One of the saddest animal story I’ve read in last few years (and there are thousands of them) was the champion horse that was sold to a consortium – then finally sold for meat.
A champion – who made homo sapiens a lot of money. Horses aren’t a commodity. They have souls. Disgusting.
i guess we’re getting some of the residual outer bands of Hermine. blegh.
Have been scanning and reading here and there and had a bunch of thoughts about all kinds of things. Wore myself out. lol.
…. Not keen on the way HuffPo headlines the Axelrod (exclusive) convo, dumb headline, but in the text he is quoted as saying:
“In a sense, we are a victim of our own success, of the expectations that the president aroused, and the fact that we have gotten so much done,” Axelrod said, in attempting to explain the enthusiasm gap between Republican and Democratic voters. “Everyone who has a particular passion says, ‘Well if you got that done why couldn’t you get this done? If you got health care done why couldn’t you get energy reform done? If you got financial reform why couldn’t you get something else done?’ The successes we’ve had have been a double-edged sword. I hope that at the end of the day, however, people will realize that this has been a period of enormous progress. I’m not begrudging people’s desire to get more done. There is a lot of pent-up energy and aspirations and all these things are important. But objectively this has been an enormously productive time and everyone who helped elect the president should feel gratified at what’s been accomplished because it wouldn’t have happened but for their efforts.”
This guy bought a BEAUTIFUL 5 gaited Tennessee Walker that looked just like that picture.
NO ONE could ride it.
It could be lead like a baby, saddled, lunge lined… he was a sweet thing.
But he threw every trainer he paid for, and a few jockeys he brought in from DRC (Cetroit Race Course)
So one day, I bet him 100 bucks I could ride him.
Off came the saddle. Off came the martin. Off came the double bridle with its jangley chin chain.
I put his halter on him, and tied on a big fat snaffle bit. I had my girlfriend lead him from the far side, and we gently pulled him side to side to get him used to the bridle for a minute,’
I got on bareback, and had her lead him for a minute,
Then I felt him tense, there was a noise. I petted him, stopped reassured him. A few feet later at a trot? He started a tantrum.
I reached up grabbed the halter (so as not to hurt his bar – er mouth) and put his nose on my knee, making him do tight circles so fast he couldn’t buck or rear, ripping him a new asshole and yelling at him.
Then I straightened him out…. and nothing. A few more sppoks, and reassurances, a few more tantrums, and we did the corral at all 5 paces, on demand.
The thing is, there was too much imput and the guys couldn’t “feel” the difference between scared and pissed with the saddle on – the body language was everything.
If you hurt him while afraid, you made scary more scary.
If you coddle his tantrums, he had more.
Body language is language indeed.
Thanks for the photo, it reminded me of a story I hadn’t thought of in years….
The men were all PISSED to be shown up by a kidlet in 15 minutes. After hours of trying, weeks of hiring people and spending money.
He paid me the 100$… and I bought enough hay to overwinter mine. Then he sold the horse. It embarrassed him.
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One of the saddest animal story I’ve read in last few years (and there are thousands of them) was the champion horse that was sold to a consortium – then finally sold for meat.
A champion – who made homo sapiens a lot of money. Horses aren’t a commodity. They have souls. Disgusting.
This horse is splendid, isn’t he?
i guess we’re getting some of the residual outer bands of Hermine. blegh.
Have been scanning and reading here and there and had a bunch of thoughts about all kinds of things. Wore myself out. lol.
…. Not keen on the way HuffPo headlines the Axelrod (exclusive) convo, dumb headline, but in the text he is quoted as saying:
I gotta hand it to the guy, he’s a master.
Think Ill go take a nap. 😛
Reminds me of a story when I was a teen.
This guy bought a BEAUTIFUL 5 gaited Tennessee Walker that looked just like that picture.
NO ONE could ride it.
It could be lead like a baby, saddled, lunge lined… he was a sweet thing.
But he threw every trainer he paid for, and a few jockeys he brought in from DRC (Cetroit Race Course)
So one day, I bet him 100 bucks I could ride him.
Off came the saddle. Off came the martin. Off came the double bridle with its jangley chin chain.
I put his halter on him, and tied on a big fat snaffle bit. I had my girlfriend lead him from the far side, and we gently pulled him side to side to get him used to the bridle for a minute,’
I got on bareback, and had her lead him for a minute,
Then I felt him tense, there was a noise. I petted him, stopped reassured him. A few feet later at a trot? He started a tantrum.
I reached up grabbed the halter (so as not to hurt his bar – er mouth) and put his nose on my knee, making him do tight circles so fast he couldn’t buck or rear, ripping him a new asshole and yelling at him.
Then I straightened him out…. and nothing. A few more sppoks, and reassurances, a few more tantrums, and we did the corral at all 5 paces, on demand.
The thing is, there was too much imput and the guys couldn’t “feel” the difference between scared and pissed with the saddle on – the body language was everything.
If you hurt him while afraid, you made scary more scary.
If you coddle his tantrums, he had more.
Body language is language indeed.
Thanks for the photo, it reminded me of a story I hadn’t thought of in years….
The men were all PISSED to be shown up by a kidlet in 15 minutes. After hours of trying, weeks of hiring people and spending money.
He paid me the 100$… and I bought enough hay to overwinter mine. Then he sold the horse. It embarrassed him.
That sucked.