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horsesarecreatures · 4 months

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Hey, uhm, about that „horse riding is harmful – but they need exercise!“ thread: what is never talked about in these discussions (this is my impression) is how priviliged it is that we can even abstain from using horses for transportation and farming.

And while our lifes have become much more comfortable since machines have replaced horses in these fields, I would argue that this shift has been very bad for nature as a whole. Even if someone does not believe in climate change, they could still see how it was bad that we built (and are building) asphalt streets and railroad tracks through wildlife habitats. And big machinery driving over soil compresses the earth unnecessarily, which makes it more difficult for plants to regrow. This would not be a problem if we still used horses.

I’m also wondering what people who are against horse owning would say to people who live in circumstances where they are still dependent on their animals. People who maybe live somewhere were the infrastructure needed in order to be able to use fossil fueled vehicles is not yet present. Or people who are just poor. Should they also stop riding and driving horses?

All of that being said, let’s imagine the consequences of gradually stopping all horse ownership. All horses currently living with humans as pets will stay with their owners and be cared for until they die, procreation will be prevented. (The alternative would of course be to release them into the wild, but deciding on WHERE to do so is very difficult and let’s just not do that in this scenario, as to not disturb already established ecosystems). Horse breeds which have been living with humans for the past thousands of years will go extinct. All the knowledge about how to feed horses, about horse behaviour and how to interact with them and about how to safely train them to be driven and ridden in a sustainable way will only exist in books within a hundred years. We are talking about skills that, at the end of the day, are more efficiently learned if there are teachers whom actually are practicing the craft. Humanity as a whole lives a bit more removed from nature – although, that is just how I see it.

I hope it’s okay for me to unload my thoughts on this onto you – I’m too shy to write under the post directly, but I really want to get this out of my head.

I live in germany by the way and I own a little pony mare. I don’t actually know her breed, it must have not been documented when she was born. She probably is a german riding pony with a healthy dose of arabian blood in her. I’ve riden and worked with horses for 14 years now and owned my mare for 5. I bought her when she was 11 years old and noone had really cared for her for two years. She spend that time on a pasture with other horses and was slightly malnourished and apathetic then. These days her fur is sparkling and her muscles have developed nicely and she expresses more happiness overall.

Hey, I don't know about the original poster as I don't follow them, but @acti-veg actually addresses your first point quite frequently. There are many people who cannot afford to not eat meat, abstain from medications that have been tested on animals, use horses for farming or transportation, etc. But the definition of veganism is, "a way of living which seeks to exclude, as far as is possible and practicable, all forms of exploitation of, and cruelty to, animals for food, clothing or any other purpose.” If a person cannot avoid some form of animal exploitation because of their health or inability to make an alternative living, this does not preclude them from being a vegan as long as they do their best to limit their reliance on animals in other areas.

I agree that industrialization has led to many advancements in society at the detriment of nature and biodiversity. But I would also point out that if people switched back to horses today, at our current population, that would also not be sustainable. There is not enough land to keep them properly without adding more to deforestation, and plowing with horses is less precise and worse for the soil than some up and coming alternatives, like laser weeding and using robotic seed planting, which can eliminate the need to plowing entirely.

You are right that if people stopped breeding horses many breeds would go extinct and knowledge in how to care for them would be lost. This is a downside that has to be balanced against the upsides, like no more halter horse monstrosities, no more horses being dumped & shipped to slaughter, and the potential for farmland to be re-wilded which would increase biodiversity.

It's totally ok to share your thoughts here, and your pony sounds super cute!

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valeskafics · 1 year

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National Targaryens Family Vacation: Chapter Seventeen (Jace, Aegon, Aemond x Reader)

Summary: here you go, aegon girlies!!! 💕💕💕 I think chapter 18 is gonna be the last chapter before the ending and I am DEPRESSED OMG ALSO EVERYTHING I SAID ABOUT HIPPOS AND DOLPHINS IN HERE IS TRUE THEY ARE MENACES SMH

Word Count: 2,409

Inspiration Credit: @tinfairies

TW: profanity, innuendo, suggestive material, references to animal violence (hippos and dolphins), references to alcohol consumption

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After you get off Roger Rabbit, which honestly, only Luke enjoyed, you head to It’s A Small World. As Aemond scans his phone, Luke turns to all of you, ready with another random fact straight out of the Disney vault. How he keeps all of this random shit in his head, you cannot begin to understand, nor do you really want to. Fourteen year olds have scary minds.

“Did you know that they have to keep the dolls running all night? Like, even when the park closes?”

“Well, that’s not creepy at all,” Helaena mumbles, “Come in to work to clean up the ride and it’s that song playing the whole time.”

“I used to be so scared of the fuckin’ hippo on this ride,” Aegon tells you, shaking his head, “Scared the shit outta me.”

“The pink hippo?”

“No, the purple one.”

You give him a look, “There’s one hippo and it’s definitely fuchsia colored.”

“…Is that German?”

