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Merry Christmas from Gimme A Dream

November 26, 2012 Posted by | horsing around | | Leave a comment

Squidoo Meets ‘All Things Horse’

Yes, I’ve finally gone and done it! I’ve created my first squidoo lens. It didn’t matter that I started it a couple of years ago and left it unpublished. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t understand why anyone would want a single page “lens” website. And it certainly didn’t matter that all I could do was add text to it. Well it did matter to me and I didn’t want to show it to anyone.

A couple of months ago the administration emailed me, reminding me that I was a member and that they were sending updates now, would I like to subscribe to the “lens of the day”.  Well sure! And I began to receive what they considered the best of Squidoo.

It didn’t take long for me to see a pattern to Squidoo and see possibilities and potential in the program and I knew I wanted to create a lens. So I called up my old, unpublished lens about the horses that I had here. Still I drew a blank! How to put pictures in? How do I track it? How do I use it in conjunction with Twitter? And Heaven forbid…, how does it involve blogging?

I did a very long learning curve on this one. My Squidoo Lens is called “Horse Sanctuaries” and it is at http://www.squidoo.com/gimmeadream

It isn’t quite the way I imagined it but it will be updated regularly until I find a way to add modules, banking systems, my baling twine tack for sale and other tings that will be related to horse sanctuaries that I want. It’s a ‘work in progress’, as they say.

Gimme A Dream’s Horse Sanctuary is a description of each of the horses who have become a part of his life here on the Magdalen Islands. It is the first in a series of Squidoo lens, describing various incidences involving horses here and how unexpected problems are overcome.

The second lens in the series will be the seizures of Sam’s (Sammy) Pride, giving a detailed description of her life and possible actions I might have taken differently had I know for the start, I had a very sick horse on my hands.

There will be other lens too. Lens about experiences people have with their horses while living in isolated conditions here on the island.

I don’t mean there to be any monetary gain from the lenses that I create about the horses really. This experiment is mostly about learning to use various methods to extract all the possible potential from them. Then when I have learned enough, I hope to have the knowledge and courage to put it all together into a “make a living” campaign which will help to feed the horses. Not too terrible lofty, I don’t think.

February 1, 2010 Posted by | horsing around, Uncategorized | , , , | 4 Comments

More Energy With Weetabix Cereal!

I found this an amusing video which is an ad for the morning cereal, Weetabix. Have you had your Weetabix this morning?

To Grow Long Luxurious Manes and Tails

For long manes and tails – Fairy Tale Horses

November 15, 2009 Posted by | horsing around | , , , , | Leave a comment

Copper And The Christmas Tree

Copper is a prankster! He is my black and white Pinto/Walker gelding.  So I’m going to write about another of his pranks.Copperwithwhitebridle-2

It was just before Christmas and midnight mass was to be held at the church at 10:00pm on Christmas eve.  Velma, my cousin was chosen to decorate the interior of Saint Peter’s By-the-Sea for the event.  She didn’t have many ideas so I lent her my artificial Christmas tree and all its decorations.  The lights were the mini kind and all white.  The ornaments were crystal in the shape of musical instruments, various seasonal characters and they reflected light incredibly. There were beaded ropes, white and red, to represent cranberries and popcorn and there were numerous silver bells. The angel on the top was haloed in lights.  What a beautiful tree it was! And ohhhh…, how she received the compliments on it.

After the service was finished, the deal was that she would return the tree to me so that we could have a Christmas tree in the house.  It never dawned on me that she would bring the tree fully open and decorated down the woodsy driveway.  Actually, it was her boyfriend who walked the tree in, on this clear, beautiful, moonless evening that had only a whisper of draft.   I thought Velma would be driving the tree back, but noooo…, that isn’t what happened.

Without thinking, I had left Copper loose. He was always getting out of his paddock anyway and the night was the perfect Christmas Eve.  It was gently snowing with huge flakes floating softly to the ground.  Along came Dany, Christmas tree held upright, out in front of him and a little to the side, fully decorated. He was so careful not to drop a single ornament. Velma followed him at a distance, with the lights of the car shining on the road ahead.

