Friday, September 30, 2016

Small horses

I'm an all-inclusive kind of guy.  I don't like to hurt feelings, and I don't want anyone to feel left out.  Now as most of us know, horses come in all shapes and sizes. For example: an octagon is a shape, and 144 dots per inch kinda refers to a size.

Anyway, I wrote a blogpost last time about horses of a particularly large breed.  I want to pay homage to our less-endowed equestrian friends, namely... well I don't know what they're called.  But they're little horses.

Anyway anyway, I was walking around the farm late at night, trying to find myself [literally... not some existential journey; I couldn't see anything!] and I stumbled upon this little shed.  (I'll give you one guess as to what was inside!)  Who can resist entering a shed on the back corner of a pitch-black farm near midnight?! "Not I," said the human, and unlatched the gate.

Which brings me to an anecdote from my childhood.  This is a true story:  I am an early bird.  That's not the story.  These days, I tend to wake up at about 10 A.M (which is VERY early for the unemployed).  But when I still slept in a crib, I tended to wake up at about 5:00am.  After losing interest with pretending to smoke my toy gavel (which only very loosely resembled a pipe [also, what sort of judicial decisions could I possibly have pretend-made with said gavel?]), I would climb out of said crib to awaken my entertainment.  I would proceed to enter my parents' sleeping chamber and stare straight into my mom's face.  Unsatisfied with her lack of being awake, I then would pry open her eyelids (because they're supposed to be open) and tell her to "waaaaake oooooouup."  I never understood why this bothered her, nor why she would insist on me playing by myself until later in the day.  But then again, high-schoolers often don't understand their parents.

Back to today's story.  Now that you know I have a history of being insensitive toward others' not-so-apparent desire to sleep: I found, NOT ONE, NOT TWO, NOT THREE, no wait yeah it was three.  THREE LITTLE HORSES!!!  I squealed with delight, and they startled awake.  Feeling an immediate connection to them, I decided to share with them my just-woke-up every morning habit: selfies!

Sorry for the blurry images.  My selfie game is much better than this at 10 A.M.  But you can tell,  despite the photos' lack of Instagram-worthiness, that they were very excited to meet me too.

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Thoroughbreds, my new obsession.

I recently learned that there are different kinds of horses.  I always knew there were smaller ones, like mules, but I finally met a bigger horse: this wonderful thoroughbred owned by Kathy from KEL Equestrian.  Here's a blog post all about him.

(This is the stall where Mr. Thoroughbred hangs out when I'm not there)

As I understand it, thoroughbreds were bred to run thoroughly fast so that they can excel at specific sports, most notably: barrel racing.  But ultimately, all horses are meant for eventing so here's what don't get: I know a lot of expertise goes into training a horse, but how could one cost $1.45 million?  That horse must be the most amazing ride, with air suspension and leather seats.  I bet any kid could ride him, no problem.

Anyway, I want to introduce you to Kathy's other thoroughbred.   He's probably a 1.46 million dollar horse.
I don't remember which one is him.  But he's one of them.  Isn't he cute!?

Simply because they're so big and cuddly, I wanted to share a bunch of photos I found on Instagram of other thoroughbreds that I'd love to meet.


A photo posted by (@equinl) on

A photo posted by Emma 🦄🔮💜 (@emmzi88) on



A photo posted by @ilovechocolate58369 on

Sunday, September 25, 2016

A horse walks into a bar...

A horse walks into a bar.  The trainer says, "No you're supposed to jump it."  

... The arena bartender pours her another drink.

Friday, September 23, 2016

Met a "lame" horse today.

Horse people can be vicious!  I'm not accusing anyone directly, but I do think we've all got the potential in us.  When I've seen it though, it's always been directed at other horse people; you know what I'm talking about: "OMG is he actually doing that thing that I would never do?"  "Wow her ____ is such a mess, who is her trainer?" "I guess not everyone understands how many beats are in a canter" "That guy posts a trot like there's an actual post up his..." But never, in all my years, have I heard the kind of insult that I heard today.

Horses are the sweetest, calmest, most loving creatures of all time.  Could TV shows like My Little Pony [Big Macintosh for life] and Mr. Ed have become so popular if that weren't true?  Now that I've irrefutably proven the fundamental nature of horses in the universe, I'll share the slander that was dumped on a sweet horse today, RIGHT in front of me.
"That horse is lame."
He was one of the chillest horses I'd ever met, and some random buttmunch (whom I later found out to be the equestrian program manager at some far-off community college, even worse!) was insulting him TO HIS FACE.  Ugh.  How can someone say such a mean thing about a horse? Take it from me that I was writhing with indignation.

I'll tell you, I was even considering to buy this horse just to take him away from such an unsupportive environment, even in spite of the fact that he walked funny.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

My First Blogger Meetup!

Since going live with my blog a few hours ago, I decided it would be a great idea to meet up with my fellow equestrian bloggers!  Great minds think alike, right?  Which is why all of us have invested so much time and experience into our blogs.  So I met up with a few other bloggers who have known about my blog since day 1.

In the pursuit of building a stronger equestrian blogging community I will be linking to their blogs.  And in a strong community, you don't just use someone's name willy-nilley.  So I will be referring to all my fellow bloggers through made-up pseudonyms.

First I met up with Blogger K, who I'll refer to as... let's go with Kathy.  Kathy is a good strong name.   Kathy and I drove to this pizza place where all the bloggers were meeting up, and we were preceded by Blogger O (whom I'll call Kathy for the purposes of my blog).  I hadn't met Kathy before, and it was nice to put a face to the blog I'd be following later that night.  Blogger M arrived not too much later.  I had met her before, at her farm.  She, er uh, Kathy, has a super cute horse named Confetti, whom I had also met.

Side note: I've been thinking a lot about horse names.  I'll probably write a future post about all the names I'm considering for when I finally decide to import and raise a foal.

After the kitchen began to wonder if I'd run them out of business with my root beer refills, Blogger A and Blogger M arrived. And it was a good thing too, because the first four of us weren't prepared to make any tough decisions about ordering communal pizzas.  In the dim lighting of this pizza bar (I think it's primarily used for mafia meet-ups) I momentarily lost track of which was Blogger A and Blogger M.  No matter though, because I'm just going to call them both Kathy.

It was a wonderful evening!  Lots of great conversation.  I have to admit that a few equestrian terminologies went over my head and into the great pit of Forgotten.  After dinner was over Kathy really wanted to get ice cream, if I remember correctly.  I ended up ordering a rather liberal portion, but only because I worried that a passerby might think I was a republican.  It had nothing to do with a childhood obsession with rainbow sherbet.  No mom, I'm fine; I'll eat all my dinner.

That's about it for this post.  Stay tuned for more exciting equestrian adventures!
And no blog post is complete without some imagery, so here's a photo of a thing I did.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Hello, WWWorld!

Welcome to the first post on my equestrian blog.  I've been involved with horses and horsey-things in many capacities for quite some time now, and I want to share these vast and in-depth experiences with the rich community of equestrian bloggers.

In lieu of words, I will write a thousand-worth [as they say] with this picture.  Let it alone speak for the demeanor and integrity of this blog.