You look at him and shake your head, “God, you’re so lucky that you’re hot.”

He grins, wrapping an arm around you, “Oooh, she thinks I’m hot.”

You roll your eyes at him, recall his earlier words about all the Star Wars actors, and repeat, “You’re an objectively good looking guy.”

“Ooooh, she thinks I’m an objectively good looking guy.”

“Man, shut up,” you laugh, both of you walking as the line starts to move.

You sit between Aegon and Luke on the ride. Aemond is directly in front of you and looks like he hates absolutely every moment of the singing and dancing dolls from around the world. The three of you grin at each other and start singing along with the soundtrack, as loudly and obnoxiously as possible. Helaena and Jace catch on and join in.

Aemond turns back and glares at the three of you, “I have my eye on you.”

“Sorry, Mommy,” you reply.

Aegon and Luke burst into giggles at how red Aemond’s face gets, the latter adding, “Mommy? Sorry, Mommy? Sorry. Mommy?”

You slap your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing at Aemond’s expression.

He’s deadass about to murder Luke. RIP.

“Do you think this Chucky ever banged any of these dolls?” Aegon asks you.

“No, have you seen Bride of Chucky?” you scoff, “These bitches got nothing on my girl Tiffany.”

“Dude, oh my God, it’s that fucking purple hippo, Y/N, look!”

The hippo seems slightly more purple than you remember, but you refuse to let Aegon win, “Yeah, it’s the pink hippo.”

Aemond turns and gives you a weird look, “Y/N, love, that’s purple.”

Jace adds, “Y/N, if you say it’s pink, I think it’s pink.”

“Aww, Jacey!”

“Simp in chief,” Luke giggles, making Jace turn around and slap him, “Ouch!”

“It’s fuchsia, you morons,” Helaena pipes in.

You turn to Aegon, smirking, as you respond to Helaena, “Thank you! That’s exactly what the fuck I said!”

The ride continues, and your obnoxious singing restarts. Aemond looks like he could murder all of you at any given moment, which only makes you want to do it more. Aegon looks over at you and grins wickedly. You narrow your eyes.

“No, what is that? What is that fucking face, Aegon?”

His hand was apparently in the water and he flicks a whole bunch of it at your face. He starts cackling to himself, while you sigh in annoyance.

“When I’m in the middle? Really? Doing it when I can’t flick anything at you? You’re a pussy ass bitch.”

He leans in toward you, raising an eyebrow, “I thought I’m an objectively good looking guy. You are so hurtful, Y/N.”

You pause for a second, thinking, before you grin at him cheekily, “You’re an objectively good looking… Pussy ass bitch.”

He shrugs, tossing an arm around you yet again, “I’ll take what I can get, Princess,” he adds after a second, “Oooooh, she thinks I’m an objectively good looking pussy ass bitch.”

You shake your head at him, but that cute little smile he has? It makes you melt. A minute later, all of you are back to pissing Aemond off, something that has quickly become a favorite pastime.

After you get off of It’s A Small World, you ask Jace where he wants to go next, considering it’s your and his choice. He suggests that you head to Adventureland where you can do the Tiki Room, Jungle Cruise, and Indiana Jones. You all agree and head that way.

When you get to the Tiki Room, Aegon freaks out because he realizes he hasn’t tried a Dole Whip yet, and of course, goes to get in line and buy one, dragging you with him, saying that Luke told him Dole Whip is amazing and that at the hotel, you can get one with rum in it.

“Okay, Captain Jack Sparrow,” you pat him on the chest, “Tonight, we’ll get you your boozy dole whip.”

He frowns slightly, turning to you, “I’m kind of sad tonight is our last night here.”

You agree, “Me too. This has seriously been the best few days ever.”

He smiles at you, almost shyly, which would be crazy, I mean, this is AEGON. When has this man ever been shy in his entire life?

“You know, LA isn’t too far from Anaheim. During the school year, you and I can come here together on the weekends and stuff.”

He looks so hopeful and sweet, it’s honestly the cutest you’ve ever seen him. You nod.

“That would be really fun, Aeg, I’d like that a lot.”

He grins and heads up to the counter to get himself his Dole Whip, buying you a water bottle as well. You offer to Venmo him for it, considering how expensive Disneyland’s water bottles are - it should actually be a crime, if you’re being honest.

He shakes his head, whispering in your ear, “Just give me a kiss later and we’ll call it even.”

“Jesus, what am I now, your sugar baby?”

He shrugs, “I’m not opposed to the idea.”

You smack him on the arm and head back to rejoin your friends. Jace wrinkles his nose at the Dole Whip.

“That looks so gross,” he mumbles, Aemond agreeing.

Helaena asks if they’re vegan, and when Luke tells her they are, she asks if he wants to go get one with her. The two of them go get in line since there’s still ten minutes or so until the show.

You ask Aegon how it tastes, to which he responds, “Wanna kiss me and find out?”

You give him a look, “No, I wanna try the Dole Whip, cheap ass.”

