January 27, 2011
I recently posted an entry discussing Cowboy hats, who wears them, and why. I admitted that I don’t wear one but sure wish I did—so I could pass as a “real” cowboy. I will probably always come up short on that look because I’ll lack the hat, but I think I can pass from the waist down anyways!
If I had my way, I’d wear jeans and a white t-shirt every day of my life. In the winter, I’d have a pullover sweatshirt or flannel shirt on for added warmth, but rest assured the white t-shirt would be layered underneath.
I literally have a closet full and dresser drawers full of nice shirts of all kinds (including brand new white t’s) that I’ve never worn because I can’t give up my broken-in white t-shirts and button down flannel shirts. I generally wear the shirts until they are more holes than fabric, and at that point, my wife subtly throws them out or makes rags out of them. But I always notice when one is gone and chastise her for the theft and subsequent wasting of a perfectly good shirt—I bought the last white tee she threw out, in a package of three, on vacation in 2002, and it had plenty of life left in it! I believe I still have the other two.
As a side note—when you buy a flannel shirt, it’s my experience that you definitely get what you pay for. The best kinds get that broken-in, “worn” look, but still hold on for several years. To me, shirts are like tennis shoes….if they’re brand new, they feel conspicuous and fake. I see a few cowboys wearing starched shirts and ironed jeans, but to me there’s nothing more unreal than a drug store cowboy look. Flannel shirts and white t’s are the most comfortable thing in the world, and I’m a cowboy who believes in comfort.
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January 25, 2011
So what’s your opinion on cowboy hats? Are you a guy or gal who wears one only occasionally for western events or is it part of your permanent, everyday attire, something as necessary as your pants or shirt? Do you think anyone and everyone should wear one, or just the actual cowboys?
My wife grew up in cattle and ranch country and she is more accustomed to seeing “real” cowboys wearing cowboy hats. Her uncle has been a rancher his entire life, and I can’t imagine him without a cowboy hat. I don’t think he’d look like himself at all without it! Her dad, on the other hand, is also a rancher and horseman, but he can usually be seen wearing a Pioneer seed corn cap whenever he’s horseback, and he saves his hat for Sunday-go-to-meetin’ days or special events.
I grew up in farming country and when I see someone wearing a cowboy hat, I feel like they look out of place. Further adding to the mis-placed look is that you rarely see the person that wears them in anything but a really nice Stetson or some other expensive looking hat. It makes it look like that hat is an accessory and statement, rather than an old beat up hat that seems to be as much tool as clothing accessory. In fact, just about the only people around here who wear them seem to be auctioneers, cattle buyers, and wanna-be cowboys who may own a horse or two, but they rarely ride them and don’t own any cows at all—which leads to an inside joke among me and my brothers, “Never trust anybody with a cowboy hat.”
Having said that, I’ll admit, when I was five years old our little town celebrated its centennial and there was a bingo parlor set up in the city park. My grandpa took me along with him to play, and I won the first game. Well, despite my grandmother’s protests, I chose a big straw cowboy hat for my prize! It was white, with a great big brown and red feather on the front of the hat and I cherished it for quite awhile.
Even now, I secretly wish I had a cowboy hat. I wish I had two actually—an old, beat up dirty one that shows I’m a “real” cowboy, and then a nice “goin-to-town” one that cost more than my horse did. Any time I’m at a western store, I make sure no one is watching and I put one on and instantly feel sheepish. So I regretfully put it back and move on. The look probably just doesn’t suit me. Besides…I don’t want people thinking I’m an auctioneer!
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May 5, 2010
This video shows horses trapped in floodwaters near Nashville, Tennessee this week. Rescuers in boats were able to herd the horses, but it is very interesting to observe the horses’ behaviors in deep water and what instincts they have when dealing with this type of emergency. Here’s the video:
There are a few things that can be drawn from this video, and that is the horses did not seem in a hurry to get out of the floodwaters, and the black horse being led in shallow water actually seemed afraid to walk to dry ground. Watching this sort of thing reminds me of how important it is to have horses that are used to being caught and handled so that rescuers are able to help them. Can you imagine trying to catch a frantic or shy horse in these waters? It could result in people falling in the water, the horse getting hurt in underwater rubbish or wire, and who knows what else.
I’ve always heard you’re supposed to have a plan for fire, flood, and other emergencies. Keeping a five gallon bucket with a lid on it that holds halters, ropes, first aid kit, and maybe something to blindfold a horse with is a great idea.
I’m glad these horses made it to safety, and hope things dry out for the Tennessee folks soon!
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April 13, 2010
You Take The Horse; I’ll Gladly Take The Dog
By Dave Barry
Recently a woman I know named Michelle came into the newspaper office with a big ugly wound on her upper arm. Realizing that she might be self-conscious about it, I said: “Michelle, what’s that big ugly wound on your upper arm?” Sensitivity is the cornerstone of journalism.
It turned out that Michelle had been bitten by a horse. It was her own horse, and it bit her while she was trying to feed it.
This is a typical horse maneuver. Horses are the opposite of dogs, gratitude-wise. You give a dog something totally wretched to eat, such as a toad part or a wad of pre-chewed Dentyne, and the dog will henceforth view you as the Supreme Being.
It will gaze on you for hours with rapt adoration and lick the ground you walk on and try to kill the pizza-delivery person if he comes anywhere near you.
Whereas if you spend hours grooming a horse and lugging its food and water around, the horse will be thinking: “Should I chomp on this person’s arm? Or should I merely blow a couple gallons of horse snot into this person’s hair?”
I don’t trust horses. “Never trust an animal with feet made from the same material as bowling balls” is one of my mottoes. I never believed those scenes in Western movies when bad guys would tie the hero up, and his horse would trot over and untie the knots with his teeth. A real horse would size up the situation and stomp on the hero’s feet.
