-olds.” He looked shocked, turned to his companions and explained to them in Swedish and then said to me in English, “I have only two comments: One, it must take great skill to be able to train a horse to do this in so brief a time. And, two, what is happening to their poor legs?”

Today, we have all sorts of futurities - reining, cutting, barrel racing, etc. I have tried many times to get owners to postpone arduous training to give the colt a chance to mature. Most of the time, I was ignored. The lure of winning something or making some money was too great to resist. My strategy when the owner insisted on going ahead with training and/or competition that I felt was premature was to say, “That’s okay. You go ahead. What you are doing is very good for my business.”

Why is it that the protests against over-using young horses come primarily from the people who profit from such abuse – the veterinarians? Is it because we best understand the trauma being inflicted upon immature skeletons, joints, ligaments and tendons? Just as I am not opposed to racing, if properly conducted, I am not opposed to horse shows or competitive equine events. Horse shows, like all livestock shows, were conceived of long ago to “improve the breed”. They were designed to demonstrate and reward the people who were doing the best job of breeding, of selecting bloodstock, and of creating superior bloodlines. Unfortunately, human nature, vanity and greed have corrupted the horse show industry.

We see grotesque caricatures of the original character of each breed. Stock horses, the working ranch breeds, are shown in Western Pleasure classes traveling in a manner that would drive a working cowboy crazy. With lowered heads, going in a downhill manner, these horses greatly magnify the forces placed upon the forelimbs. Once again, good for us vets. It produces income, but the horses suffer. The wonderful Tennessee Walking Horse is shod and shown in distorted gaits that can only be called “grotesque”.

If it weren’t for the frequent veterinary checks, which are mandatory, can you imagine how many endurance racing horses would die because of their riders’ consuming desire to win? I remember the early endurance races. Saddlebred, with surgically distorted tails, and gingered anuses, are exhibited with the pupils of their eyes dilated with atropine. How many people who sincerely consider themselves to be “horse lovers” wean foals at three months of age, or even earlier, which nature never intended?

How many horses, a gregarious species, spend their lives locked in box stalls? How many horses in the U.S.A, like so much of our human population, are damaged healthwise by excessive nutrition?

Such abuses exist in ever breed, every discipline, in every equine sport. We need to step back and analyze what we are doing. One of my clients was a prosperous, educated couple. They were very congenial, and they owned three Quarter Horses. One day, they called me to come to their home to worm their horses and check them over and booster their vaccinations. When I arrived, I found only two horses, so I asked where the third one was.

“Oh, he’s in training as a reining horse, with ____________ ” (a successful and notoriously brutal trainer who also happened to be one of my clients). I said, “Oh, I see.” Then the wife said, “We know how cruel he is to the horses, but he wins!” I never felt the same toward those people, again. This same trainer (he’s been dead for many years) once said to me, “Doc, why can’t you guys cut the tails on my horses? Why do you make me drive 300 miles round trip to get my tails done?” He was referring to the illicit surgical paralyzing of the tail, common in reining horses so they can’t switch their tails. ALL of the horses in his barn had their tails cut. I said, “Were you ever beaten in a show by a horse that you knew had its tail cut?” “Oh sure,” he said. “Lots of times.” “Well,” I told him, “I didn’t cut the tail nor did my partners. We won’t do anything against the association rules.” This same guy, a world-class competitor, kept every horse in his barn on Serpecil, a tranquilizer not approved by FDA for use in horses. I have no idea where he got the drug, but somebody was selling it to him.

I believe that a conspiracy exists in the horse show industry. The trainers are judges, and the judges are trainers. Too often, they scratch each others’ backs. If Western Pleasure horses were shown as they were 50 or 60 years ago, a good amateur could turn out a champion. But it takes a real pro to produce the freaks seen in today’s Western Pleasure classes. And, after the horse goes back to the owner from the trainer and is no longer winning, it has to go back to the trainer for a “tune-up”.

A few days before I wrote this article, I got back from Bishop Mule Days, a unique event I attend every year that has no equal anywhere in the world. I had the pleasure of seeing Western Pleasure mules that WERE NOT “peanut rollers”. The trend began some years ago, but the mule people balked at it and ruled it out. GOOD FOR THEM! You see, to be a mule lover, you REALLY gotta love horses!

16
Feb

Respect

I’m tired and I need a nice hot shower. Those are the kind of days I like. Getting home from the barn, feeling confident, positive, and ready for a good night’s rest! My mom and I went over to see the horses later in the day. It reached a comfortable, and weird, 75 degrees! The skies were blue, then turned a weird shade of grey/beige. But it remained warm. My mom found it creepy and suggested it was “earth quake weather.” My response to that was, “we’ll see what Errika has to say about it.” She always acts weird when something is going to happen. One time when we were out on the trail behind the property, Errika started pacing, acting just unusual, and sure enough the skies turned a shade of grey and there was thunder, lightening, and rain not too long after.

