Musings about equines and life
I've introduced many people to horses and horse training over the years, and all of them have had one thing in common: they start out being too nice. People who know me are usually surprised to hear me say that, because I'm about as nice as a person can get. So why wouldn't I want… Continue reading Horses and Mules WANT Strong Leaders
Despite being obsessed with horses since the early 80s, donkeys were largely off my radar until 2010. That's when I saw some pulling carts at the state fair horse show---the first donkeys I'd seen in real life---and I was instantly in love. Who could resist those ears?? The following year, we were having trouble with… Continue reading Befriending My First Donkey
As I’ve mentioned, donkeys and mules tend to do things at their own pace. And that pace usually falls somewhere between ambling and glacial. So a slogan popped into my head one night: Half-Ass Riding Club — We Get There When We Get There. I originally meant it in a literal sense, about mules being… Continue reading We Get There When We Get There
I’d like to tell you that I jumped up on Reina, felt like I was a teenager again, and we rode off confidently into the sunset. But I’ll tell you the truth instead. As I mentioned before, I was still healing up from a broken ankle when she arrived, so I had to wait a… Continue reading Getting Back in the Saddle
I think most horse people love all of our horses---even the ones we don't particularly like. 😉 But if you're really lucky, sometimes you get an extra special one that you connect with like no other. A horsey soul mate, if you will. We call those "heart horses." Rhona came into my life in 2006,… Continue reading My Heart Horse
A lot of people wonder that, and I can't blame them. Mules are usually viewed as funny-looking (or even ugly), stubborn, slow horses. Some of those things can be true, at least subjectively. I find them beautiful, but obviously that's very much in the eye of the beholder. And no, they're not going to break… Continue reading Why a Mule?
I was about five years old when I touched a horse for the first time. Some neighbors brought in a spotted pony from a relative's ranch and invited all the kids to come take a ride. I remember being lifted onto the pony's bare back and told to hang on tight, and the next thing… Continue reading The Midlife Mule
The Midlife Mule 