As he walked, Dany hummed a Christmas melody that had been sung at the church. The car lights split to both sides of him, so that it was black in front of him.

Umfffffff! He stopped dead. It was soft and warm. “Neighhhhhhhh!” went the furry pillow that he ran into.  Copper turned and Dany saw the white on his back and chest.  Copper went straight at him, curious to all the reflections that were coming from the tree, which was twinkling in the headlight.

Now understand, Dany had never seen a horse before, let alone run into the arse end of one on a snowy night. He screamed, then Copper screamed. Dany turned and ran back down the driveway, screaming and cursing the whole way. Copper ran after him.  Decorations went helter-skelter into the woods along side the drive, into snowbanks and onto branches and finally into the graveyard.  But Dany never let go of the tree.

Velma sat in her car and laughed until she cried.  She could only make out the bobbing tree with silver tinsel and tinkling bells and screaming curses, as it quickly approached her car. She realized what had happened too late and Dany had to suffer.

Meanwhile, I heard the ruckus and screams from the house and came running.  Copper chased Dany only till the end of the woods and stopped. He knew he wasn’t allowed to go any further and he knew that there was no reason to go any further.  By this time, he knew the funny looking shiny tree didn’t have anything good to eat. The ground was snow-covered so there was no food out there.

By the time I reached Copper, Dany was behind the car and Velma was roaring with laughter. Dany was cursing what he called the f—ing cheval.  It took weeks to get the whole story out of Velma, she laughed harder each time she told the story about Dany running into the horse’s back-end. Each time she heard the grunt come first from Dany and then from Copper. Each time she described the tree bobbing up and down the full length of the driveway, she laughed harder. And every time she tried to describe the expressions of Dany and the horse, she’d double up laughing.

Now, every Christmas for the past dozen years or so, we have our own Christmas tale that never ceases to bring giggles and laughter to the audience who wants to listen.  I, on the other hand, picked up decorations off the driveway and out of the woods and graveyard for the next six months. And Copper continued to pull practical jokes on people whenever he was given the opportunity.

November 5, 2009 Posted by | horsing around, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Our Pride And Joy!

Baby Bumblebee 2 days old 002aBaby Bumblebee 2 days old 004aBaby Bumblebee 2 days old 012aBaby BumbleBee at two days old being introduced to the big world of the paddock. BumbleBee is a Quarter Horse (Busy Lizzie) cross with America Paint stallion, Joe (photo in the “I Can’t Believe It’s A Painting” article).

She is a feisty little filly.

September 28, 2009 Posted by | horsing around | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Metropolitan Mounted Police At Olympia

June 1, 2009 Posted by | horsing around, Uncategorized | 3 Comments

I Can’t Believe It’s A Painting!!!

I found this cool new site…, well not actually found since I was pointed in the right direction, lol. But the site is owned and run by my sister, who sent me the URL, http://www.icantbelieveitsapainting.com.

My sister, Audrey is an artist from way back. She studied at the Southern Alberta Institute of Technology (SAIT) in the field of fine arts. She is a former jeweler, also, and a teacher. Take my word for it, Audrey knows art!

The name of the site is “I Can’t Believe It’s A Painting”. I’m so proud of my sister. She got a number of fabulous artists together, to offer their services. They paint from photographs because they are living in different areas, all over the world. I suppose they do sittings also, but under the circumstances it is easier to offer a service like this, online, by the use of photos. oils_018.171230448_std

I’m always taking photos and I have a few that I really treasure. My sister had one painted for me. It is a scenery shot of Brion Island. It is of a beautiful cliff with a lighthouse on top after a storm. The cliff is being beaten by wild, breaking waves.  I took the photo after an August gale in 1999, when I worked as a tourist guide to the Ecological Reserve of Brion Island.