Errika wasn’t acting anything but normal today, good thing. As soon as I got there, I had it planned out what I was going to do with Ink. I let Errika out in the arena. Then I worked Ink in his stall again. That went very well. I walked up to him while he was standing there quietly and he let me put the halter on without even an inch of movement. Completely relaxed, it was great. Then, of course, he started to rush out of the barn. As soon he was outside of the barn I started to work him right there. He moved about, wanting to eat the green grass below his nose, and run, but I stood there tall and assertive asking for his mind. I used the lunge whip again to pressure him, asking him to back and stand. Sure enough, a lot faster than yesterday, a bright light bulb went on in his head and he started to calm. We stood there for a bit. Then we walked back into the barn and I put him in another stall with a dry paddock area. That was his reward. No he did not get to go out like I’m sure he had planned. He had to learn patience and respect. Right now he uses his body to tell people what to do. He will test you left and right. And if you push back, he will sure keep testing you until you prove what you want and what you’re about.

I gave Ink his own time alone in the paddock. He played and bucked. I decided to take the time and ride Errika again bareback. Before-hand we did more ground tying exercises and general manners exercises. She was sensational :). Our bareback work wasn’t the best today, but it was good overall. After that my mom took Errika on a walk and I went back to start on Ink again.

These are the things that we are working on:

- Patience
- Respect
- Understanding
- Communication
- Manners

Normally as soon as I put the lead rope on in the stall, Ink knows it’s time to go to the arena to play. It gets him all hyped up. I still want to put the halter on, walk him out, and turn him loose to play, but I want to do so with his full attention and patience.

At this point he’s in the other stall, I walk in and he comes to me from the paddock area. I clip the lead rope on the halter and walk him into the stall from the paddock. He thinks it’s time to go, I can feel the rushing. So I immediately have him halt and back off of pressure. If he takes a step in any direction I didn’t ask for, he is asked to go back as many steps as he moved. He stands still, calm. I know at this point I have his attention and respect. - May I note at this point, we are also learning to have trust in each-other as a team and listen to each-other, another step that happens naturally in this process. -

Next I ask him to walk out of the stall. If I feel he rushes or starts to loose that connection with me, I stop and ask him to back and stand. (It’s kind of hard to explain all this and every little detail, but I hope you get the general picture). I feel he’s paying attention, so I proceed to walk him across the isle way to his stall. I put him in, have him stand quietly, and then unclip the lead rope.

I did all this a few times, going to different stalls and working in each. Walking in, standing, and walking out. Ink couldn’t predict if we were going to a stall (and which one) or going out of the barn and through what doors (the back of the front). As soon as I felt satisfied with his progress, we started working on walking out of the stall, with complete patience, and walking out of the barn and to the arena (with complete patience). It took about 30 minutes to get from out of the stall, through the barn, and to the arena. It ended up being a VERY good time for Ink. It was a big step in the right direction. His reward for that, was being turned out in the arena and getting his grain. His two favorite things right now :).

I plan on doing this for as long as it takes Ink to consistently move about with respect and patience.

Great day and great progress for the big guy and the building of our friendship :).

15
Feb

Forum Posting - The Downfall

As most of you may or may not know, I am a member of a forum on the net which is all about horses; riding, training, and the love we all share with them. I joined the forum in September, my first post was completely bashed and hated, I felt un-welcomed and judged wrongfully immediately. My post consisted of asking for help in writing some tips and training articles. I wanted to hear opinions, learn of people’s thoughts and ideas on certain situations and subjects. I wanted pure input, and quotes which would be added into the articles upon permission. As soon as I posted that thread I was viewed as “Spam!” a “Troll!” and many other ridiculous things. Even women, who are mothers, attacked me. And why? For asking questions. One of the people who responded was a teacher. Isn’t it a common teaching of teachers to encourage children to ask questions?

That wasn’t the warmest welcoming. I’ve posted over 700 hundred replies and threads since that first initial post. Some people apologized for running to such conclusions about someone they didn’t even know, but some didn’t.

I post and reply to threads when I feel I can and have interest in doing so. I came to join with the mind-set to continue to be open-minded and respect every individual and their opinions. I may not agree, but I can learn and broaden my understanding, which is always a plus. But as I learned more of the members I was debating and agreeing with, I started to become a bigot in some ways. Which is not me at all.

I post a reply to a hot topic, and if it’s a good response, no one takes notice. If it’s a bad post, people have no problem jumping all over it. Some don’t even take the time to really read it and understand what it being said. Which is my biggest pet peeve on public forums.

The people on that forum only know of me through what they have read. They don’t know what I do and what I don’t do. Maybe if I was a Grand Prix rider, I would get taken a little more seriously, and in to account? It’s a shame people can’t learn to, well, learn and be input-open-minded to all levels and types’ of riders.

