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Halloween is coming.

This spooky season is a chance to show some creative ideas.  Natural, animal lovers love to share it with pets.

Creepy costumes and candy can be bad for animals - either because they are scared of what they don't understand or because they can eat something that could make them ill. Keep your critters close.

Yet some creatures, even horses, will share the holiday on the right circumstances. A costume contest at a horse show gives a horse a chance to share the fun, if they are willing.

Here are a few of the wilder pictures I've found.

Top 2 photos by silhouettestable (Photobucket)

Need ideas for dressing up your horse?

Try these links. But be careful: your horse and his friends have to know it's safe.

Costume Ideas for Horses

Happy Halloween!

Halloween is coming.

This spooky season is a chance to show some creative ideas.  Natural, animal lovers love to share it with pets.

Creepy costumes and candy can be bad for animals - either because they are scared of what they don't understand or because they can eat something that could make them ill. Keep your critters close.

Yet some creatures, even horses, will share the holiday on the right circumstances. A costume contest at a horse show gives a horse a chance to share the fun, if they are willing.

Here are a few of the wilder pictures I've found.

Top 2 photos by silhouettestable (Photobucket)

Need ideas for dressing up your horse?

Try these links. But be careful: your horse and his friends have to know it's safe.

Costume Ideas for Horses

Happy Halloween!

This site is now changing. I intend to shift from 'look at my stuff' to more fun and information on Horses and their fantasy counterparts. I do intend to have a Teddy Bear section. (It's related, but more on that later.)

So what does Fantasy have to do with Changing the World?

Everything. Those of us who love fantasy suspend disbelief. Instead of saying: there is no proof there are unicorns, we can say "can you prove there aren't or never were?"

Instead of saying, horses aren't really like smart like that old horse Trigger ('the smartest horse in the movies" - you can find free movies on the internet with him, look up Roy Rogers) or Black Beauty chasing the bad guys, we start looking for the instruction manual on how to train the horse, or drawing them or just riding them in our dreams while looking out the school bus window. The fact we may not currently own one or even have seen a live one has nothing to do with it.

Tthe world says "This is how it is, it would cost too much money, too much effort, too much time to change it,". I say "why?"

Kids Change the World too! In fact, they have an advantage.

The first step in changing the world is recognizing where something needs to change. Sometimes you see it on the news or the internet. Maybe it came from word of mouth or hits you like a bolt of lightning as you see your cousin lying in a hospital bed. You realize this trouble really does affect you.

The first reaction is helpless anger. Why don't the adults do something? I don't know. Even the other adults are asking that.

This is where kids have an advantage.  Something about growing up often makes us lose that belief that we can do anything. That's why so many adults outgrow fantasy, science fiction and games of 'let's pretend.' Not all of them: some of them go out and make dreams a reality. It took an adult named Walt Disney to bring to life Mickey Mouse.

So don't stop there at 'helpless'. DO SOMETHING YOURSELF! Find out about the issue. Is that company doing something that was just wrong? Is it a person? A governement agency?

But how can you make a difference? Your just one person. But an election can be won by only a single vote. A big business may think it's worth ignoring a problem if it makes them more money. But YOU buy those things. You and your family and friends  can vote with your money or at least threaten too. Send them letters. Better yet, sign a petition and spread the word. Suddenly one person isn't just costing them a few bucks. It's an army blocking them from bringing in money. Now you have their attention. And what if you are too young to vote? Your parents do (or should) Make sure they know and if you right to someone in the government who is elected, remind them of that.

If you are under a certain age, you probably can't sign the online petitions. But you can always start your own by hand. You can write and probably even call. Remember to talk to your parents first.

Worst case scenario: nothing happens. But you'll know you did your best.

Here are some examples of kids who changed the world: I'd rate most of these PG

7 Children who changed the World  Warning: some of these have ended in death. But their actions continue to influence others. Parental Guidance Suggested.

Jake and the Pillow Pets Quest PG again. One  boy with cancer decided to get enough pillow pets to give to every child in the hospital. But it didn't end there.