I wanted to show another horse from the Giddy Up Pony Camp, and Audrey had given me the perfect way to do so. This is a painting of Joe. Pretty, isn’t he! Joe is a registered Paint stallion and he is a prominent member at Giddy Up Acres. Joe is so gentle and lay-back, he can be trusted with the most important cargo, a child on his back. oils_002.171221850_std

Here’s another painting of Joe with Amanda’s father, Cyrus. I honestly thought it was a scanned photograph. The likeness of Cyrus and Joe to reality is stunning! I can’t believe it’s a painting! (Cyrus is a tall man)oils_011.177220840_std

Here is a painting of my fabulous niece, Amanda Currie-Poirier, owner of the Giddy Up Pony Camp and her horse, Casper’s Haunting You. Amanda is the person I’ve wrote about in other posts. (lol, she looks like me!)oils_012.171222909_std

If you’re interested in knowing more about these fine artists, who do such wonderful paintings, my advice is to go to the website, I Can’t Believe It’s A Painting and take a look for yourself. All the information is there on how to acquire a beautiful painting of your own special horse, person, scenery, or anything else that is special to you.

I Honestly Can’t Believe It’s A Painting!!!

(please take note that the horizontal lines in the photos of the paintings are caused by the scanner/printer or computer. The lines don’t exist on the paintings. As usual the photos don’t do the paintings justice. I know, because I have the painting of Brion Island above my computer and I compared it closely.)

May 28, 2009 Posted by | horsing around | , , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

A Horse Wife Is…,

A sentimental fool! She displays a minimum of 6 8×10 color photos of her horse, and carries a crumpled snapshot of you (taken before you were married) somewhere in the bottom of her purse!

Easy to locate! She’s either out on the horse or in the barn!
Upholds the double standard! Smooches with the most bewhiskered beast, but recoils when you need a shave!

Owns but one vacuum cleaner and operates it exclusively in the barn! A social butterfly! Providing the party is given by another horsy wife! Falls asleep in her soup at all other functions!

Economy minded! Won’t waste money on permanents, facials or manicures! A culinary perfectionist!

Checks every section of hay for mold but doesn’t blink when she petrifies your dinner in the microwave! Occasionally amorous. But never leaves lipstick on your collar! At worst a slight trace of chapstick!

Easy to outfit! No need for embarrassing visits to uncomfortable little boutiques! You can find all she wears at your local tack store.

Features a selective sense of smell! Bitterly complains about your sticky sweet cigar smoke while remaining totally oblivious to the almost visible aroma of her barn boots drying next to the heater!

Unmistakable in bathing suits! She’s the one whose tan starts at the nose, ends at the neck, and picks up again at the wrist!

A dedicated clubwoman as long as the words “horse” and/or “riding” appear in its name! Has your leisure at heart! Eliminates grass cutting by turning every square inch of lawn into pasture (which, in turn, converts itself into MUD)!

A master at multiplication! She starts with one horse, ads a companion, and if it’s a mare she breeds it!

Keeps an eagle eye on the budget! Easily justifies spending hundreds of dollars but croaks when you spend $10 for a tie!

An engaging conversationalist! Can rattle on endlessly about training and the pros and cons of castration! Socially aware! Knows that formal occasions call for clean boots!

A moving force in the family! House by house, she will get you to move closer and closer to horse country (and farther from your job)!

Easy to please! A new wheelbarrow, custom boots, or even a folding hoof-pick will win her heart forever! Shows her affection in unusual ways! If she pats you on the neck and says, “You’re a good boy”. Believe it or notice she loves you! There is no secret so close as that between a rider and her horse.

My Personal Outlook On Life

The other day I was asked by another lady on the net, how many times I was asked, “Do you love your horse more then me?” Without even thinking, I responded, “I don’t know anyone stupid enough to ask that question. They all know the answer would be ‘YES’ a thousand times ‘YES!!!’

May 27, 2009 Posted by | horsing around | Leave a comment

How many horses does it take to change a light bulb?

Thoroughbred: Who ME?? Do WHAT? I’m scared of light bulbs! I’m outta here!
               
Arabian: I changed it an hour ago. C’mon you guys – catch up!
               
Quarter Horse: Put all the bulbs in a round pen and tell me which one you want.
               
Standardbred: Oh for Pete’s Sake, give me the darn bulb and let’s be done with it.
               
Shetland Pony: Give it to me. I’ll kill it and we won’t have to worry about it anymore.
               
Friesian: I would, but I can’t see where I’m going from behind all this mane.
               