He giggles to himself, and scoops some out for you, “Say ‘ahhh’.”

“Can’t you just give me the spoon-”

You’re cut off when he just shoves the whole spoonful in your mouth while you’re talking. Jace and Aemond laugh at your annoyed face. You taste the Dole Whip, and honestly, you’re not 100% sure how you feel about it. But with how hopeful, Aegon is looking, you just give him a big cheesy smile and two thumbs up.

“Thanks, Aeg! That was really good.”

He seems entirely pleased with himself. When Helaena and Luke return, it’s time for you guys to go in and watch the show. Luke is, of course, singing along with the whole soundtrack. It’s actually a pretty cute show and a welcome break from the afternoon heat. Aemond comments that the French parrot reminds him of Aegon, something that makes all of you laugh. You say that he’s the German parrot, Jace is the British one, and Luke is the Spanish one.

Aegon looks at you, “What about you and Hel?”

“We’re the super adorably sexy cockatoos,” Helaena points at the pretty white cockatoos, “Duh.”

When the show is over, you head over to Jungle Cruise, and Luke is ridiculously excited about every single lame ass joke the skipper cracks, to the point that it makes all of you laugh as well.

“Please watch your head when you enter the boat,” the skipper says, “And if you can’t watch your head, then watch your mouth.”

Aegon cackles loudly at the joke. You sit between Aegon and Helaena on one side of the boat, opposite Jace, Luke, and Aemond.

“The rocks you see here are sandstone, but some people just take them for granite. It’s one of my boulder attractions.”

The six of you groan at the pun, but can’t help but laugh.

As you pass behind a fake waterfall, the skipper makes the iconic, “Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for the 8th wonder of the world… Wait for it,” Jace seems like he’s genuinely excited, “The backside of water!”

And of course, Aegon sticks his hand out and flicks you with water again. This time you flick him back. Luckily, the skipper doesn’t seem to notice, because he’s already on to his next horrible pun, but Aemond does.

“I remember when I was five,” he dryly comments.

You both stick your tongues out at him, making Aemond shake his head, but grin at you.

Jace is literally dying with laughter at the joke about Trader Sam and the shrunken heads. He is laughing his ass off at all the puns, and the skipper seems genuinely happy about it.

“Hey, Aeg,” you comment, remembering how he was afraid of the hippo on Small World as you pass a hippo animatronic here, “Did you know hippos are, like, total assholes?”

He turns to you in surprise, “For real?”

You nod, “My roommate first quarter was watching Discovery Channel and they’re psychos. Like, it said that they’re responsible for more deaths than lions and elephants put together.”

“She’s right,” Helaena adds, “In this zoology certification thing I did online, it said hippos and dolphins are basically massive assholes.”

Jace looks like he might cry, the six of you now exiting the ride, “Not dolphins! That’s not possible! I went swimming with dolphins with Luke and Joff in Cabo a few years ago-”

“It probably wanted to butt fuck you,” you tell him, “I read an article too, Hel’s right. Dolphins are insane.”

“They take baby sharks and use them as volleyballs,” she informs him, making his jaw drop.

“You’re just fucking with us,” Aegon protests as you make your way to Indiana Jones, “Both of you are liars, man.”

“Literally Google it right now,” you tell him, “Do it.”

Aemond knows you are both telling the truth, so you, him, and Helaena watch in amusement as the other three open their phones. Their eyes widen and jaws drop.

“Oh my God,” Jace exclaims, “That dolphin totally could’ve murdered us, Luke!”

Luke looks traumatized as he scrolls frantically, “They’re fucking murderers! They kill their own baby dolphins!”

“Mhm,” Helaena nods, “It’s scary because of how smart they are. They’re as intelligent as humans.”

“More intelligent than some,” Aemond mutters, glancing at Jace and Aegon.

Aegon flips him off and continues reading, “Oh, dude, killer whales are assholes too. I have a new respect for sharks now. Sharks just mind their own business.”

“Exactly!” you agree, “Sharks are dope.”

As you enter the indoor part of the ride queue, Aegon starts obnoxiously humming along with the Indiana Jones theme, “Dun dun dun duuuuuuuun.”

“NOT AGAIN!” Aemond cries, “For fuck’s sake!”

You and Aegon look at each other before…

“DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN!”

Aemond flips you both off and everyone laughs as you continue walking. There’s a rope that says “do not pull”, so of course Luke goes and pulls it. It makes some weird crashing sound and he jumps away so fast that it’s almost as though he burned himself.

“You are such a dumbass,” Jace shakes his head at his little brother.

When you get to the part of the queue where the ride safety video is being shown, Aemond points out that the actor is the same guy who played Gimli in Lord of the Rings. Even if you already knew it, you nod and act like it’s a very interesting revelation. He seems pretty happy with himself.

When you’re nearly at the front of the line, the cast member calls for a party of two, if there are any. Aegon raises his hand, since two of you will have to sit in a different row anyway, there only being four seats to a row. Helaena smirks.

