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by Emily, age 11, future horse owner (hopefully!!!) Biscuit! ~ My Favorite Breeds ~ Stuff I Learned ~ Lesson Diary ~ Horse Books ~ The Campaign |
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Hi!!! My name is Emily and I am 11 and I am HORSE CRAZY. My mom says I have been horse crazy since I was 3 and saw a pony at the fair and would not get off. I take riding lessons every Saturday morning at a barn near us (my mom says don't put where) on a school horse named Biscuit who is the best horse in the entire world. This is my page about horses. My dad helped me with the computer part but I wrote ALL the words. My mom checked the spelling. I don't have my own horse YET. See The Campaign at the bottom. (Mom and Dad, if you are reading this, please read all the way to the bottom.) I don't have any pictures on here because we don't have a scanner and my mom's camera is the regular kind so the film has to go to the drugstore. My dad says maybe for Christmas. (A scanner. Not a horse. I asked.) |
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BISCUIT!!!
Biscuit is a Quarter Horse gelding (a gelding is a boy horse that can't be a daddy) and he is buckskin which means he is the color of a graham cracker with a black mane and tail and black legs. He is 15 hands tall. (A hand is 4 inches and you measure at the withers, which is the bump at the bottom of the neck where the back starts. So 15 hands is 60 inches to his withers. His head goes way higher than that!!) He is 18 years old which for a horse is like a grownup but not old-old. He is a school horse which means lots of kids ride him for lessons and he is SUPER patient and does not spook at anything, not even the tractor, not even the barn cat jumping out of the hay. Things Biscuit likes: carrots, being scratched on his neck right under his mane, going out to the field, and me (I think). Things Biscuit does not like: the horse trailer, when you brush his belly too hard, and the gray pony named Smoke who bites. He has a soft nose and when you give him a carrot he makes his lips go all wiggly. Sometimes he puts his head on my shoulder when I'm brushing him and my teacher Miss Karen says that means he's relaxed. I say it means he loves me. We are both right probably. |
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My Favorite Breeds There are hundreds of breeds of horses. These are my top three. I got the facts from the big horse encyclopedia I got for my birthday and from Miss Karen and I checked them twice!! 1. ARABIAN The Arabian is one of the OLDEST breeds of horses in the whole world. They came from the desert of the Arabian Peninsula where the Bedouin people bred them thousands of years ago, and they used to keep them in their tents at night! You can tell an Arabian by its face: it is "dished," which means it curves in a little between the eyes and the nose, and its big eyes and little muzzle. They carry their tails up high when they run. They are not very big (usually about 14 to 15 hands) but they have SO much stamina, which is why they win at endurance riding, which is races that are like 50 or 100 miles long. Also here is a cool fact: a lot of Arabians have one less bone in their back (one fewer lumbar vertebra) than other horses, which is part of why their backs are short and strong. Almost every breed of light horse has some Arabian in it somewhere. Colors: bay, gray, chestnut, black. Gray Arabians are born dark and turn white as they get older!! I want a gray one. 2. QUARTER HORSE This is Biscuit's breed so of course it is on here. The American Quarter Horse is the most popular breed in the United States and its registry (the American Quarter Horse Association) is the BIGGEST breed registry in the world. They got their name because in colonial times people raced them for a quarter of a mile, and they are the fastest horse in the world over a quarter mile, faster than a Thoroughbred for that short a distance!! They are very muscular especially in the hind end, and they have calm brains, which is why cowboys use them for working cattle and why they are the best school horses (BISCUIT). They can do everything: western, cutting, barrel racing, trail riding, even jumping. They come in lots of colors like sorrel (that's the most common), bay, buckskin (BISCUIT!), palomino, gray, black, and dun. About 15 to 16 hands. 3. CLYDESDALE Clydesdales are DRAFT horses, which means the giant kind that pull heavy things. They come from Scotland, from around the River Clyde (that's where the name comes from!) and farmers there used them for plowing and pulling wagons. They are HUGE, like 16 to 18 hands, and can weigh 2,000 pounds. The thing everybody knows them for is the "feather", the long silky white hair on the bottom of their legs over their hooves. Most of them are bay with a white blaze on their face and four white legs. Their hooves are as big as dinner plates. You have probably seen them in the beer commercials on TV pulling the wagon, that's Clydesdales. Miss Karen let me pet one at the county fair in August and its head was bigger than my whole body and it was the gentlest thing ever. I would like one but my mom says where would we put it, which is the same thing she says about ALL horses. Honorable mentions: Thoroughbreds (racehorses, super fast, super tall, kind of hyper), Morgans (a really old American breed, all of them come from one horse named Figure who lived in Vermont a long time ago!), Shetland ponies (tiny and stubborn, Smoke is one, Smoke bites), Appaloosas (SPOTS), and Paints (patches). |
