Horse slaughter

quite frankly say just for fun, and because I liked to. Over the years, horses and the whole equine world became something more to me; I have been at many different barns and each exposed me to different things--many honorable role models, a couple atrocious role models, forever friends and connections, life values, respect, and the importance of a balance between the fun and seriousness. If you asked me now why I ride horses, the answer would be that it has impacted how I live my life. For…

I love my horse, so much that sometimes it seems like he may even be the center of my life, but, hard as it seems to imagine, there was once a time when I was scared of my horse or/and any horse for that matter. It all started on a warm summer day, my family and I were out for a ride on our horses, we stopped at a neighbors house to visit and their youngest daughter Mckenna wanted to ride along. Since they did not have their own horse and she was too young to ride alone, they let her ride with…

face and my sweat dripping down my neck. I urged my horse on towards the final jump. Right before we would have hit it, his leg muscles tightened and he pushed off, just like we had practiced so many times before. We flew over the jump and landed with a solid thump. The spectators in the stands erupted. The clapping and cheering was deafening but it was exactly what we had earned. The three day event was well worth all the training that my horse and I had put into it. Eventing is a thrilling…

Well my horse did exactly that when he threw me off and broke my wrist. I was so angry and upset at him, I just wanted to get rid of him. I didn’t work him for 3 months and had to retrain him under saddle. I am glad today I didn’t give up on him and decide to get help in retraining him. When I look back at the first time I fell off my horse and broke my wrist, I wonder why it took so long for me to get back on and ride again. It was September 2011 and my father told me about a horse my aunt…

Horses have been a significant part of my life for as long as I can remember. At the young age of three, my horse-enthralled mother already had me in the saddle. However, my passion for horses did not take off from here. I willingly spent days with my mom at the barn and participated in local shows, only to set aside my equestrian aspirations for seven years to pursue ice skating. After this, however, I returned to the equestrian community, and dove head first. Throughout my life, horses have…

I have spent most of my life surrounded by horses, cows, and goats. I have been stepped on, thrown off horses, penned up against gates, had surgery, traveled to different states, I am even on TV and have more pieces of flesh missing from my legs than I care to remember. It is just how rodeo is there are risks every time someone steps into the rodeo arena. I have many all-around titles and various awards from rodeo. I also have my own personal trainer that I go to, to help me with competing. I…

I was riding before I was a year old, it's almost second nature for me. Last year mum decided she would take on some boarders. As I had “grown out” of my pony Crafty, we looked for a new horse for me. We found a horse who passed mum’s many high standards. We had this horse, Reg was his name. On our farm for a long time and I had grown very attached to him. My mum, her boss and I had ridden him before, though mum said I brought the best out of him. I had been riding Reg many months and one day…

trotted at the barrel. “NAY” the horse screeched. Caramel stood up on her hind legs.I tried to hold on. The saddle slipped. It all went black. Beep beep beep I woke up. I looked around. I was in the hospital. My arms hurt so much as if someone dropped a boulder on it and never took it off. The doctor walked in. “I am glad your awake you were out for a good day or so”. “what happened” I asked she walked over to the computer on the side of my bed. “ well you horse fell backwards and landed on you…

view, both the stories The Georges and the Jewels by Jane Smiley, and Black Beauty: The Autobiography of a Horse by Anna Sewell develop their characters through first person point of view. The Georges and the Jewels is a story in perspective of a little girl named Abby, who has had both the good and the bad with horses. She has been thrown off of her…

place that would go on to change my path in life. Having ridden horses most of my life and acting as a ranch hand for my grandfather, this seemed like the perfect fit for me. I had never heard of Therapeutic Riding before…