15
Feb

Be My Valentine?

cards_been_hunting_b_w1.jpgYes, today is Valentines day! I woke up this morning to find Matt had brought me flowers, balloons, chocolate, and two of the cutest stuffed animals… Classic Pooh-Bear and Tigger :D. I love classic Pooh, and I’ve always wanted one of the stuffed animals. They sell the line at Target. Actually Matt had bought them for me a few days back while we were shopping around . So much for a surprise ;)! A nice card would have made my day, or even a hug. But Matt always uses these occasions to the advantage.

After the morning Valentines surprise, I got up, took a shower, then my mom and I drove to the glass repair and replacement place downtown. My windshield on my car was in pretty bad shape, so we had it replaced. We left the car there and my dad picked us up. From there we went to lunch with my older brother and one of our friends he works with. Then my dad took my mom and I over to see the horses.

I’ve been doing a lot of work with Ink in his stall. Having him move off of pressure and generally teaching him manners and respect. It has and is working quite well, and he has caught on mighty fast.

Things are so great and he is so responsive while he’s in his stall, but when we begin to walk out, everything goes down hill and he becomes a hard headed, nut case. He was kicking, bucking and jumping left and right. I must admit I was nervous, and I knew he could sense that. So before I had to collect him up and make this a positive, effective session, I first had to bring myself back down. Ink was just feeding off of my nervousness. I calmed down quickly, got Ink in a safe place and myself and then began working. I know I shouldn’t let him get away with it even if for a mili-second, but I wasn’t ready and it would have been unsafe. I actually planned on taking him immediately back in his stall and starting back over if he didn’t listen the second we started walking out of the barn. But the situation with from zero-110MPH very quickly. I also didn’t think it would have been safe to walk back through the barn, it’s too small if he started jumping about. So I opted for staying out in front of the barn where it was much safer for the both of us.

I stood at his shoulder and jiggled the rope from soft, to hard, to harder, until he took a step backwards. As soon as he took a step back, I released all pressure and my body softened. As soon as I started doing that, I noticed a change immediately. His body relaxed, his head lowered and he was paying attention to me. I knew I was getting somewhere. I kept working on him. My rope stayed loose, and I was holding onto the very end. If Ink took a step, I jiggled the rope. I also used the lunge whip to apply pressure to other parts, such as asking him to lift his legs, and move right and left. After about 30mintues I was satisfied with his progress and where he was. So his reward was being turned out in the arena. He ran and bucked as usual, as happy as could be. Ink stayed close to Errika because the cows were out, and we all know the cows are killer beasts

After a little while being out, I brought Errika back to the barn and put some boots on her. I decided to ride her bareback and in a halter. I haven’t rode her for a while, so I didn’t know where the day was going to take us. I brought Ink back into the barn while Errika stood ground tied in her stall. Then my mom helped me get on Errika.

It was the best ride I’ve had in a while! I was so impressed by Errika. We cantered around collected, it was awesome! I felt a real connection with her and it was relaxed and fun ride. We did leg yields as well. Just using my seat and leg, and no use of the hands. I think we’ll continue doing this bareback riding in a halter and then work towards riding without a halter.

The best Valentines day ever!

I hope everyone has a great Valentine’s day! Don’t forget to give your horses a bunch of x’s and o’s.

13
Feb

The truest Horseman

One of the fellow members, on the E-Equestrian forum, posted this video to look at. I’ve never seen this man’s work before. Mind you, I wish I could find a better word than work, maybe connection? It’s just utterly amazing, and fascinating. After watching the video I was truely enlightened. And that is when my next story with Ink comes into play..

If you watch the video, and I completely encourage you too, you will noitce the only thing that the rider is using on the horse, is a rope tied around it’s neck. Even with that, the form of communication is far deeper. The rop is mearly there to add to communication, but very little. It is truely the strongest, deepest form of communication between horse and man.

Video #1
Video #2

I want to go into detail on what is going on with Ink, that brought up this video, but I have to run, I’ll edit later today!!




Heart in the Irons.

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Above : Ink spring of 2008

Every day a great horse is born and everyday a great horse is forgotten. With every hour, day and month spent in the presence of a great horse, we barrow the depths to our hearts and the keys to secret abiss. We are granted the oppurtunity to learn, view and share a gift with a special animal that lives in a special world, far from the travels of the beaten path, that is often over-looked.
Ink is a 2000 ex-racer gelding who this blog was started for and inspired by. It is written by his owner Keri and highlights his life through their work and their relationship with one very special Arabian mare.
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Our horses know our secrets; we braid our tears into their manes and whisper our hopes into their ears - unknown

I'm Feeling....

inkeq imood

This is my personal imood.

Photo Eloquent.

This is the photo eloquent pic of the week. Titled "Velvet." Errika!

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