Stable

Boarding a Horse: Pasture vs. Stable For centuries horse and man have existed in a partnership which has provided mutual benefits. The horse has aided man's advancement toward civilization as a diligent worker, reliable transportation method, brave soldier, and trusted friend. In return, man has protected the horse from predators and disease, and provided food and shelter to ensure the continued health and well being of his equine companion. As well meaning as man's intentions may be, not all

somewhere to think, and the only place she could ever really do that is in the horse stables with the servants. Her dad used to bring her there all the time, and sometimes she would sneak out to speak to the servants and ride the horses. The bright, warm morning sun was rising and shone across the long lines of recently cut grapevines as she walked down the steep hill toward the

yard anxiously waiting, with a new lead rope in my hands, for him to arrive. I had checked the time on my phone about a hundred times. They were due any minute now and I could hardly contain my excitement. To waste a little time, I ran back to the stable to check it was ready for him, although of course I knew it was. The earthy smell of freshly laid wood chips filled my nostrils. My mother shouted, “They are here” and I turned to watch a horse-box trundle into the yard. This was actually happening

goodbyes. Our cabin was in the valley with other cabins with people around our age. We got go go swimming in the pool and the lake and we also went on the banana boat. After dinner some of us left our group to go to horse camp. They kept the houses in a stable at the bottom of a big hill. It was the first day of camp so everyone got to pick a horse and it was my first time going, so I didn't know the horses very well, but I picked one named Charlie. Charlie was a big brown horse.

safe resting places away from populated areas, we came across a large building. From a safe distance, we observed the building for a long time before deciding to enter. It turned out to be a horse stable, and the lone resident standing inside its stall didn’t seem to mind our presence. Above the stable and extending over half its length was a hayloft. We climbed up to the loft, made ourselves a cozy bed, and rested until late that afternoon, when we resumed our journey. By this time I had developed

Walking into the sunlit barn hallway, the musky scent of hay and horse fur overwhelms my senses. I see a chestnut-colored horse stick his head over the wooden stall door to greet me. As I look around, I notice other volunteers getting horses saddled up and ready for the next lesson. Turning around I smile at a young student entering with her mom, ecstatic at the prospect of being able to ride a horse despite being in a wheelchair. Heartland Equine Therapeutic Riding Academy, located in Gretna, makes

“Dave, you idiot! You no good scum bucket, get back in your stall!” How on earth could this horse have gotten out of his stall yet again? It was a hot and humid day in August, and my patience was wearing as thin as my sweat-covered t-shirt. Dave was a horse I bought about a month ago, and boy was he an annoying son of a gun. Every single day he would find a way to get out of his stall. Besides that, each time he was tied to a fence or trailer he would somehow get himself untied. Some would

about anything when we are out side and riding together. We had the greatest bod of horse and rider at the stable that my father own and I helped him run the place since I know the place like it was the back of my hand. it was 25 acres just fields and a coble show rings when we hold shows and coptins at fairs, acople of race tracks for pefisonls and for the riders that rude at the stable to prates raching riding and a couple of rings for the lesson that me and my father oferd to riders and a barn

I got my horse when I was twelve for my golden birthday. Before I took my horse home, I went to where he currently was to learn how to ride and spend some time with him so we were both comfortable with each other. My first day there the woman I bought my horse from took me out to the pasture and told me to call his name, Kash. When Kash was the first of many horses to come up to the gate, I knew that he was going to be a great horse. Kash is a chestnut brown and his mane and tail are black, he has

I knew the time was coming, Indy was getting older and deserved to finally retire from the show ring. But what was I going to do? I couldn’t afford my own horse, there weren’t any horses advanced enough for me to ride, let alone learn anything from. Then there was Willow. Willow was a gorgeous, 13 year old mare with a dark, polished coat and statuesque figure; but she had a few “minor” corks. She was a phenomenal show jumper who had hundreds of thousands of dollars in winnings and ribbons; the only