Ryan's Wells  He started at age 6 to raise money for people in places that had no safe drinking water.

Adventure's In Autism One boy dared explain to the class about his autism.

Websites that give ideas on how to make a Difference:

Random Kid.org

Kids Make a Difference  This one specialized in helping animals.

Change the World Kids Teens changing the world with humanitarian and environmental initiative.

Change.org  You probably need to be an adult to sign the petitions or create them. But you can find issues here that do affect you.

Ideas and Opportunities to change the world These are just little, day to day things for you and the people around you.

Goodsearch  Use Google much? What if every time you searched money went to your favorite charity? What if every time you went to an online store and bought something a part of the money went to Charity too? If you use Goodsearch rather than Google, you are doing that. And you don't spend a dime.

The Important thing about changing the world is that you can't do it alone: but then, you don't have to. Just get started, put in the effort, spread the word and other people will join you. That's when change happens.

Horses have had a strong influence on human culture.  In places, they are entwines so deeply that to remove the horse would be a horrible blow to that history.  Through their bloodlines they trace back to the mounts of warriors, emperors,  conquerors and more.  

Humans are funny creatures in that we tend - in America, at least, to throw out a lot of things.  But that same stuff in a few generations may be called collectible, antique, or more, a piece of history. Then we pay a fortune for stuff that we tossed out as useless not so long ago.  We tend to seek out the left overs of bygone eras, dust them off, and try and reconstruct a way of life long gone. 

Living History

Animals are unique in the sense that they are living history.  A genetic bloodline molded through environment or circumstance or human intervention. Those who are aware of this tend to do there best to preserve them.  Those who aren't tend to toss them aside like garbage.

Cultures Influenced by the Horse

Arabian horses are the corner stone of most modern breeds.  The turbulent area of arabia they hail from has been strongly influenced.  The bedouin tribes rode mares into battle and often took them into their own tents.  Their battles were usually fought from the back of the horse.

The Native Americans quickly took to horses. The most famous result of this is the Appaloosa horse, named for the Palouse river where it was first bred.  The Nez Perce tribe that bred them ended up on reservations, but the breed survived. Today they breed an animal called the 'Nez Perce' horse, using appaloosa and Akhale Teke as foundation stock.

The Mongols were a conquering people that no-one wanted to be on the wrong side of.  They rode mares into battle with foals at their side and drank their blood and milk - not enough to kill the horse, just enough to fuel themselves for battle.

All of Europe was once in turmoil.  The spanish and draft breeds were often ridden by the Renaisaance Knights in the numerous territorial battles.  Today, the Lippizaner horse and the Spanish Riding School still perform the battle manuevers for the enjoyment of the public, thereby acting as a living reminder of history.

Chincoteague and Shackleford Banks.  These small American islands feature the roundups of the island ponies and the sale, bringing in plentiful tourist dollars. 

Finally horses helped settle the west of America.  Most notable of all:  the mustang.  Quarter horses and Morgans as well as Tennessee walkers and Saddlebreds served in the calvary and served to help the culture thrive.

Battle to Keep History Alive

Keeping horses as living evidence of history is one way to keep history interesting.  Text books can't cover everything and schools often seem to go out of there way to make it dull.  The truth is, there is far too much history as of the 21st century to expect schools to do it all.  One needs a living inspiration, something present.

That something is the horse. Those who recognize this fight to preserve it, for some have already given in to extinction.

In World War II the Spanish Riding School was nearly lost. The stallions at the school were trapped in a city with bombs falling on.  The Nazi's refused to allow their retreat, more concerned witth the appearance than the fact they could be lost.  The mares meanwhile were in direct path of the advancing Russians.  Their horseman were being conscripted.  Finally, the school head, Podhasky, spirited the horses away to a town which soon fell to the Americans.  He convinced General Patton to rescue the mares, and the horses survived.  Today the Spanish Riding School still stands and occasionally tours America.