“You gonna take one of your siblings, be a good big brother?”

“Fuck that, Y/N, let’s go.”

You both walk down the stairs and get in the final part of the line. As you wait for your ride vehicle, he pulls something out of his pocket.

“I said I’d find you something better,” he grins, “I found these for us.”

It’s two matching friendship bracelets, but with golden plaques on them.

He hands you one of the bracelets, urging you to read what it says. You look at the pretty lettering and gasp.

Yours says “I love you” while Aegon’s says “I know”. You actually feel your eyes water a little bit as you look at him.

“Aeg, I… You…”

You’re called forward to get into the ride vehicle. You let him have the seat with steering wheel and go ahead of him. As soon as the safety check is done, he turns to you, leans in and kisses you.

And this time, you’re stone cold sober.

He nips at your bottom lip, making you giggle into his mouth as he deepens the kiss, holding you by the waist. You wrap your arms around his neck, running your hands through his hair. Granted, you had always thought he would be a good kisser, but this is something else. He finally let’s go when the fake jeep you’re in takes off.

“Don’t wanna chip a tooth, do you, Princess?” he grins, making you laugh.

You two hold hands the entire ride, and it’s unfamiliar territory for Aegon, but he adores it. You love the feeling of his hand in yours.

For you, it opens your eyes even more as to how Aegon really feels about you. And how you might feel about him.

For Aegon? It’s everything he’s ever wanted. Ever since that drunken kiss, he hasn’t been able to keep his mind off of you. Sure, he’s had some meaningless hookups, but it always comes back to you.

For Aegon, everything has always come back to you.

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ask-healthy-light · 7 months

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From 8 o'clock in the morning on Friday to 8 o'clock in the evening on Monday, I was away from home for the longest time yet, as this weekend was GalaCon at a new venue in Waiblingen, Germany, a long distance away from home; but almost exactly 2 months to the day since I left the hospital, I headed to my second ever Pony Convention, which was simultaneously the biggest Pony Con I had visited yet!

Though I managed to keep my mind focused and my heart calm, and I did not let the rapidly shrinking frame of time I had to board get me down, it is rather surprising how many little things can add up so quickly, and leave me with only a few minutes to run to the other side of the train station; but I made it onto the train, and found a seat, until shortly before I arrived at the transfer station.

Quick thinking saved me a load of heartache, for although the escalators to the platform were bust, one flight was blocked, and, for some reason, there were no stairs to make it there, I made it down to another part of the platform, and ran into the train with moments to spare; and after reassuring friends and family, I met my friend at the very next station, and from here, we travelled together.

There were a number of connections we had to make, about which I kept informed at all times, though when we arrived in Venlo after finding that our desired train was delayed, we leapt aboard another, which had also been delayed, and made it to Mönchengladbach on time for the right train to Cologne; and since we had time to spare, we chatted, and ate, and stood, and waited until the train arrived.

It took some time to board, but finally, after a close call with supervisors telling screaming kids to alight, we sat down in our cabin, where I could rest my mind, and we waited for the long journey to Stuttgart; and on our journey, Bas and I spoke of books we had read, and beings beyond knowledge in tales of Lovecraftian origin, a genre in which I have actually written short tales, a few times.

Riding over hills decorated with castles and through tunnels past rivers and steep orchards, we had made it to Stuttgart at long last, where it took me some time to figure out German public transport in this part of the country; but I managed to create an account, and purchased day tickets for both of us, before we set out to the centre of the city, as Bas had requested we stop by the Lego Store.

After a terribly long walk to the S-Bahn, a very short trip to the city centre, and but a couple of minutes of walking further, we made it to the Lego Store, where I could see Bas' eyes light up with joy as he carefully dashed around the displays and shelves; but I spent some time to let folks know where we were, and where we were headed after this, as neither of us had yet arrived at our hotels.

Fortunately, Bas had found what he sought, our trip to and in the S-Bahn was but brief, and we were on our way towards Fellbach and Waiblingen, where both of our respective hotels were; and after two short bus trips to and from Bas' hotel, we headed to Waiblingen one stop further, and to my hotel a stone's throw across the road from the station, where we found ourselves in good, familiar company.

Since we had chosen to head to the Biergarten Schwaneninsel to meet up with other, we headed to the bus stop, where the greatest moment of the day took place, as we met my friends, Joel and Ember, by surprise, and we just ran to each other for such deep embraces; but they went towards the venue for pizza, whereas Bas and I went to Swan Island, where we ate, and drank, and met many familiar faces.

It took us some time to leave, as we frequently stopped for or were stopped by friends over a short distance, but the night was growing old, and we had to return to our hotels; and back at the S-bahn station, I wished Bas a good night, told him to stay safe, and returned to my room, where I finally met Michael, Railway Dash, my roommate for the weekend, and gushed about the great journey thither.

And to think, the event had not even started yet…

(Thanks for reading this bonus! I'll be writing more about GalaCon over the next few days, so keep an eye out if you're interested!)

