6475 Warden Road
New Tripoli, Pa 18066
This is so much more entertaining than doing homework!!! (hey, everyone needs break from writing essays by, well, writing a totally pointless story) All the horses at the barn....
Christmas is finally here! But before Sir Alex could get into the Noelle spirit, some work had to be done around the farm. Before he could open his presents, Sir Alex had to muck out all of the stalls. He was super quick and did it faster than a Bullet. All that hard work made him hungry! He got some Honey to put on a bagel and took his snack with him to the pastures. When the horses saw his food, they all got Rowdy. Sir Alex was Shay-meful, knowing that he probably should have finished his snack before going to get Jackie. After the horses running around like Diesel trains for ages, he finally caught his steed. He was so excited that he started to dance like Jagger. Archie was confused by the dancing, and made a sound like an angry Moose. Sir Alex laughed at Archie’s antics and wondered “Izzy ever going to stop?” He decided to give Jackie an apple for Christmas. However, he had forgotten that he had just played Bobbi-ng for apples, and therefore had to come up with another present for Jackie. He sat down Andrew a picture for her. Then it was finally time for Sir Alex to get his presents! He Reggie-d up to his house, but stopped off at the bathroom first. Andie thought to himself “Why can’t we call the bathroom the Lou like they do in England?” His parents gave him a big container of Rocky Duke ice cream. Sir Alex was a little upset. All he was getting for Christmas was ice cream? But then his parents surprised him. They were going on a family vacation to Rio! Sir Alex had to admit that it had been a pretty fantastic Christmas!
Congratulations to Sara Z on the publication of her haiku in the August issue of Pony Magazine! In case you guys didn't see it in the office, here it is:
By Sara Zdancewitz
Always by my side
Brave, generous, devoted
Thanks to Christine for sending me these very inspirational tales.
Very often we hear parents at the riding school complain about the cost of horses. While we know they eat a hole in the pocket, a father recently shared why he forks out for the animals. We’ve copied this from Facebook and definitely think you’ll enjoy the read:
My daughter turned sixteen years old today; which is a milestone for most people. Besides looking at baby photos and childhood trinkets with her, I took …time to reflect on the young woman my daughter had become and the choices she would face in the future.
As I looked at her I could see the athlete she was, and determined woman she would soon be. I started thinking about some of the girls we knew in our town who were already pregnant, pierced in several places, hair every color under the sun, drop outs, drug addicts and on the fast track to no-where, seeking surface identities because they had no inner self esteem. The parents of these same girls have asked me why I “waste” the money on horses so my daughter can ride. I’m told she will grow out of it, lose interest, discover boys and all kinds of things that try to pin the current generation’ s “slacker” label on my child. I don’t think it will happen, I think she will love and have horses all her life.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she has compassion. She knows that we must take special care of the very young and the very old. We must make sure those without voices to speak of their pain are still cared for.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she learned responsibility for others than herself. She learned that regardless of the weather you must still care for those you have the stewardship of. There are no “days off” just because you don’t feel like being a horse owner that day. She learned that for every hour of fun you have there are days of hard slogging work you must do first.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she learned not to be afraid of getting dirty and that appearances don’t matter to most of the breathing things in the world we live in. Horses do not care about designer clothes, jewelry, pretty hairdos or anything else we put on our bodies to try to impress others. What a horse cares about are your abilities to work within his natural world, he doesn’t care if you’re wearing $80.00 jeans while you do it. -
Because my daughter grew up with horses she understands the value of money. Every dollar can be translated into bales of hay, bags of feed or farrier visits. Purchasing non-necessities during lean times can mean the difference between feed and good care, or neglect and starvation. She has learned to judge the level of her care against the care she sees provided by others and to make sure her standards never lower, and only increase as her knowledge grows.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she has learned to learn on her own. She has had teachers that cannot speak, nor write, nor communicate beyond body language and reactions. She has had to learn to “read” her surroundings for both safe and unsafe objects, to look for hazards where others might only see a pretty meadow. She has learned to judge people as she judges horses. She looks beyond appearances and trappings to see what is within.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she has learned sportsmanship to a high degree. Everyone that competes fairly is a winner. Trophies and ribbons may prove someone a winner, but they do not prove someone is a horseman. She has also learned that some people will do anything to win, regard-less of who it hurts. She knows that those who will cheat in the show ring will also cheat in every other aspect of their life and are not to be trusted.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she has self-esteem and an engaging personality. She can talk to anyone she meets with confidence, because she has to express herself to her horse with more than words. She knows the satisfaction of controlling and teaching a 1000 pound animal that will yield willingly to her gentle touch and ignore the more forceful and inept handling of those stronger than she is. She holds herself with poise and professionalism in the company of those far older than herself.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she has learned to plan ahead. She knows that choices made today can effect what happens five years down the road. She knows that you cannot care for and protect your investments without savings to fall back on. She knows the value of land and buildings. And that caring for your vehicle can mean the difference between easy travel or being stranded on the side of the road with a four horse trailer on a hot day.
When I look at what she has learned and what it will help her become, I can honestly say that I haven’t “wasted” a penny on providing her with horses. I only wish that all children had the same opportunities to learn these lessons from horses before setting out on the road to adulthood.
(via Debbie Barke)