Belgian: Put the Shetland on my back, maybe he can reach it then.
               
Warmblood: Is the 2nd Level Instruction Packet in English?Doesn’t anyone realize that I was sold for $75K as a yearling, but only because my hocks are bad, otherwise I would be worth $100K? I am NOTchanging light bulb. Make the TB get back here and do it.
               
Morgan: Me! Me! Me! Pleeease let me! I wanna do it! I’m gonna do it! I know how, really I do! Just watch! I’ll rewire the barn after,too.
               
Appaloosa: Ya’ll are a bunch of losers. We don’t need to change the light bulb, I ain’t  scared of the dark. And someone make that darn Morgan stop jumping up and down before I double barrel him.
               
Haflinger: That thing I ate was a light bulb?
               
Mustang: Light bulb? Let’s go on a trail ride, instead. And camp. Out in the open like REAL horses.
               
Lipizzaner: Hah, amateurs. I will change the light bulb. Not only that, but I will do it while standing on my hind legs and balancing it on my nose, after which I will perform seven flying lead changes in a row and a capriole. Can you do that? Huh? Huh? Didn’t think so.
               
Miniature: I bet you think I can’t do it just cause I’m small. You know what that is? It’s sizeism!
               
Akhal Teke: I will only change it if it’s my owner’s light bulb and no one else has ever touched it.
               
Andalusian: I will delegate the changing of the light bulb to my personal groom after he finishes shampooing my mane and cleaning my saddle, but only on the condition that it is  changed for a soft blue or green bulb, which reflects better off my coat while I exhibit my astonishing gaits.
               
Cleveland Bay: I’m busy. Make the whipper-in and the hounds do it.
               
Saddlebred: My ears are up already, please, please get the light bulb away from me! I’m ready to show, really, I promise I’ll win!
               
Paint: Put all the light bulbs in a pen, tell me which one you want, and my owner will bet you twenty bucks I can get it before the quarter horse.
               
POA: I’m not changing it. I’m the one who kicked the old one and broke it in the first place, remember? Now, excuse me, I have a grain room to break into.
               
Grade Horse: Guys? Um, guys? I hope you don’t mind, but I went ahead and changed it while you were all arguing.
               
Brood Mare: Oh my god, it’s light in here, it’s supposed to be dark at this time in December, darn, now I’m in heat again.
               
City Carriage Horse: I’ll do it. For $35.00 per half hour. Plus tip. The bulb-changing starts from the minute I leave my stall to do it, until I get back to my stall. Travel Time, you understand!

April 29, 2009 Posted by | horsing around | Leave a comment

How to Be a Better Equestrian

In 10 easy, simple-to-do lessons :horse12

#10. Drop a heavy steel object on your foot. Don’t pick it up right
away. Shout, “Get Off, Stupid!
GET OFF!”

#9. Leap out of a moving vehicle and practice “relaxing into the
fall.” Roll lithely into a ball and spring to your feet.

#8. Learn to grab your checkbook and write out a $200 check without
even looking down.

#7. Jog long distances carrying a halter and a carrot. Go ahead and tell the neighbors what you are doing – they might as well know now.

#6. Affix a pair of reins to a moving freight train and practice pulling to a halt, smile as if you are having fun.

#5. Hone your fibbing skills: “See, moving hay bales is FUN!”  and, “No, really, I’m glad YOUR LUCKY performance and multimillion dollar horse won the class. I am just thankful that MY HARD WORK and actual ability won me second place”.

#4. Practice dialing your chiropractor’s number with both arms paralyzed to the shoulder and one foot anchoring the lead rope of a frisky horse.

#3. Borrow the US Army’s slogan: Be All That You Can Be — bitten, thrown, kicked, slimed, trampled, frozen…

#2. Lie face down in a puddle of mud in your most expensive riding clothes and repeat to yourself, “This is a learning experience, this is a learning experience, this is…”

#1. THE NUMBER ONE EXERCISE TO BECOME A BETTER EQUESTRIAN: Remember, it’s never the horse’s fault.

April 16, 2009 Posted by | horsing around | 3 Comments