Part 1/8

#bonus #mod speaks #events #conventions #galacon

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ponyprincessnice · 1 day

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A shiny sweet potato 🥰

#horse #horseblr #pony #equestrian #horses of tumblr #my horse #equestrians of tumblr #nice time #german riding pony #chestnut #horse pic #horse photo #pferd

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suspiciousmammal · 5 months

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Dream Date, 2017 German Riding Pony stallion Dating AT x Hesselteich's Golden Dream

scored 75.0% in this class

For some reason, in databases this horse is registered as a buckskin/dun. I checked whether I'd gotten something mixed up with their ring number here, but for once it seems like somebody else messed up.

#palomino #german riding pony #photography #dressage #horseblr

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echointernationaljumpers · 8 months

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So today I got a visit from Mackenzie Fowl, who wanted to board her horses at Echo. Which was obviously fine. She talked a lot, telling me about her hopes and dreams, and I showed her around the barn I have come to think of as the boarding barn. I don't use it myself, as the main barn has plenty of stalls for the horses I have right now, so I don't exactly need it. Not at the moment anyways.

"So can I board my horses here? I have two gelding, but am looking at a third horse for the moment," she then asked with hope in her eyes while she looked at me, "I think your stable is small and nice, and I am sure especially Koda will thrive here."

"Sure thing. You are very welcome to bring them here," I told her with a smile. The more the merrier.

What I didn't expect was how soon she would bring the horses over. After a few hours, a car with a horse trailer pulled up to the stable, and then she brought her two geldings inside.

The one to the right was Hunting's Chrome Casted, an experienced Australian Stock Horse with a mild personality. And then there was Koda, as she called him his real name is AOA Tamborine Mountain. He is a semi-wild Australian Stock Horse gelding (recently gelded), and he is moody as hell.

Won't let anyone touch him, so Mackenzie told us that she would be here every morning to put him into the pasture and every evening to put him in his stall, until he has gotten used to us. Which is of course fine. Horses are different. I have just never had as wild a horse as Koda in my care before. I'm kinda nervous about it, but I can see how much she cares for him, so I will let her have him here for now.

I was grooming Flyer, when Ysabel came up to me. She almost never does that, I might add, as she prefers to just be by herself with Prada. Not exactly the most talkative person I have met, but she is ok I guess.

Anyways, so she came up to me, and began talking.

"So I have this question," she said, her expression worrying me a little.

"Yeah, what is it?" I replied thoughtfully.

"Since you have allowed Mackenzie to board her horses at the other barn, I wanted to ask…" She halted. She seemed nervous in a way she never is. At least not around me.

"Yes?" I said, waiting for her to finish her sentence.

"I found this Lippizaner stallion on a sales website a few days ago, and I have been thinking about him ever since. He is not exactly experienced, but he is everything I have ever wanted. I'm sure of that. I have even visited him. He is the horse for me." Her words filled me with dread. Was she saying that she didn't want to ride Prada anymore? Oh no! The mare would miss her dearly!

"What are you saying?" I asked, my voice as weak as my knees right now.

"Can I board him here? I will of course keep riding Prada and…" she kept babbling on for a full minute, before looking at me sheepishly, probably realizing that she hadn't given me a chance for answering her.

"I have said yes to Mackenzie and her semi-wild horse, so why not allow you to have the Lippizaner here too," I replied with a shrug.

She was visibly relieved as she, without a sound, sighed and almost smiled at me, "Thank you. I will bring him here later today."

"Great, then we can find some pasture mates for him." My tone of voice was optimistic, even if I was a little worried that she would neglect Prada now. Guess I would have to see!

Later when I was in the barn I saw a very soft moment between Ysabel and the stallion-soon-to-be-gelding. The last thing she told me before leaving to get the horse was that she wanted to geld him, so he could fit better in with the herd.

I don't even know what his name was though. I just heard her whisper soft nothings to the horse, calling him 'Neapo'. He seemed sweet though, and I could see how much she loved him already. He really seemed like the horse for her.

So now I have gotten three boarders in a day, and soon another one I guess. What an interesting day. Expected to get two boarder horses, and got three instead. Hmm…

#the sims 3 #the sims 3 pets #sims 3 horses #sims 3 #echo international ec #EIEC Neapolitano #Ysabel Calzada #narcisa foremann #EIEC Superfly #AOA Tamborine Mountain #Hunting's Chrome Casted #Australian Stock Horse #german riding pony #Lippizaner

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schleichoftheday · 2 years

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Today's Schleich is:

13926 German Riding Pony Gelding [2021 - ]

#schleich #pony #german riding pony #gelding #horse #toycore #toyblr #Rollo

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cyndalyssa · 7 months

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I swear, some of these options are more insane than I can describe within the character limit (like the Ding Dong Duds, Horseman, and Changeling dreams).

