I
am seven years old ..
with an attitude that makes me the "Bart
Simpson" of horses !
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The
little video in the next column, that I am
looking at, was photographed when I was only
two. It shows just a little bit of what happened on the day that I moved to my new home, with my soon to be amigo, John. I was really kind of skittish at first, because I had become very suspicious of some things that humans had done to me. I tend to be a bit moody, anyway. It's probably a family trait.
During
the first two years of my life, I was kept
in a prison cell most of the time, after this human took be away from my mom, On a lot of those
days, they would let me out in the prison yard,
alone by myself, for only about an hour of exercise.
Nearly all of the rest of the time, I was kept
locked in my cell. The humans called my prison cell "a box stall". And their name for the prison yard was "a small riding ring".
When I finally was moved to my new home, where John lived, he put me in a stall for about ten minutes, to meet these two llamas, who became my very first outdoor family band. Then, to my surprise, he just opened our stall doors .. and pretty much has left them open, ever since. Wow! What
a great change in my life!
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 This
is John's first Arabian horse, the late Natam. He is key
to the ongoing development of our new
"LIVING WITH HORSES - ISSUES" sub-site, now being
developed. John did all the training of Natam, himself.
And John thinks that some horse owners, especially new ones,
might be interested in learning about a lot of the mistakes
he made during Natam's 27 year lifetime.
I,
myself, am only 7 years old this year (2004), and
John is making some new mistakes
with me. But we're trying to share our thoughts, learn
together and change for the better, which is what the new
sub-site is all about.
-Bart
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"registered" name is HF Epic. And, I think
it's a really stupid name. The initials "HF"
stand for the name of some farm, where I was born.
So, somebody must have thought I should spend the rest of
my life advertising their farm.
My amigo,
John, has become so disgusted with the selfish, cruel,
and long established profiteering practices of humans who belong to
various horse groups, that he quit his memberships in
both the Arabian and quarter horse associations. His cancellation of membership in the quarter horse group was in response to its officers' official decision to support the killing of horses in foreign owned slaughterhouses in the U.S.
John's objection to my
registered name really is no big deal, just what he calls a stupid commercial advertisement. He says that HE was born at Philadelphia General Hospital, but was
not given the name "PGH John Brian'! And, I am
happy to tell you that he said the Arabian Horse Association
members can take their fancy breed registration papers and
four horse show ribbons that I came with, and stick all
of them in some "place where the sun don't shine".
He thinks that the bad habits I developed in my
first two years, like rearing up, nipping and being extremely
head shy, were too great a price to pay for satisfying some
human's self-cenetered and egotistical attitudes that winning
is everything. And, when he found out that I had spend six months with an abusive horse trainer, he really exploded.
I think I may
sense a bit of anger or hostility here. And, I will
do my best to get John to keep his cool, as well as a sense
of humor, as much as possible, in his reports and discussions,
elsewhere on this web site
-Bart |
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Click
on windows for photo ENLARGEMENTS..or double-click center
image, to replay tiny video of Bart's first meeting, in
1999, with Llamas, Allys and Beaker.
Larger
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is my friend, Danny, who arrived here on June 5th, 2003.
It really surprised me when, suddenly, there he was ...
in MY pasture. I really wanted to meet him and maybe become
buddies. But I was also concerned about my herd members,
llamas Allys and Beaker, who you can see in my Spring Photo
Album. So I acted up a little ... well, a LOT, to show this
new guy who's really in charge around here. And, BOY, WAS
I SURPRISED when he kicked me ... really good in the shoulder.
I even limped the next couple of steps. But we're such great
friends now. And I never want Danny' to leave, especially
since he lets me boss him around, now.
-Bart
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