Thursday, January 19, 2012

...not good news.

My Dad is in hospital right now because of a minor heart attack. Not much is known yet, but he is young and strong (and he doesn't smoke or drink, so this is a shock), so he will kick this, but please send him lots of healing vibes so that he can continue his quest to live his long healthy life. :) He's a sweet, peaceful guru who deserves lots of happiness and lots of more happy trails. :) He WILL beat this, but every bit of good vibes helps.

...on another note, today is the six month anniversary of Sunny's death. :/

Kind of a shocking day. Very sudden, all of this. :/ Thank you for reading.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Some Equine Inspiration - TBs Having Fun!

It's easy to forget that these are ex-racehorses, thoroughbreds, when they run like this and it's easier still to be reminded that thoroughbreds originally came from Arabians.

Halo the ex-racehorse having a blast!

Burlap here just makes me giggle.

Both horses are from CANTER, which is a networking system for finding racehorses new careers. Here in Canada, people can also adopt standardbred racehorses through the organization Greener Pastures.

This post might no seem like it, but it is most definitely inspiration for writing horses. :)

Also, did you know that there are hairless horses?

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Ethics of Breeding - from Eventing-a-Gogo

Here's a really effective article that I found which took (some of) the words about my opinions on breeding right out of my mouth. It's written very nicely and thoughtfully, so I thought it should be passed on. :)

Good Mushroom Gravy!

I have NO idea how many years I've had my gmail email for, but at long last, after an unknown length of time, my inbox is beautifully empty. I'm going to be eliminating spam as much as possible now and hopefully that means my inbox will remain unthreatening. Before it was so scary that I couldn't even bare to check it! So, I'm happier. Now it should be easier to get things done - feel free to send me an email. XD I WILL actually be able to FIND it now! (Wow!)


(lolcat photo obviously doesn't belong to me)

Monday, January 9, 2012

Almost Five Months... My Heart Still Grieves...

I really feel like once a month, up until the day, the moment of Sunny's death, my soul remembers that it has been cruelly ripped in half and that he is here no longer although I can feel him around me. I can feel him in a faded dream of running my fingers through his soft, short fur on the search for dirt, grooming him. I can sense him sometimes, a cat standing beside me or coming near my knee. When we come home from grocery shopping we still expect him to come running, to still be excited about what we have retrieved but... but Sunny is physically here no longer. His love remains and I believe his spirit, but the cat himself is gone, leaving nothing but a few veterinary records, a sympathy card from the vets who killed him for us, photos, a wooden box with a brass nameplate that is filled with a clear plastic bag that contains his ashes and a collar, a tragic, empty, faded purple collar with a cold metal mousie tag that is battered but still engraved with his name, an old medal of honour for a mouse he caught but never killed.

Yes, I'm still grieving. Sunny wasn't a cat. He was a person and he was my very best friend.

Rest in peace buddy. I pray hard that I will never forget you.

With hensyn love and eternally yours,


I still can't believe that you're gone. :(

Friday, January 6, 2012

Cute Break: How to Wrap a Cat for Christmas

I know this is a Christmas thing, but it's too cute not to share!

The Original Purpose Of: Horse Racing

So, this is an idea I just came up with approximately two seconds ago, but hopefully, it'll be a good idea for a series on the blog!

Horse racing is quite likely one of the oldest sports in the world; back before the ferarri was invented, Equus ferus caballus was the fastest thing that mankind had. It's likely that testosterone-charged men were showing off with their own speed long before they ever encountered four legged vehicles but when our ancestors saw the horse, they probably thought the following:

"Wow! That animal is fast! If I rode it I could get places faster!"

The problem here, as with any animal is that most animals don't domesticate themselves. I mean, cats did, but cats are sort of weird. I'm not exactly sure how horses were domesticated and it's likely that they started out as a source of food (sadly) but soon enough our ancestors realized that there was a far greater worth in its flight friend E. f. caballus. Eventually, after people had gotten over the macho-ism involved with 'HAHA look I rode the wild horse! Bet you can't do that!' and after people started breeding horses to be ridden (or to pull things first as the case may have been according to anthropology) instead of eaten, people started wondering who had the best horses and there was only really one way to find out:

Horse racing.

The thing is, back in the day when racing horses first became more than just a thing people did for fun amongst buddies, racing was really not about money or riches at all, but about finding out who had the best equine bloodlines to breed to. This, of course led to wealth as Sheikh #1 toted the fastest stallion which Sheikh #2 wanted to breed his prize mares to and Sheikh #1 wasn't about to let his precious stud horse get laid without some compensation, if he let it happen at all.

Horse racing still remains to be, at its heart, a game about deciding and finding out whose horses are the best of the best. The sport probably evolved from tiny local races to long distance 2,000 mile jaunts in Arabia to the sport we know today here in North America. The Arabian horse has without any question dominated horse racing as it has given rise to the thoroughbred, the quarterhorse and all other swift breeds that we know today. However, people seem to forget the serious purpose of racing and that once upon a time, our ancestors may have depended on these competitions to breed faster horses which could help them in their very survival. In a sense, competitions like horse racing are a way of replicating natural selection, since only the very strongest, fastest, most enduring animals get to breed - just like in nature. This artificial form of natural selection is what produced the domestic horses we see today and not just thoroughbreds, but also heavy draft horses and all around farm horses. On top of that, these concept of competing domestic animals has created our original working breeds of dogs - no, not the pathetic show dogs we see today - the border collies, the german shepherds and the hounds and the terriers who once had purposes far more important than that of being just 'house pets.'

The purpose of horse racing, that of finding the best survives, however, in modern day people have abused the power of these animals through want of money. A racehorse a hundred years ago could run for far longer than a mile; four mile races were not uncommon. Today's horses cannot equal that, but of course, today's horses are also ridden before they are ready, before the baby hairs have completely fallen from their tails.

In my series, real horse racing is preserved in Rimer's Escavian society. Horses are not raced for money, but for the right to be bred and they are raced over great distances over rough terrain and over obstacles - an Escavian horse race is much like an endurance race but crossed with a steeplechase. Horses have to be not only fast, but agile, surefooted and they must have lots of stamina, because Escavia's society demands that of its saddle horses. Horse racing is deadly serious again. Escavian Animal Husbandry Laws state that an animal must not be bred unless it has been proven in sanctioned competition to prove that it can provide for the purpose that it was bred for. There's no such thing as backyard breeding in Escavia. If your animal has not been proven and if you don't have a government issued permit, you can't breed anything.

This is the way that I think society should be; it would certainly cut down on the instances of overpopulation in domestic animals and if people had to take a course about proper breeding practices (such as why inbreeding/'linebreeding' should NEVER be done) before they could breed anything, there would be less suffering in the world off our beloved animals. There is a country in Europe, (I believe Sweden,) which has already put into place a law which states that all pet companion animals must be altered to be infertile unless they are for certified breeding.

If only this law was everywhere!