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Stuff I Learned So Far I have been taking lessons since March (7 months!!) so here is what I know now that I didn't know before. How to groom a horse, IN ORDER (the order matters!!):
Other stuff: You mount from the LEFT side. Your heels go DOWN. You look where you're going, not at the horse's ears (so hard because his ears are so cute). Reins are for steering and stopping, NOT for holding on. You hold on with your legs. Halt, walk, trot, canter (I have cantered 4 times!!!). Horses can't see right in front of their nose or right behind them so you always talk to them when you walk up so they know you're there. And you NEVER run or yell in the barn. |
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My Lesson Diary
Saturday, August 7. Trotted the whole way around the arena posting on the right diagonal and Miss Karen said "YES EMILY" really loud. Biscuit got 2 carrots. Saturday, August 14. Poles! We trotted over poles on the ground, 4 in a row. Biscuit just steps over them like they're nothing. I have to stand up in the stirrups a little (two-point) and I did it and didn't fall off or anything. Saturday, August 21. It rained so we didn't ride but I got to help Miss Karen do ALL the school horses' feet and I learned how to put on a fly mask. Biscuit looks like a superhero in his fly mask. Saturday, August 28. CANTERED!!!!! The third time ever. It's like a rocking chair, it's way smoother than the trot, you sit deep and go with it. Only for like half the arena and then Biscuit decided that was enough and trotted, but I CANTERED. Mom watched from the fence. I think she got scared. I was not scared. Saturday, September 4. Fell off. Okay so, it's fine. We were trotting and Biscuit stopped really fast because Smoke (the biting pony) got loose and ran across the arena, and I kept going, right over his shoulder onto the sand. It didn't even hurt that much. Miss Karen says everybody falls off and you're not a real rider till you've fallen off 7 times (that's a saying) so I have 6 to go. I got right back on because that's the rule. Biscuit felt really bad, I could tell. He put his nose on me after. I still gave him a carrot because it was Smoke's fault. I now have a big bruise that I show everyone. Saturday, September 11. Cantered again and this time all the way around!! And I learned about leads, which is which front leg goes further forward when you canter, and it's supposed to be the inside one, and Biscuit does it right automatically because he's smart. Saturday, September 18. Miss Karen says I might be ready to try a little tiny crossrail jump in October. A crossrail is two poles that make an X, so the middle is like 1 foot high. I have been thinking about it all week. All week!!! Saturday, September 25. Groomed Biscuit ALL BY MYSELF with nobody helping and got him tacked up in 15 minutes and Miss Karen checked the girth and said it was perfect. Rode for an hour. Trot, canter, poles. Then I got to turn him out in the field and he ROLLED in the dirt right away like all my brushing didn't happen. Horses. |
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Horses in Books
I have read all of these. Some more than once. Some more than five times. (Black Beauty.)
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The Campaign For My Own Horse
MOM AND DAD. This part is for you. (Everybody else can read it too, it's a free country.) I know a horse is a big deal. I know they cost a lot of money and not just to buy but for food and the farrier (that's the horseshoe person, every 6 to 8 weeks) and the vet and board at a barn because we don't have a barn. Miss Karen told me all the numbers and I wrote them down and it's a LOT. I know. But here is my case: Reasons I should get a horse:
What my parents say: Dad says "we'll see" and "let's talk about it when you're 12." I am 12 in February. That is 5 months. I am counting. Mom says "a horse is a 20-year commitment" and I say YES EXACTLY THAT'S THE BEST PART. Current status of the campaign: Dad said he would "talk to Miss Karen about what a half lease costs." THAT IS NOT A NO. I am putting it on the Internet so it is official. Dad said this. September 25, 1999. Witnesses: me, Mom, Rusty. |
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[email protected] (My mom reads my e-mail first. That's the rule. Please don't write anything weird.) Last updated: September 25, 1999 (right after my lesson!) © 1999 Emily. Biscuit belongs to the barn (FOR NOW). |