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NEIGH-borhood Tales: Attack of the Ancient Pony - Cherokee

NEIGH-borhood Tales: Attack of the Ancient Pony – Cherokee

  Horses usually crave the companionship of other horses. Although I like having a friendly pasture mate, I don’t mind being alone. At least no one will steal my food, bite me, or chase me.  Poor Sonny always needs a buddy no matter where he is or what he’s doing. If Mom takes him out on […]

NEIGH-borhood Tales: I Quit!

NEIGH-borhood Tales: I Quit!

I’ve had plenty of training and more show experience than everyone else in the NEIGH-borhood. I haven’t forgotten a thing I’ve been taught, but like any athlete, I can get out of shape, mentally and physically. Although people can train to become accomplished gymnasts and dancers, Mother Nature didn’t really intend for them to spend their […]

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NEIGH-borhood Tales: Wild Boar and a Giant Puddle?!

We were still in our paddocks when the latest storm moved into the NEIGH-borhood, but Mom didn’t scurry out to rescue us. A summer rainstorm won’t hurt us. Besides,a shower is refreshing, and none of us is frightened of thunder.  But. . . isn’t there always a but?  I am afraid of puddles. Although horses have super […]

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NEIGH-borhood Tales: Ya Can’t Catch Me Monsters! Sonny

I’ve been wracking my brain for a story of amazing bravery, but unfortunately all I remember are more tales of fear and panic. Oh well, as they say, “It is what it is.” I was Mom’s first—and only—horse until Cherokee moved in. Horses do NOT like being alone. It doesn’t matter whether our companion is […]

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NEIGH-borhood Tales: When Good Ponies Go Bad- Cherokee

I’m the last pony who’d ever think of “going bad”, but there was one time I broke the barn rules. When Sonny and I were the lone inhabitants of the NEIGH-borhood, we always shared a paddock. Although some owners lead multiple horses, Mom always takes the safe route by handling one horse at a time. […]

OW Mom! I Don't Feel So Good!

OW Mom! I Don’t Feel So Good!

Beau Geste If Sonny is the King of the Wimps, then I guess I’m the King of the Accident-Prone. Despite our size and strength, horses are physically fragile, especially me. I’ve been to the horse hospital twice, cut my knee badly enough to need stitches, fractured my skull, contracted Lyme disease, popped a splint, damaged […]

Crops and Whips and Spurs, Oh My!

Crops and Whips and Spurs, Oh My!

                                                                    Crops, whips, and spurs are just a few of the “artificial aids” a rider uses to  help communicate with the horse. Since I’m not a big fan of “manners”, Mom always carries a whip when she leads me. She’ll hold it up and say, “No shenanigans, Meenster. Don’t make mommy use the whip.” I […]

Platinum - I'm No Dummy

Platinum – I’m No Dummy

Can you believe some people think horses are dumb? It’s probably just because they don’t speak horse. Suppose you met someone who didn’t speak your language. Would you think they weren’t smart just because you couldn’t understand them? I hope not! Not only can we comprehend words, we’re also really good at reading body language. Mom used […]

Merry Monsters!

Merry Monsters!

  It’s the holiday season again! Do you know how I know? I don’t watch TV. I’ve never been to the mall—and I hope I never will be. Mom doesn’t play Christmas music in the barn and she hasn’t taken us to see Santa. Give up? Those horrible, horse-eating monsters are back on the front […]

Beau Geste - It's Alive!

Beau Geste – It’s Alive!

I’ve never met a horse who didn’t love to eat. Hay is good, but grain is deeelicious. One morning I got an unwelcome surprise when I stuck my nose into my feed bin. My grain was squeaking! Kids may like cereal that says, “Snap, Crackle, Pop”, but I’m not about to eat anything that talks. […]

Roamin' in the Gloamin'

Roamin’ in the Gloamin’

My name is Platinum Decision and I’m a thoroughbred, the fourth horse to join the herd. Like many thoroughbreds, I started training at the racetrack at age two. Only the fastest horses stay there; most of us are sent off to new homes and new jobs. After I left, I learned how to be a […]

Older and Wiser

Older and Wiser

I don’t have a fancy pedigree like Sonny. In fact no one knows who my parents or grandparents were. A horse like me with “mystery” relatives is called a grade horse. I’m small, only14.1 hands, with patches of white and chocolate brown fur. A little girl saw me and wasn’t sure whether I was a […]

King of the Wimps

King of the Wimps

My name is Generally Sonny, and I’m a 26 year-old, registered Quarter horse—America’s most popular breed. We can trace our ancestry back to 18th Century America when the  colonists’ thoroughbreds had babies with native American ponies. Although thoroughbreds are fast, we can burst into full speed and beat them in the first quarter mile—which is […]

It's Show Time!

It’s Show Time!

Mom named me Trinity because I’m her third horse, but most of the time she calls me The Meenster, short for mini-monster. I’m not mean, but I am mischievous. If I get bored, look out! I belong to a breed of horses called Morgans who can all trace their ancestry back to one special stallion named […]