#poll #dreams #let's distract myself from my fuming with another stupid dream poll lol

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blackonyxequestrian · 1 month

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NEWBIES (AND OLDBIE)

When I saw these Sports Ponies up for grabs I could honestly not help myself. I ended up taking all three of them home. Two German Riding Ponies and one Swedish Riding Pony. Sports pony/riding pony whatever. They were cute, and I needed a project for Rakel, so that will be her project along with Narcisa and possibly Will too.

First one up is German Riding Pony Mister Mister. He is an Amber Cream Champagne Minimal Tobiano gelding (with straws!), and is pretty experienced in Dressage, less in Show Jumping. He will probably be doing both, though with main focus on the Dressage, as I already have plenty of Show Jumpers.

He is a soft boy, slightly skittish around everyday objects but a pro at anything show oriented!

Second pony is Ruby's Dream. A Liver Chestnut mare with quite a temper, and she will definitely not be easy to break in. She is 12 year old, and has never been ridden before or even basically trained, so she will be quite a project for Rakel and/or William though.

She is sweet but so very worried about everything, and it will probably take her some time to get used to life as a riding pony.

Last one up is Swedish Riding Pony Gråravn's Cover Girl. She is a lovely grey mare with a good head and a fantastic build. And while she doesn't have the most experience with Dressage, she will soon become a star I'm sure!

She seems to like jumping too though, even if I kinda wanna stear her and the other two towards Endurance or something like that.

And also I wanted to take some new pictures of Narcisa's German Riding Pony EIJ Superfly, just to honor him and he definitely needed new pictures on our website lol xD

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The Duke of Edinburgh 10 June 1921-9 April 2021

Horse & Hound | Published 15 April 2021

THE contribution of HRH Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, to equestrianism was profound. He was not content only with enjoying horse sports as a keen competitor, but also gave back a huge amount of time and commitment in leadership and management, which had great impact on competitive riding and driving throughout the latter part of the 20th century.

His innovative 22-year term as president of the FEI, his work in developing the sport of driving trials and his impact on English polo all complemented royalty’s traditional involvement in racing and hunting, augmented by The Queen’s lifelong interest in breeding horses and ponies. Prince Philip was therefore a mainstay in the royal family’s patronage of British equestrianism throughout the post-war years and into the new millennium. He firmly encouraged his children to ride and took great pleasure in the achievements of the Prince of Wales in polo and the hunting field and the Princess Royal in horse trials and racing.

The Queen’s consort brought a fresh approach to the horseworld, with the same energy he devoted to so many other interests, ranging from conservation management to sailing. In the horseworld, as in every other aspect of an extraordinarily varied life, Prince Philip exercised a sharp wit and ironic humour, sometimes understood and appreciated, sometimes not. He was an extremely entertaining companion, especially at dinner after a day’s sporting activity.

The early years

IT is easy to forget that Prince Philip’s background and early childhood were far removed from the environment in which he became prominent as a leader of British horsemanship.

His birthplace was the royal palace of Mon Repos on the Greek island of Corfu on 10 June 1921, but he was not to remain there long. Philip left Greece as a baby, travelling in a hastily improvised cot of orange boxes when he was only a year old. He left so unceremoniously because his parents, Prince Andrew of Greece and Princess Alice of Battenberg, were exiled by the Greek government after Prince Andrew became the scapegoat for his country’s military disasters in Turkey.

As a result, Prince Philip had a cosmopolitan childhood and teenage years of wandering, much of it spent at the homes of his four elder sisters, all of whom married into the German nobility. He spoke several languages. His father’s ancestry was not Greek, but essentially Danish, and some said Prince Philip’s appearance owed much to his Viking ancestry. His early schooling was in Paris before prep school at Cheam and then Gordonstoun and the Royal Naval College, Dartmouth, which launched his naval career.

His mother was often unwell and his father died in 1944. His mother’s brother, Admiral of the Fleet Earl Mountbatten of Burma, known to the royal family as Uncle Dickie, had most influence on Philip’s early life.

Mountbatten, a distinguished wartime naval officer and post-war international statesman, was one of the most persuasive, active and distinctive personalities in public life, and his influence on Prince Philip – and later Prince Charles – was profound. No one was more bereaved by Mountbatten’s assassination in 1979 than his royal nephew.

“The greatest game of all”

UNCLE DICKIE was renowned as a keen polo player, author of the standard work,An Introduction to Poloby “Marco”. He steered his nephew towards playing polo and, it was said, helped somewhat to steer him in the direction of marrying the future Queen of England on 20 November 1947. Anyone who knew Prince Philip could not have doubted he was always his own man in making major decisions.

His love of polo was born in Malta during his life in the Royal Navy. The Queen and Prince Philip lived in married quarters on the island soon after their marriage when the Prince commanded a frigate in the Mediterranean fleet.

From 1952, when The Queen succeeded to the throne, Prince Philip found “relaxation” from royal duties in hectic polo played at Cowdray Park, often being invited to ride Lord Cowdray’s polo ponies.

