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Explore the transformative role of horses throughout human history; equines were instrumental in the spread of agriculture, language, culture, technology and more.
The Power of Patience
This is an essay I did in college. I have worked with horses for years, including racehorses and while none of the horses I worked with were ever treated unfairly, I still held fast to the viewpoint that they are trained much too young. This essay is not a rant against or for horse racing. It is merely my opinion on how one change could perhaps better the industry.
By S.Y. Martens5 years ago in Petlife
Little Black Book
Mavericks enormous chest heaved in short bursts, sweat gleaned slick on his russet coat and his legs were still, making it easy for Jude to scrape away at the metal brackets and dislodge the hard packed clay and gravel from the track. Moment’s before, Maverick had crossed the finish line cementing his fifth win in a month. The jockey Thomas was bouncing around the stable shaking hands with the stable boys, posing, dwarfed beside mavericks stoic figure as the large light bulbs burst above the journalists cameras. Maverick was still, his job was done, Jude’s had begun, his work was the horses feat and massaging his legs. Thomas had always told him a race is won from the ground up, every member of his team equally as important as the horse himself.
By Dylan Beatch5 years ago in Petlife
The Day I found Him
I was mumbling in my sleep as I did most mornings. I was dreaming about a horse. Another thing I did most mornings but my dream, a good dream was interrupted by someone, my mom most likely but when you're in a dream you don’t always think about the obvious as I'm sure you know. The person was saying my name over and over
By Laura Dean Freilino5 years ago in Petlife
World Warrior
It was that brief moment between sleep and wakefulness. That blissful time before consciousness fully sets in, when you can feel your body waken and enjoy the bliss of a quiet mind. Before reality sets in, before the worries of the day come crashing down on your shoulders and the belly churning begins. Reaching her hands up high over her head and stretching languidly Molly felt her cat imitating her movements beside her and smiled.
By Tracey Gibbons5 years ago in Petlife
Mom's Sweet Peaches
I remember the day my life turned a new chapter— well, more like a whole new series— as though it were yesterday. I’d had what the old timers refer to as ‘a wreck.’ The little horse I’d borrowed for some years flipped over and broke my leg. Two weeks later, with my leg still in a cast, I began to pursue my goal to find a horse that would be as safe as a horse could ever be.
By Kazzrie B. Dodd5 years ago in Petlife
Off to the races
The gutter spat out sludge. Rain crashed down on the tin roofs. In the dark beneath the unlit window ledges a dark figure clung to the shadows. He hunched over his hands which grasped a fine leather bound book. His beady eyes followed a long finger as he slid it down the crisp white paper.it was the nicest book he had ever seen. He could probably sell the book for a pretty penny. The thought had crossed his mind, yet he knew its real worth lay in what was written on the pages. His pupils widened as his finger came to a stop. He had never learned to read properly but he knew the words written before him.
By sean cockrill5 years ago in Petlife
Ban the Big Lick
The Tennessee Walking Horse is a beautiful, gaited breed of horse that is celebrated for its' distinctive, high-stepping paces. They're commonly shown in North America in special Tennessee Walking Horse classes, to determine which horse has the nicest paces. However, one class, known as The Big Lick, has a dark, not-so-secret history of corruption and abuse.
By Corinne McCafferty5 years ago in Petlife
The Gift the Horses Give Us
I am outside on an unusual task at an unusual time. Horse lunch was served hours ago, and Kasper and Emma have just finished picking at the last danglers of hay in their nylon nets. Emma’s net lays disheveled in the paddock sand, since apparently horses can magically undo fairly stiff quick links hung on eyebolts.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden5 years ago in Petlife
Leather Halters Supplies And Equipment
Leather Halter is the oldest variety of halters. It is an important part of tack items. It provides a classy look to the horse. Halters are also known as headcollar or sometimes as headstall too. Halters are usually plain in design and used as a piece of working equipment on a daily basis. It consists of a noseband and headpiece that buckles around the horse's head and allows the horse to be tied with lead. To tie the horse with a halter, a lead line, lead shank or lead rope is required. But sometimes they are customized in a designer leather halter with nameplate.
By Horse Saddlery5 years ago in Petlife
HORSES FOREVER
Horseshoes are U-molded metal plate by which their hooves are protected from decay hard or harsh surfaces. Most horseshoes are produced using iron or steel. Some are aluminum, elastic, plastic, rawhide or a combination of materials. A farrier is the person who makes horseshoes and their nails or pastes them on the HORSE's hooves. Horseshoes are very important for the horses. Utilizing nails doesn't hurt the HORSE, on the grounds that the external a portion of the foot can't detect torment. Farriers use nails (like those presented above) to fasten the horseshoe to the foot. Like we said previously, ponies' hooves are produced using an equal material as your nail and, somewhat like once you cut your nails, the ponies don't feel anything while joining the horseshoe to the foot. When the nails are gotten through the edges of the foot, the farrier twists them over, all together that they make a sort of snare. they will at that point document the sharp focuses that are left and a neighborhood of the foot to ensure a legit fit. since the foot develops out it'll in the end cover the shoe which is the way you perceive once they should be re-shod.
By Dandelionclub5 years ago in Petlife
I’ve Been Waiting For You All Along
I was sick of riding around in circles in the small indoor arena, staring at the weathered, wooden walls and the dirt like footing. As I tacked up Jinx his autumn coat stood up reddish. brown, soft and fluffy, reminding me of my favorite Gund stuffed bear I had growing up.
By Karen Dronzek5 years ago in Petlife