The Appaloosa, caught in the conflict between the Nez Perce and the American Calvary nearly vanished as a breed. Then a man named Francais D. Haines began promoting the horse as a breed.  It made a come back and now is back to being a real breed, used in pleasure, show and sport.

The Mustang was once in danger of annihilation due to people who rounded them up and sold them as pet food.  They were treated brutally and often people's pets ended up slaughtered as well.  Finally a woman known as Wild Horse Annie went to battle to get congress to pass the Free Roaming Horse and Burro act, making them protected from roundups. This said the horses were a living symbol of the American Spirit and of the West.  The BLM was only to roundup in cases where the land was overgrazed.

But it's not over.  In recent years, the Bureau of Land Management has used this excuse to repeatedly round up herds and zero them out.  They then release many times the number of cattle onto the same land.  Cries of protest have led them to decide to release sterilized horses back into the wild.  But this is still a form of gradual extinction.  Petitions fly, the word is spread, but still the BLM refrain "their are too many horses"  has the general publics ear and the truth is still in need of getting out.  The Mustang is so prevalent a car bears it's name, places are named after it, it is used as a mascot and an icon.  A state quarter even bears it's likeness.  Yet soon, they will be extinct for the gene pool is shrinking with every round up.  What's more, it's being done with our precious tax dollars.

Our history matters.  That wild spirit, the determination to be free to seek our own fate is behind our the Declaration of Congress and the Constitution.  We broke free of England based on it.  We settled the West based on it.  The Mustangs are OUR heritage, just as the lippizan is to the Austrians. 

So let's fight for it.  Fight with pen and keyboard and word of mouth.  For if we don't appreciate this symbol of freedom we are in danger of losing the real thing.  It's our money - do we have freedom to decide what it's spent on or not?

Forced to Choose

As a horse lover, I’ve long been uncertain on the horse slaughter issue.  Obviously, I hate it.  For all I know, the horse in question could be a friend of mine.  But I’m no vegetarian and there are starving people in the world.

But then I discovered the ugly fact, one I would’ve preferred to remain blissfully ignorant about.  Horses are not cows.  They are not killed like cows.  The difference is: they are horses and the methods used don’t work the same.  However, those doing the killing do it the same way anyway.

They are awake and aware of being butchered!

The first time I saw this was admittedly a youtube video about the stolen horses in Florida, butchered for meat.  I regret watching it, now it’s stuck in my head.  But as I discovered  more on the subject the moment of real horror was when I realized that even ‘legally butchered’ are not unconscious at the time. The stun bolts just don’t work for long enough.  I still shudder at the thought.  

The nightmarish image is not pleasant.  Screaming, kicking....I rather wish the horse would succeed in bashing heads.  I’ve no doubt that one day a horse owner will catch the illegal killers in the act and the monsters had better hope police are closer than the pitchfork.

Why?

Those starving masses aren’t getting the horse meat.  Rich foreigners are.  And they aren’t even getting safe meat.  I’ve read the side of the bute bottle.  "Not for use in food animals".  Horses are given the stuff like some people take Tylenol or Aspirin! 

I know they aren't unwanted horses - there is no such thing, many of us just can't have them.  And I know some have them and can't feed them and then they are confiscated.  I'm sure those aren't the ones being used for meat though.  You want meat you don't look for a bony animal that's sick.  But even if they were it's hard to imagine a more torturous way to go.

The Choice

   It happened much the same as it did for me on the wild horse issue.  I went from blissfully ignorant, to suspicious, to a horrified awakening.  And now I’m blogging and pounding away at petitions and congress.   I don’t want my tax dollars paying for BLM roundups and holding of wild horses for the sake of special interest groups.  Suspicions starting with the Burns Rider which sought to give them right to slaughter the horses in holding led to this.  And I don’t want my tax dollars funding this bloody mess either. Fund inspections? No way.

