Horse breeding

Life in the Ranch is more fun than any other lifestyle. “I have so much fun playing with the cattle and horses and some require playing around and having fun with the animals” as I said with a smile. Riding horses is one of them because they need to move every once and awhile. Sometimes when my friend comes over we race horses but I never win. No matter what I do he still wins. It is also fun playing with the cattle. The way they react when I let the dogs loose is very funny. Life on the ranch…

My Scarlet Letter Everybody has the tendency to be nice. Some people are just too rude. We see people who have one side of them, helping the elderly walk across the street, or help them with their groceries. Like me, some people are just too nice to others. I am the type of person who wants to please people. My letter is P. I am a people pleaser. Like in the scarlet letter, the women who had committed adultery had to wear the letter A. The woman was Hester Prynne. She wore the scarlet letter…

is that rodeos/contestants are cruel towards the animals. “A cowboy mounted his horse. Right next to him was a small caged enclosure. As soon as the gate to the cage was opened, a timid looking calf came sprinting out. The cowboy riding his horse followed the running calf and lassoed it. In a second, the calf came crashing down to the ground with the lasso pulling it by the neck. Swiftly, the cowboy dismounted the horse, ran to the struggling steer, and in one quick movement tied its front legs…

When I was at the age of five, I learned what grit was. When, I was just four years old, I got my first dirt bike. The first ever race I was in and being the youngest one in the class. Then ever since then, I loved the sport of racing. One day, in particular, was a Saturday in June. It was just about 90 degrees. I rode up to staging and I was already sweating. Just sitting right in the sun, I started to get nervous, and sick. Now I’m at the starting gate with eight other kids. The gate drops…

In Peter Shaffer’s Equus, the plot revolves around seventeen year-old Alan Strang’s obsession with horses, culminating in his blinding six horses in one night. Despite committing this terrible crime, Alan is not inherently a bad person; instead, he is the victim of social taboos surrounding religion and sexuality as enforced by his parents and social heterosexual expectations as represented by Jill. Furthermore, no one will hold these people and concepts accountable for their actions. This…

Big Horse, Small Patients "If you fall and shed a tear. I'll sell the horse." My dad has said this to me ever since I was seven years old, that is when he first taught me to ride a horse. There has been many times that I have wanted to cry but choose not too. Just last year, my little sister, Chloe, wanted me to teach her how to ride a horse. We did not know what the outcome would be but I told her that I would teach her. She asked me to teach her when we were feeding the…

church, eat lunch, and go see the horses because we had them boarded in Woodville and we could not go and see them everyday. We lived in Scottsboro Alabama and in the city you are not allowed to have farm animals, that is why we had to board them. But this Sunday was a little different. We decided to ride our horses today. I love riding horses, it makes me feel free. Our horses are Tennessee Walking horses, my horse's name is Short Cut Sue, she was a show horse, and my sister, Matlyn, her…

I am honored to be able to tell you what really happened. Our intention wasn’t to kill nor hurt the goat kids in any way, shape, or form. By our I mean, Dylan, KJ, and me, Cole. KJ is our beloved brother who was killed by the evil goat mom. After KJ got out of jail for supposedly eating three little pigs, he reunited with Dylan and me; the only wolves left of our family. We were ecstatic to see him and wanted to have a party to extol his homecoming. All three of us made invitations to give…

with horse riding. I was showing at the American Paint Horse Youth Worlds show in Fort Worth, Texas and was competing with a horse I had just met two days ago. My trainer, Kelly Chapman, traveled to Texas with me and decided to put me in a jumping class. Now, if you know me you would definitely never put me in a jumping class because I have very little experience with it but, Kelly being the stern and enthusiastic trainer I know, had a lot of faith in me to compete well with my new horse…

A single pale ear curved away from its companion, my eyes trailed its lead. A small smile crept onto my features, and my anxiety settled somewhat. The stallion that approached is one I know. It's a faded memory, a wisp of my childhood where he was present. A dainty, gangly creature that I had used as a lab rat. But he is dainty and gangly no longer. As he neared me, his crimson colored eyes swept my flank, a twinge of anxiety pouring back into my senses. He looked at me differently than he did…