#Horse blanket girl not blurred free

'Horses that do not live in extremely cold environments – meaning routinely colder than 10☏ – will do well without a blanket, provided they are either stalled during the coldest temperatures or have access to a protective shelter'. During my research I had found many logistics that play into the 'blanket or not-to-blanket' role such as: hair growth, medical condition of the horse, having access to shelter, and environment. Reading various articles from veterinarian professionals along with blogs and inputs from the people who live in low temps with horses, I found the information from sales companies misleading.

Where did they get their research? Do the people who come up with the strategy even have any horse experience? Or are these just big wig corporation people put in charge to push the sale of their blankets? As someone who has recently moved to the Pacific North West from the beach side of sunny Southern California, I began the real research on cold climates and horses. Maybe it's true that Native people have a natural affinity for the mighty and majestic horse, because whatever was standing there in front of me, with a good half day ahead of carrying kids around in a circle, made me feel sorry for its living death.The perfect blanket guide, a marking strategy composed by a company who sells products for most animals. I felt a childlike sense of pity, even sadness at the life of this animal. My wish to ride such a pony quickly evaporated. Even at that age I understood the toll of boredom and the effect of monotony, going around in circles, day after day, town after town, leaving a trail of circular images cut by hooves and time into fields all across the country. Its eyes were dull, unfocused, not really seeing the world. Its back, where the boy was sitting, sagged like no animal's I'd ever seen. That pony looked old, tired, barely even alive. Then I looked more closely at the horse he was astride. I watched one woman put her son on the pony the expectant smile on the young boy's face made me feel even worse.

Contrary to popular belief, only a small percentage of Native communities have horses. I remember feeling a little envious, remembering my empty pockets and wishing for the never before experienced thrill of riding atop one of these animals. The adults were putting their children on these little ponies after paying some man for the privilege.

In the center of the circle were four small ponies lashed to a revolving wheel. Looking between the iron bars, I caught a glimpse at what all the excitement was about. It wasn't long before I came upon a fine of adults and kids, patiently waiting outside a small circular fence. Broke within an hour, stuffed, and with lots of time left to kill, I found myself wandering about the fair, looking at all the farm animals and equipment, trying to keep myself amused until my grandfather told me it was time to leave. Back then a dollar could and did buy a lot of junk food.

#Horse blanket girl not blurred free

To top it off, I had a dollar in my hand and free run of the place. But to a small kid rarely off the even smaller Reserve I grew up on, it was an exciting trip into the unknown - an experience I wanted to milk for all it was worth. Since Campbelford is primarily an agrarian community, it was just a farm fair. When I was about eight years old, my grandfather took me to a fair in Campbelford, a small town in central Ontario, Canada. But somehow the two came together, and Danielle, better known as the Girl Who Loved Her Horses, was born. There are two things I wish to share with you about my play Girl Who Loved Her Horses, seminal things that by themselves have no relation to each other.