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What do you do With Miles of Baling Twine? – installment #7


Barrel Racing Beaded Bridle


Close up of Brow Strap of Barrel Racing Beaded Bridle

The newest edition to the What do you do With Miles of Baling Twine series. It is a bridle to match the previous breast strap which will be used solely for barrel racing competitions.

The 6/0 glass seed beads are close to the same colour as the twine, burnt orange according to the label. Each one is sewn on the bridle individually and they add a subtle bling to an otherwise dull orange.

This bridle has been sold and will be custom fit to a chestnut and white Arabian horse. All hooks and buckles will be removed and where ever connections are, they will be hand sewn in place. Unnecessary straps will not be used, giving the bridle a minimalist feel and look.

See Installment #6 What do you do With Miles of Baling Twine?

Installment #5 What to do with Miles of Baling Twine

Installment #4 Horse Halter and Matching Lead Rope

Installment #3 Another Update to Baling Twine

Installment #2 An Update in the Post, “What Do You Do With Miles of Baling Twine”

Installment #1 What Do You Do With Miles of Baling Twine?


July 12, 2015 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

John’s CupCake

My Very First Scrapbook Pagecupcake

CupCake is my last equine friend and permanent resident at Leslie Stables. As the veterinarians decide and work on her lameness, I will add to her page with other pages.

April 27, 2015 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

The Cutest Dressage Performance Ever!

January 29, 2015 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

I Have A Golden Horse, Do You?


I have a Golden Horse! But I’m the only one who sees Willow Breeze as golden. I don’t publish much about her since she has nothing really striking or unique that is visible. Most people don’t get along with her, not because she treats them badly but because she doesn’t normally treat people at all. But make no mistake, Willow  is Golden.


The Golden Horse


Interested ears forward pricked,

patiently waiting through soft velvety nose-kisses,

the Golden Horse

loves the grooming attention;

two hours of brushing, polishing and wiping

with nary a fuss but more like a sweet relaxation

reminiscent of a day at the spa.


Solidly standing for the mount,

quietly ambling the first strides

into 100% effort.

Team player to the point

Of two becoming one.


Reciprocal listening, flickering ears back and forth,

gives and takes and loose flowing backs,

seamless communication seemingly telepathic,

mindreading  aids and signals, snorts and strides,

bounces and swings –

there is no better synergy

than when two combine.


Patiently waiting through your confusion,

Kindly caring through less-than-perfect risk-taking,

he is the ultimate teacher

in your quest to grow.


One of a kind.


April 6, 2014 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment


August 13, 2011 Posted by | Uncategorized | 2 Comments

Sunny, Mom or Mummy Extraordinaire!

You are looking at one extraordinary mom. Meet Sunny…. Sunny is Gimme A Dream’s pet feline. She slept on the big 17hh Hanoverian often during the winter and spring, needling him a back massage whenever he need needed it.

Well on August 8th, 2011 Sunny had a litter of four kittens. She had two in my computer chair, not to my appreciation but moved into a dresser drawer that I placed just below the chair, where my feet normally go. And all was well for four days.

A neighbour had a cat who had four kittens two weeks ago. Two days ago the mother cat went missing. We don’t know what happened to her but the kittens were left alone for almost two days and were hungry and crying loudly.

I didn’t want to but after looking high and low for the mother cat, I brought the kittens home not thinking about putting them on Sunny because she had a full plate with her own brood. Emergence kitten food, gloop was made by my son (recipe is below) and small syringes were sterilized. Then the difficult task of feeding began. And it is difficult to feed kittens.

Their owner and his little 7-year old daughter rushed 100km round trip to the veterinarian to buy bottles and then to the pet shop to buy kitten supplement powder. But by the time they returned Sunny had one of the extra kittens with her brood, the one that was crying the loudest. The kitten that is ginger and white in the picture.

Within two hours she had claimed all 8 kittens and had them in the dresser drawer at my feet.

Now there isn’t enough room for all the kittens and the two week old kittens are far more aggressive at getting the nipples, so after 5 or 10 minutes I remove them to their own box but they cry and Sunny goes after them and one by one returns them to her dresser drawer, after her own brood is satisfied. She feeds and cleans them and they all go to sleep peacefully for an hour or so. Then the whole mess starts over again.

August 13, 2011 Posted by | Uncategorized | 2 Comments

An Interesting Fact About…, Manure!

 in case you missed it !!!

When people ask what you learned today ……

Manure… An interesting fact

Manure :  In the 16th and 17th centuries, everything had to be transported by ship and it was also before the invention of commercial fertilizers, so large shipments of manure were quite common.

It was shipped dry, because in dry form it weighed a lot less than when wet, but once water (at sea) hit it, not only did it become heavier, but the process of fermentation began again, of which a by product is methane gas of course. As the stuff was stored below decks in bundles you can see what could (and did) happen.
Methane began to build up below decks and the first time someone came below at night with a lantern, BOOOOM!

Several ships were destroyed in this manner before it was determined just what was happening

After that, the bundles of manure were always stamped with the instruction ‘ Stow high in transit ‘ on them, which meant for the sailors to stow it high enough off the lower decks so that any water that came into the hold would not touch this volatile cargo and start the production of methane.



Thus evolved the term ‘ S.H.I.T ‘ , (Stow High In Transit) which has come down through the centuries and is in use to this very day.

You probably did not know the true history of this word.

Neither did I.   

I had always thought it was a golf term





August 2, 2011 Posted by | Uncategorized | 1 Comment

What to do With Miles of Baling Twine

Around the house slippers is the latest experiment.

These slippers are not the most comfortable pair of footwear I’ve ever had on my feet but they might just be the most durable. I find them expectedly a little stiff but no more than a new pair of slippers. They do surprisingly enough keep any drafts off my feet and keep my feet warm while roaming around outside in sub zero temperatures. That is better than my rubber boot do, I must say. But in all fairness, I don’t wander through muck and manure as I do with boots.

I wouldn’t wear them without socks but I wouldn’t think twice about running to the corner store with them on,either. All-in-all, I’d say they are a successful knitting project, one I intend to duplicate for my son.

This is the pattern I started off with but as you can see I modified it so completely that it doesn’t look like the same slipper. I followed the heel section pretty close to the original but when I reached the toe section, I changed to knit 1, purl 1, and reduced for the toe around 1 inch shorter than I needed. I reduced at the sole edges 3 times, every second row. Then I cut the string and pulled it through the remainder stitches and pulled it tight. I thought it would be stretchier around the toes this way.

These slippers are part of the ever growing list of baling twine products within my arsenal…. Added to the product of the halter and lead rope, the dog leash with a training martingale, the bitless bridle, the beaded bridle and the lead rope.


December 2, 2010 Posted by | tack, Uncategorized | , , | 1 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

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

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