I love horses.  I don’t like the idea of them neglected and suffering.  I don’t claim to do with the ‘homeless’ - for they aren’t wild, and I refuse to call them ‘unwanted’ for many want and can’t have.   But a torturous death? No way.   Not on my dime. Not without a fight.

What's Your Choice?

So I hope horse lovers everywhere saddle up for the fight:  for it is a fight, that battle to disallow funding for the USDA to inspect slaughter houses barely passed.  If you lack the motivation to call or write or email the congressman and sign the petitions, if, like I once did, you think having no better idea means we have to accept it, try this:   Picture your horse, or the first horse you ever rode in that slaughter house. If you can’t, I even dare you to risk checking for video on Youtube.  But don’t do it right before bedtime or eating.  It’s definitely rated R.   I guarantee you that horrible image will get you moving.

Warning:  There Are Some Disturbing Images in this.  But there are many, many more graphic ones on YouTube.  We Owe Them Better than this!

LIGHT OF AMERICA

When I think of America, of the USA, I think of a beautiful landscape.  The purple of the Shenandoah mountains, the magnificent sunrise.  The images of the Grand Canyon and the spray of water on rock.  I think of the museums with fabulous art and relics and paintings even on the ceiling.  I think of the White house.  I think of galloping wild horses and road trips and picnics.

I think of riding through Great Falls Park, VA in winter.  Snow all around, icicles hanging from trees and the creek rushing cold alongside.  The autumn leaves and crisp air and the joyous feeling of freedom when we canter.  I think of the freedom to go to the church on a Sunday and enjoy a pre holiday feast, free for all.

I think of people coming together to aid victims of natural disasters. Earthquakes, tornadoes, floods and even man made attacks like 911.  I think of heroes and courage of people who refuse to surrender to evil.  To those who throw themself into flames and into a hail of bullets to defend the rest of us.  I think of the witness on the stand who has the courage to say they will testify even when threatened by the villain.

DARK OF AMERICA

But there is the dark side of America too.   The side that loots the victims of the disasters, that fire bullets at the innocent so they can’t snatch money for a few drugs.  I think of people who need medicine and can’t afford it.  Corporations that gouge consumers and pollute the landscape. People take pets and turn them into fighting, killer dogs.  They take a well trained  horse and butcher it in the dark.  Others take an animal or child in only to allow it to go hungry while they spend money on booze or drugs or cigarettes.  They lobby politicians to make laws allowing them to desecrate the environment and disguise it as ‘necessary’.

It doesn’t always go dark in a moment.  Just as storms start with gathering gray, so does the slide into apathy and cruelty.  It’s hard to look around, struggling for money when the neighbor has a new big screen HD TV with surround sound and you are stuck with an old small one.  It’s even worse when you are struggling to get to work in an old car and the gas prices are through the stratosphere. Or maybe you do a lot of computer work and the old model just can’t keep up.  Easy to feel sorry for oneself.  Easy to overlook the fact that we are standing on a hill looking up at those with more, but if we move to the edge, we’ll see someone below struggling to come up to even what we’ve got.

CHOICES

We do have the freedom to choose.  It’s just hard to see the choice ...that maybe cheaper gas today will cost us more tomorrow, when the wild horses are gone and the land unfit for farm or ranching.  It’s hard for the struggling pregnant teen to realize that child she feels is a punishment is something someone else desperately wants and hasn’t been able to have.  And as for unwanted animals?  No such thing.  If everyone could have one who wanted it, there would be no problem.  Take away money, health and space issues and they’d all be adopted.  No question.

And then are the even more personal decisions: where a family member or friend doesn’t think something is wrong but you do.  Even worse, what if it’s an employer or commander? Someone who can fire you?  Or bring you up on charges for insubordination?

I remember a bit of American history.  In the war for Independance, our soldiers came home after winning our freedom from Britain.  Instead of a heroes welcome they found themselves thrown into prison and starving because they'd left their farms and homes to fight the war, and the Continental Congress had no money to pay them.  Angry (who wouldn't be?)   The people demanding repayment of debt knew those men were fighting a war and they benefited from the results.  They could've undone the whole thing by granting no leeway in the repaying of those debts.  The soldiers returned to  George Washington and offered to make him the King of America. The disaster was averted just because one Washington said NO!  He wasn't perfect, but he knew what he'd been fighting for.