In his bookMen, Machines and Sacred Cows, Prince Philip recalled his polo-playing years with much affection: “Hot, tired and frequently hurting, you make your way back to the pony lines, thank the grooms, pat the ponies which did well and make friends again with the ponies who did not. Then for a shower, a change, almost the best moment of all, a cooling and refreshing drink with friends and kindred spirits to whom polo is not just a game, but the greatest game of all.”

Lord Cowdray was instrumental in helping to revive polo in post-war Britain on his West Sussex estate. Noticing how many Household Cavalry and Household Brigade officers were playing, Prince Philip provided the impetus for the formation of the Household Brigade Polo Club (now Guards) at Smith’s Lawn, Windsor Great Park, in 1955. Smith’s Lawn was to become a focus for much of the royal family’s leisure time.

The Queen was a frequent spectator and Prince Charles remembers Windsor Park as an early influence in watching the game – and wanting to take part. Prince Philip became one of the top eight players in Britain in the 1960s, achieving a highest handicap of five.

He summed up his attitude to polo: “I suppose every games player thinks his particular game is better than any other. I am no exception. I have no objection whatsoever to others enjoying their particular game, but give me polo every time.”

Polo buffs reported that the Prince had received some domestic advice on the tendency for some polo team members to use expletives during moments of stress in the game, some of which wafted over to the spectator area, including the royal pavilion where The Queen poured out the tea at après-polo tea parties on a Saturday afternoon. He wrote inThe Horseman’s Year: “Wives have been known to have very firm views about the way both their husbands and other players conduct themselves on the ground.”

Prince Philip captained teams at Windsor throughout the 1950s and 60s. He knew people throughout the sport and visited many of the smaller clubs, such as Toulston, Cheshire, Tidworth and Kirtlington, remarking: “Whenever I have managed to get away to play on some of these grounds, I have a wonderful time... the hospitality offered to visiting teams does nothing to improve the standard of play.”

The royal Duke, aided by Lord Mountbatten, was a firm mentor of Prince Charles in playing the game. Prince Charles, aged 15, received from his father his first polo pony, named San Quinina. He remembered later: “My father was a very good instructor and he gave me the basic techniques.”

Press photographers snatched pictures of Prince Philip giving his son “a serious talking to” in his coaching capacity after his early matches at Smith’s Lawn. In April 1967, Prince Philip played in the Windsor Park team with Prince Charles, Gerard Leigh and William Loyd. It was Prince Charles’s first success in tournament polo, playing for the Combermere Cup. Prince Philip and his son both scored in the final, with The Queen watching.

When The Queen came to present the cup, Prince Philip presented Prince Charles to The Queen with the remark: “This is one of my team-mates, I believe you know him...”

It was typical of Prince Philip that he made a firm decision to give up playing polo in 1971, with the remark: “I reckoned 50 was quite old enough for that game.”

A new discipline

PRINCE PHILIP was increasingly suffering from arthritis in his wrist, but he was soon keen to develop another equestrian interest – competition carriage driving. He took up the sport soon after retiring from polo, using five Cleveland Bays from the Royal Mews, with the keen co-operation of the crown equerry, Lt Col Sir John Miller, a natural horseman and a great hunting man and carriage driver.

Prince Philip said he largely trained himself in carriage driving, through practising hard on the long paths across the Sandringham estate, with help from Major Walter “Tommy” Thompson, former riding master of the Household Cavalry.

Soon Prince Philip excelled as a four-in-hand driver and he plunged into international contest. He was perfectly at home with the great many characters in the sport, from all sorts of backgrounds, and with them he would argue into the night – tactics and the best use of vehicles and harness.

George Bowman, the great Cumbrian whip, and many other driving experts from all over the world, were warmly welcomed by the Prince at Windsor, and various German cousins would be seen as passengers on his driving vehicles. As well as competition carriage driving, Prince Philip was an active member of the Coaching Club, which helped to ensure jolly drives, accompanied by ladies and gentlemen as guests, at royal venues such as Hampton Court and Sandringham. Prince Philip would drive a carriage from the Royal Mews at Windsor to polo at Smith’s Lawn with The Queen as passenger beside him.

He virtually invented the modern competitive driving sport, as president of the FEI from 1964 to 1986. With help from Col Sir Mike Ansell, Prince Philip drew up rules for “combined driving”, including the exciting marathon phase across country and the fiendishly difficult obstacle course.

After “a bit of arm twisting”, as he put it, Prince Philip ensured that competition carriage driving was firmly attached to the Royal Windsor Horse Show from 1971. He took part in the European Championships at Windsor in 1973 and was disappointed, but not discouraged, when he had to retire with a bent axle in the last hazard of the marathon. He completed one of only three clear rounds of the obstacle course to finish second in that phase.

Vehicles crashing or overturning were a regular feature of the marathon phase, and the royal whip seemed to relish the risks. He represented Britain in three European Championships and six World Championships. In the 1982 World Championships in the Netherlands, he finished sixth overall out of 39 entries; the same year he was the overall winner at Windsor. The Royal Mews, formerly the preserve for ceremonial work of the Cleveland Bay, Britain’s only true native carriage horse, saw the arrival of horses crossed with Oldenburgs, which Prince Philip believed had “probably the best paces of any of the carriage breeds”, which he deemed best for competition work.

