To thee, my master, I offer my prayer. Feed me, water and care for me,
and when the day's work is done, provide me with shelter, a clean, dry bed and
stall wide enough for me to lie down in comfort.
Always be kind to me. Talk to me. Your voice often means as much to me as
the reins. Pet me sometimes, that I may serve you the more gladly and learn to
love you. Do not jerk the reins and do not whip me when going up hill. Never
strike, beat or kick me when I do not understand what you want, but give me a
chance to understand you. Watch me and if I fail to do your bidding, see if
something is wrong with my gear or my feet.
Do not check me so that I cannot have the free use of my head. If you
insist that I wear blinders, so that I cannot see behind me as it was intended I
should, I pray you be careful that the blinders stand well out from my eyes.
Do not overload me, or hitch me where water will drip on me. Keep we well
shod. Examine my teeth when I do not eat; I may have an ulcerated tooth and
that, you know, is very painful. Do not tie my head in an unnatural position or
take away my best defense against flies and mosquitoes by cutting off my tail. I
cannot tell you when I am thirsty, so give me clean, cool water often. Save me,
by all means in your power, from fatal diseases. I cannot tell you in words when
I am sick, so watch me that by signs you may know my condition. Give me all
possible shelter from the hot sun, and put a blanket on me, not when I am
working but when I am standing in the cold. Never put a frosty bit in my mouth;
first warm it by holding it a moment in your hands.
I try to carry you and your burdens without a murmur, and wait patiently
for the long hours of the day or night. Without the power to choose my shoes or
path, I sometimes fall on the hard pavements, which I have often prayed might
not be of cement but of such a nature as to give me a safe and sure footing.
Remember that I must be ready at any moment to lose my life in your service.
And finally, o my master, when my useful strength is gone, do not turn me
out to starve or freeze, or sell me to some cruel owner to be slowly tortured
and starved to death; but do thou, my master, take my life in the kindest way,
and your God will reward you here and hereafter. You will not consider me
irreverent if I ask in the name of Him who was born in a stable.
When you are tense, let me teach you to relax.
When you are short tempered, let me teach you to be patient.
When you are short sighted, let me teach you to see.
When you are quick to react, let me teach you to be thoughtful.
When you are angry, let me teach you to be serene.
When you feel superior, let me teach you to be respectful.
When you are self-absorbed, let me teach you to think of greater things.
When you are arrogant, let me teach you humility.
When you are lonely, let me be your companion.
When you are tired, let me carry the load.
When you need to learn, let me teach you.
After all, I am your horse.
Top 10 ways you know that Martha
Stewart has been in your barnyard...
10. There is a potpourri pomander hanging from each halter.
9. The horse's hooves have been cut with pinking shears.
8.The horse treats are all stored in McCoy crocks.
7. The manure fork has been decorated with raffia.
6. That telltale lemon slice in each new silver water bucket.
5. You find carrot & apple treats stamped out with copper cookie
cutters and decorated with royal icing using a #2 rosette tip.
4. Mane & tail hair has been collected and put into wire baskets for nesting material for the birds.
3. A seasonally appropriate grapevine wreath adorns the front of each stall.
2. Your horse goes outside naked and comes in wearing a thyme colored virgin wool hand knitted blanket with matching leg wraps.
1. The manure pile has been sculpted into swans.
The poem below is from Exotic News
I enter the barn and a soft whinny fills my ears
and suddenly a tiny head over a stall door appears.
Alert bright eyes search mine
asking..."Could it be play time?"
Is it time to jump and run?
Time to pull my cart and have some fun?
A hoof is stomped to make it clear
"Come on mom, I want out of here?"
A leaf of hay floats in the air
settling gently on her mane hair.
With a gentle touch, I brush it away
slip on the halter and we're on our way.
Out to the pasture we trot side by side
I turn her loose marveling at her dainty stride.
I settle down on a nearby stump
and watch a butterfly land gently on her rump.
A snort and a buck and a toss of her tail
Soon has that orange butterfly dis-railed.
I could watch for hours, her gentle beauty
but I've got a stall to clean and I know my duty.
So with a moan and a sigh
I head to the barn with a wave good bye.
I turn to blow my beauty a kiss
When suddenly I'm surrounded by mist!
I wake with a start
with a sharp pain to my heart.