HEROES

Memorial’s are for loved ones and heroes.  The most obvious are those who’ve gone to war and fought for our countries freedoms.  But everyone can be a hero.  It’s not just a question of defending freedom, it’s a question of how.  It’s a question of being free to make a choice and making the right one, the brave one, the hard one.  Sometimes there are no easy answers. One person’s freedom collides with someone else’s all the time.  

To me, there is nothing that quite gets one in the right frame of mind as a ride on a willing horse, rider and mount in agreement on their pace.  Walking along a tree lined trail, hearing the rushing water of a stream and watching the horse’s furry ears flick here and there.  The racing thoughts slow.  The hoofbeats are music to the ears. The body relaxes to the sway of the stride.  And suddenly green is for leaves and they seem more valuable than dollars, for dollars, while they can buy so much, can’t really buy peace and freedom.  You might be able to sell your freedoms away, but you can’t just buy them back.

Happy Memorial Day

 

 His name is Champion.

He was an odd dun, a glowing chestnut hide with a brown and white streaked mane and tail. A bald face, four white stockings and red flaring nostrils.

We went everywhere he and I when I was a child.  We played cowboys and indians on both sides.  We won the Kentucky Derby and the Triple Crown.  We showed,  danced to dressage, jumped and paused at saloon’s for a chocolate milk. A scruffy mutt named Rex was by our side.

Eventually I got too big for old Champ.  The mustang would spend long hours, abandoned on his bouncy springs in the basement.  Then I discovered he could be removed from the springs.  He moved outside to play and then into my room.  At this point, we went on adventures like Indiana Jones and he played cart horse, hauling my homework up the mountain of stairs to my room.

Most people outgrow their rocking horse.  They outgrow horses in general and move on in  life.  But for some of us the rocking horse leads to something more:  a lifelong love of horses.  The joyous inspirational memory of gallops on Champion faded some when I discovered the joy of riding a real horse.

Now I’m at a time and place where the real horses are out of reach.  Hopefully it’s not  permanent. But I find Champion still there.  He sits in the closet holding an english saddle that sits from the molded western saddle horn on his withers to his upraised tail.  His leg has a crack, the wooden pegs are long gone and his stand rusted away and trashed. But in my imagination I ride him, remembering the real sound pounding of hooves and feel of mane flying in my face.  We race the wind and he is still young and powerful and ready for anything.

Dreams are important.  Sometimes we just need to remember them, perhaps, a real physical reminder like the old rocking horse most would’ve trashed or put in a yard sale to save space.  

But even if I lost the plastic rocking horse, the dream will live.  He’ll always be there:  in the back of my memory, ready for a ride.

Don’t give up your dreams.  Keep them handy even if you’ve had to set them aside.

Some day, you may need them again.  You never know when the time will come when you can saddle them up and encourage yourself with the childlike joy of a wild ride.

                    Horses and Water Play

When I think of horses and water, my first thought is Chincoteague.  I’ve been there, watching the annual pony swim.  It’s not the same as in the famous book Misty of Chincoteague.  Times change, some for the better.  Horses in worse health or needing care are trucked over.  Watching the main herd swim you need binocs and a high vantage point to see over the vast crowds.

It’s easier to see them coming into the fair grounds or returning to Assateague.  Then you can see them close to the roadside, sometimes even blocking it.

They leap and buck in the bareback riding contest, foals go up for auction. Stallions keep their mares separate from other bands. I once saw twins:  yes, really twins.  Two matching pintos, older than the other foals and following the same mare.  

I think too of the horses I’ve ridden.  Some would stick their face up to their eyes in water to take a drink.  Some would flip it around with their head. Some would paw and try and roll: in spite of the presence of the rider.  Fun on a hot summer day.  Or a nuisance, if you had to clean up the mess.