Rather like Uncle Dickie, Prince Philip produced a worthwhile handbook on his sport, which has stood the test of time. The excellentCompetition Carriage Driving,published in 1982, reveals the Prince’s love of mechanical detail. He gives the fullest explanations of the construction of carriages and harness and reveals his own innovative approach. He gained some advice and help from British Aerospace in building a strong, but lightweight, metal, dual-purpose carriage for the presentation and dressage phase, as well as the marathon.

Prince Philip provided some merriment for the equestrian press when he was explaining in detail his views on such technical matters as swingletrees, at a press conference in the Royal Mews to launch his book. Suddenly, he received a question about details of the forthcoming marriage of Prince Andrew. It came from a tabloid reporter, who had infiltrated the gathering.

The affable Prince gave way to a very annoyed royal personage.

“I am certainly not here today to discuss trivia,” he said sternly. He instructed his aides: “Get that man out of here!”

In 1986, Prince Philip, aged 65, gave up driving horses in harness and switched to driving teams of home-bred Fells, which were otherwise used for stalking at Balmoral. He continued competition driving with teams of ponies, often just as hectic and hazardous as the horse competition, throughout his sixties and seventies, and clearly continued to gain great enjoyment from the sport.

He declared: “I find the pony teams class rather more light-hearted, and it has provided me with a great deal of fun. Furthermore, most of the other pony team drivers are considerably more glamorous than our colleagues in the horse teams.”

The modern horseworld

AS FEI president, Prince Philip brought his energies to bear on frequent attempts not always successful, to upgrade existing sports by rewriting their rules, causing many a pursed lip and puzzled frown to some officials. He threw himself into reforming the ramifications of horse passports – and veterinary controls – to enable competition horses to pass frontiers more easily.

Although he described himself as a “neutral chairman between the different factions in showjumping, dressage and horse trials”, he inevitably became embroiled in the post-war Olympics professional-vs-amateur debates.

Controversially, he encouraged the setting up of a category of professional riders who received advantages in terms of taxation, but were debarred from riding in the Games. The problem was that although a number of leading British showjumpers voluntarily took on professional status, too many leading jump riders on the Continent, especially the Germans, declined to do so, although their professional remuneration from the sport in various ways was just as obvious. They thereby continued to ride in the Games. This problem persisted until the International Olympic Committee abandoned the pro-am distinction for all sports competitors, but by then there had been a dearth of showjumping medals for Britain at the Olympics, and some of the former “professionals” were past their peak.

Another burning controversy, in which Prince Philip was ready to engage, was the use of phenylbutazone, or bute, on competition horses. He would tap his painful wrist, saying: “Well, I take bute – and it has done a lot for me.”

Under Prince Philip the FEI set up a system of proportional use of bute, but testing and measuring horses worldwide to ensure only the allowed percentage of the drug was present proved to be difficult and expensive. There were arguments about the results of such tests.

Eventually, the FEI had to revert to a complete ban on its use, whichH&Hargued was the only practical solution – and much easier to test.

At a line-up at the South of England show, the Prince rounded on me as the then editor ofH&Hsaying: “You got it wrong in the paper on the drugs again last week!”

A lively discussion ensued and I suggested the Prince write a “Letter to the Editor” on the subject and, to his great credit, Prince Philip did so. It was published without any special presentation as just another letter and was never picked up by the national press.

The Prince once debated the pro-am issue over lunch in an outspoken argument with Harvey Smith and other leading showjumpers. The general view afterwards was: “We may not always agree with him, but he’s a jolly good bloke.”

The controversies were part of the growing pains of the horseworld and Prince Philip left the FEI and horse sports in a far better state overall, in terms of meeting modern conditions, when he retired as president in 1986. He was succeeded by the Princess Royal, who continued her father’s work for the next eight testing years.

Prince Philip memorably described the horse as “the great leveller”. Certainly, it was one of many ways in which he reached people across a wide spectrum. He was as enthusiastic about the Prince Philip Cup for the Pony Club – having founded the mounted games competition in 1957 – as he was about the highest levels of adult sport, and would often appear at Wembley to present the prizes, as well as taking a close interest in the qualifiers.

Prince Philip’s special legacy to horsemen in Britain – and everywhere else – is seldom quantified, but it is immense, and everyone who enjoys horses and ponies is in his debt as a great enthusiast and innovator. Royal patronage was not just a duty; it was a role carried out enthusiastically and energetically by The Queen’s consort.

In his own words: “Some optimists tend to assume that, once you have learnt the lesson that horses bite at one end and kick at the other, there is nothing further to worry about – no such luck, I am afraid. That is only lesson one in a learning process that goes on as long as you are mug enough to continue to associate with horses.”

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