Give me strength to guide my horse.
Make my hands soft and my head clear.
Let my horse understand me and I him.
My heart you have blessed with a special love of these animals, let me never lose sight of it.
My soul you have gifted with a deep need for them, let that need never lessen.
Always let my breath catch as the sun gleams on elegant head.
Always may my throat tighten at the sound of a gentle nicker.
Let the scent of fresh hay and the touch of a warm nose on my hand always bring a smile.
I adore the grace and splendor of a running horse,
The thunder of its hooves makes my eyes burn and my heart soar,
Let it always be so.Dearest Creator grant me patience, for horses are harnessed wind and wind can be flighty.
Let me not frighten or harm them, instead show me ways to understand them.
Above all, dear Creator, fill my life with them.
When I pass from this world, send my soul to heaven with them.
For this love you have given me graces my existence and I shall cherish it for all time.
It’s Natural – Word Scramble (by Barb Cornelius)
2. DYBO NUGGEALA
5. DERRO CEGPINK
10. WETRIN TOCA
12. RIA HERSF
Answers are below – scroll down.
For Karen’s Parelli Fun & Games
Word Scramble ANSWERS!
2. BODY LANGUAGE
5. PECKING ORDER
10. WINTER COAT
12. FRESH AIR
Horse Hair: Potentially Dangerous!!!
In a press release today, the National Institute of Health has
announced the discovery of a potentially dangerous substance in the
hair of horses.
This substance, called “amo-bacter equuii” has been linked with the
following symptoms in female humans:
Reluctance to cook
Reluctance to perform housework
Reluctance to wear anything but boots
Reluctance to work except in support of a horse
Physical craving for contact with horses (may be an addiction)
Beware: If you come in contact with a female human affected by this
substance, be prepared to talk about horses for hours on end.
This has been a public service announcement.
Changing a Light Bulb…. How Many Horses Does It Take To Change A Light Bulb?
Thoroughbred: Who ME?? Do WHAT? I’m scared of light bulbs! I’m outta here!
Arabian: I changed it an hour ago. C’mon you guys – catch up!
Quarter Horse: Put all the bulbs in a pen and tell me which one you want.
Standardbred: Oh for Pete’s Sake, give me the darn bulb and let’s be done with it.
Shetland: Give it to me. I’ll kill it and we won’t have to worry about it anymore.
Friesian: I would, but I can’t see where I’m going from behind all this mane.
Belgian: Put the Shetland on my back, maybe he can reach it then.
Warmblood: Is the 2nd Level Instruction Packet in English? Doesn’t anyone realize that I was sold for $75K as a yearling, but only because my hocks are bad, otherwise I would be worth $100K? I am NOT changing lightbulbs. Make the TB get back here and do it.
Morgan: Me! Me! Me! Pleeease let me! I wanna do it! I’m gonna do it! I know how, really I do! Just watch! I’ll rewire the barn after, too.
Appaloosa: Ya’ll are a bunch of losers. We don’t need to change the lightbulb, I ain’t scared of the dark. And someone make that darn Morgan stop jumping up and down before I double barrel him.
Haflinger: That thing I ate was a lightbulb?
Mustang: Lightbulb? Let’s go on a trail ride, instead. And camp. Out in the open like REAL horses.
Lipizzaner: Hah, amateurs. I will change the lightbulb. Not only that, but I will do it while standing on my hind legs and balancing it on my nose, after which I will perform seven flying lead changesin a row and a capriole. Can you do that? Huh? Huh? Didn’t think so.
Miniature: I bet you think I can’t do it just cause I’m small. You know what that is? It’s sizeism!
Akhal Teke: I will only change it if it’s my owner’s lightbulb and no one else has ever touched it.
Andalusian: I will delegate the changing of the lightbulb to my personal groom after he finishes shampooing my mane and cleaning my saddle, but only on the condition that it is changed for a soft blue or pink bulb, which reflects better off my coat while I exhibit my astonishing gaits.
Cleveland Bay: I’m busy. Make the whipper-in and the hounds do it.
Saddlebred: My ears are up already, please, please get the lightbulb away from me! I’m ready to show, really, I promise I’ll win!
Paint: Put all the lightbulbs in a pen, tell me which one you want, and my owner will bet you twenty bucks I can get it before the quarter horse.
Pony: I’m not changing it. I’m the one who kicked the old one and broke it in the first place, remember? Now, excuse me, I have a grain room to break into.
Grade Horse: Guys? Um, guys? I hope you don’t mind, but I went ahead and changed it while you were all arguing.
The Butt End