Horses and Water Wars

Then I see these reports from the west and Nevada on the wild horses.  They want to specifically exclude the horses from the ‘wildlife’ provisions in the law and make it illegal for them to drink the water.  The sheer greed and absurdity leave me stunned.

How can they exclude horses from drinking?  Fence water off and you’ll fence off other ‘official’ ‘allowed’ wildlife as well.  Put up a sign saying:  water off limits to wild horses?  Last I checked horses can’t read.  And then there is the question of where they get the notion they have the right to keep any creature from drinking water, particularly on lands belonging to the whole nation, federal lands, not just land belonging to their state.

Amazing, how Chincoteague, VA can find room for wild horses of Assateauge on the tiny island and develop a booming tourist business. Yet all that land out west and they can’t spare a drop of water or land for a few hundred wild mustangs in a million acres.  Can’t find a way that all that potential:  the inspirational wild horses:  can turn a better tourist profit in a more ecologically friendly way than millions of cows and destructive mining.

I don’t know what astounds me more.  Their greed or complete lack of creativity.  I know what it’s like to struggle for money. To need it and not have it.  But to destroy so much for something so small:  we will always need money. But it can’t replace the air we breathe or the water we drink. It can't always pay for health, for the treatment of illness brought on by pollution.  It can’t replace the dreams that will be lost to so many just so the few can be rich.

As long as we have wild places, horses and wolves and wild cats and flowery meadows, we have places to dream.  To stop, think and get our priorities straight.  To come up with new and better ways to do things and new hopes to pursue for the good of all.  

Here is hoping the demands of the few don’t conquer and destroy those wild dreams for us all.

If you are interested in reading more about the bill to refuse Wild Horses water and want to act you can find out more at these off site links:

Change.org

WildHorsePreservation.org

care2care

Me?  I've already signed the petition. I hope you will too.

Recycling and Re-gifting Teddy Bears

Teddy bears are the probably the most popular toy of all time. 

But flashy new toys come out all the time, and peer pressure tells people that teddy bears are not for the adults or the boys. 

The teddy has two options: buried in a closet in secret, or given away.

Maybe the family moved and didn't have room for it.  Maybe the kid got a new game system and Mom and Dad figured the bear was just one more thing laying around.  Maybe the bear got lost on vacation.

So, teddy ends up in a yard sale or the thrift store at best, the landfill at worst. 

But teddy bears are mass produced, and at clearance prices are incredibly cheap. What can a pre-owned bear do to compete?

The most likely solution seems the classic give away to charity.  Foster kids, hospitalized kids and other charities always are on the look out for toys.  Just one trouble.  They only want new toys. 

Now I recognize that an old bear might have germs.

  But not every used bear has been heavily used by a child.  Just a few years ago, my Granny and I went to Wal-Mart right after Christmas and found ourselves lured into incredibly cheap, sweet faced teddies.  These teddies did nothing but sit on the couch and look cute.  They might have been hugged now and again, cuddled while watching a movie.  They posed for an occasional picture.

When Granny died, my family was tossing stuff and giving stuff away.  Relatives stuck the bears I couldn't find a place for in a small shop they were trying to make a go of.  Apparently it failed for they brought the teddy bears back.

But I ask all who read this to consider:  are new bears really germ free either? 

Does no-one walk down the aisle and sneeze in passing? Does no child tagging along beside Mom feel compelled to grab and hug and rub a nose on soft fur?  Are the new bears really so much cleaner?

Then there is this mystifying question:  can we truly invent all these clever devices and new ways of doing things and yet not know how to clean a simple teddy bear?  Really?

I must ask.  If anyone knows please tell me, for I truly wish to know.  Does no agency accept a used but clean bear for those homeless or foster kids, those lonely elderly people or down on their luck who could use the gift of a smile?

The teddy bears want to know.  I do too.  Every bear needs a home.  And they can't live in the back seat of my car forever.