I don’t blame horses for being hostile. I myself would feel hostile toward somebody who was always sitting on me and yanking on my lips. But what I don’t get is, how come they’re so popular? Especially with women?
Now, you’re probably saying: “Dave, you’re just bitter because in fifth grade you had an intense crush on Susan Cartoun, and you wrote `Sue’ on your notebook inside a heart, but the name inside the heart on her notebook was `Frosty,’ an imaginary horse that she loved much more than you, despite the fact that, if Frosty ever had the chance, it would have got imaginary snot in her hair.”
Yes, it’s true that I am a little bitter about that. Also, I have not forgotten my first experience with a horse. I was 9 years old, at a farm, and I attempted to ride a pony.
“Pony” is a misunderstood word. Many young people, having grown up watching the “My Little Pony” cartoon show, believe that a pony is a cute little pastel-colored critter with a perky voice and a nurturing personality and a 1973 Farrah Fawcett hair style. Whereas, in fact, a typical pony is the same weight as an Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme but with no controls or moral code.
Anyway, following my sister’s directions, I put my foot into the metal thing hanging down from the pony (technically, the “fetlock”), and instantly the pony, not wishing to be boarded at that time, trotted briskly off, with my leg attached to it.
I attempted to keep up by bouncing next to it on my other leg, like the famous Western cinematic star, Hopalong Dork, but finally, in a feat of astonishing equestrian skill, I fell down backward and got dragged across the field with my head bouncing gaily behind amongst the cow doots.
I could tell the pony enjoyed this immensely. It couldn’t wait to get back to the stable and tell the other horses via Snort Language.
“You should have seen his hair!” snorted the pony. “He’ll need to shampoo with industrial solvents!”
“Next time,” snorted one of the older horses, “try stepping on him. It’s like dropping an anvil on a Hostess Twinkie.”
“And the legal authorities can’t prosecute, because we’re horses,” snorted another.
So I stayed off horses altogether until 20 years later, when I was courting my wife. We were in the Rocky Mountains, and they had rental horses, and she wanted to ride one.
Naturally, she loves horses. As a child, she used to ride a neighbor’s horse bareback, an experience she remembers fondly even though she admits the horse would regularly try to decapitate her by running under low tree branches at 27 miles per hour.
I don’t want to sound like a broken record here, but why is it that a woman will forgive homicidal behavior in a horse, yet be highly critical of a man for leaving the toilet seat up?
But I was in Raging Hormone Courting Mode, meaning I would have wrestled a giant snake to impress my wife-to-be, so I let her talk me into getting on this rental horse.
It turned its head around and looked at me with one of those horse eyeballs the size of a mature grapefruit, and I knew instantly what it was thinking. It was thinking: “Hey! It’s Hopalong Dork!”
So while my wife’s horse trotted briskly off into the scenery, looking for low branches to run under, my horse just stood there, eating and pooping, waiting for me to put one leg on the ground so it could suddenly take off and drag me to Oregon.
So I sat very still, like one of those statue generals, only more rigid. I’d say we moved about 11 feet in two hours. Next time I am definitely renting the snake.
Fortunately, my wife’s horse was unable to kill her, and we got married and lived happily ever after, except that she keeps saying that she wants us to go riding again.
I don’t know what to do. I think maybe tonight I’ll fix her a candlelight dinner, give her some wine, and put on some soft, romantic music. Then, when the moment is just right, I will gently but firmly bite her upper arm.
Dave Barry’s column appears Monday on The Times’ editorial page.
Copyright (c) 1991 Seattle Times Company, All Rights Reserved
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March 3, 2010
So…we’ve all had to shop for that “hard-to-buy-for” person in our lives. I’m sure that most of you who are reading this blog have horsey friends and loved-ones to shop for who fall into this “hard-to-shop-for” category. You’d think that the way horses seem to dominate our lives, it would be a slam dunk to shop for a horse person, but as evidenced by this thread in our forum, it’s sometimes harder to shop for horse people. Take me for example, if you bought me a new bridle, I’d sincerely thank you for your thoughtfulness and then not use it because – like most of us do – I have THE bridle I want to use. It’s not that we’re ungrateful or anything, it’s just that so many of us develop such a comfort level with our horses and equipment, we just know what works for us and it’s sometimes hard to get a horse gift for a horsey person.
I have recently stumbled on a great horse gifts website that I thought I’d share with you. It’s called horseandwildlifegifts.com, they have a great selection of horse gifts and decor. So, instead of buying a perfectly great set of reins that your favorite horse person will just let hang there because the set that they patched with a shoestring is finally just getting broke in the way they want them, check out our friends at Horse and Wildlife Gifts, it might make your quest for the perfect horse gift a lot easier!
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December 24, 2009
From all of us at Liverystable.net, we’d like to take a minute to thank everyone who visited and used the website this year. In 2009 – just our second full year – we experienced strong growth and continue to add new users and see new horse classifieds coming in steadily. Liverystable.net’s rankings in the search engines continue to improve and daily traffic showed a 17% gain. To make sure those users keep coming back, we accomplished a major site re-design this year which made the site more attractive and easier to use. With the recent addition of our blog, we will to continue to be one of the most popular and useful horse websites there are. Most websites of our type have seen a significant drop-off in users and ads placed, however we “bucked” (pardon the bad pun) that trend and saw considerable growth over 2008. In 2010, we will run several promotions and will continue to feature some of the best horse training tips from Kevin Wescott, useful and entertaining horse articles and of course will offer the best value on the internet for placing a horse for sale, stallion at stud or horse tack, services and supplies.
Thank you again, we wish you a great Holiday season.
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November 24, 2009