For its only a dream that I have all the time
Waiting for the day when a mini will be mine!
by Debbie Veldhuis
THE MAGIC OF MINIS
It's magic to watch an older person smile at the feel
of a mini while sitting in a wheel chair.
It's magic to see the school children romp and laugh
at the visit on a school day from a miniature horse.
It's magic when the patients at a state hospital find
miniature horses have actually come to visit THEM.
Miniatures can bring magic to a grocery store parking
lot when customers spot them in the back of a van!
You don't think you will get home with your
ice cream before it melts.
The soft little muzzles that greet you at feeding time
bring magic even to the coldest of winter days.
And foaling time with the miracle of birth and new
little ultra soft mini beings brings a special magic to spring.
Watching them frolic and play is a magic you never
get tired of, on bright summer days.
And the magic doesn't stop there. There's the sharing
and friendships that develop among people who all
love miniature horses, and enjoy them at shows,
meetings, and while driving them.
So the next time someone asks,
"What are they good for?" Just tell them...
By Susan Oberg
You Know You're a Horse Person When.....
Your horse's hair is in better condition than your own
Your good clothes are the ones with less horse hair on them
Your tack box isn't in your car, it is your car.
You buy yourself a horse present on your birthday.
A friend tells you about a great sale at the bridle shop,
and you're excited, until you realize she means the bridal shop.
You praise your husband by saying, "good boy" and pat him on his nose.
You don't want to go on vacation because you'll miss your horses.
You ask your pregnant friend when she is foaling.
Your husband can track through the kitchen unnoticed,
but God help him if he muddies up the tack room.
You know half the owners in the barn,
but you know ALL the horses.
You tell your dog to "whoa"
Your mechanic asks which tire keeps going
flat and your response is, "the left hind."
People at the barn ask if you have kids...
you laugh and point to your horse.
Your spouse is referred to as a "Stable Widow(er)."
Co-workers know the breed, age, and color of your horse
but can't remember your spouse's name or occupation.
You give friends/family the phone number of the barn so
they can reach you in case of emergency.
You go through at least 10 lbs of carrots a week,
but no one in the house is eating them.
You can spot your horse from a herd in the pasture,
but you still lose your car in a parking lot.
You've tried Mane & tail Shampoo on yourself and really like it.
You love Mane & Tail Hoofmaker for your own "hoofies".
You don't even cringe at the thought of cleaning hour horse's sheath,
but you won't even touch that gross, disgusting clump of hair in
your tub drain...even if it belongs to you!
You have to say "stable" instead of "barn"...everyone mishears
and thinks you say "bar" and now thinks you're an alcoholic.
You accessorize your hairstyle with pieces of hay.
You examine every piece of rope or twine for its halter potential.
You think a great vacation is spending a long weekend in front
of a horse trailer by a dusty arena.
You take your children's temperature and think 102 deg F is normal.
You spend more money on horseshoes than on your own shoes.
You always keep carrots, apples and sugar cubes in your refrigerator.
You prefer the smell of a stable to cologne.
You sleep with your boots on and count horses to fall asleep.
Your laugh begins to sound like a horse whinny.
Instead of giving someone directions to turn "left" or "right,"
you tell them to "gee" or "haw."
You still have your childhood horse statues in your bedroom
WHEN I AM OLD ...
I shall wear diamonds
And a wide brimmed straw hat
With silver and leather on it
and I shall spend my social security
On white wine and carrots
And sit in the alley of my barn
And listen to my horses breathe.
I will sneak out in the middle of a summer's night
And ride the dapple grey
Across the moonstruck meadow.
If my old bones will allow.
And when people come to call I will smile and nod.
As I walk them past the gardens to the barn
And show, instead, the beauty growing there
In stalls fresh-lined with straw.
I will learn to shovel and sweat and
Wear hay in my hair as if it were a jewel.
And I will be an embarrassment to all
Who look down on me.
Who have not yet found the peace in being free
To love a horse as a friend,
A friend who waits at midnight hour
With muzzle and nicker and patient eyes
For the kind of woman I will be
When I am Old.
"You can tell a horse owner by the interior of their car.
pony nuts, straw, items of tack and a screwed-up
waxed jacket of
incredible antiquity. There is normally a
top layer of children and dogs."