I can’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t have a pet. There were always dogs and at one point I actually decided to turn one of our dogs into a horse, or better a pony. He didn’t have to wear a saddle. I guess that went to far even for my Dad. But I decided that I needed to ride on him. He was a big dog. Some kind of German Shepard mix. I’m pretty sure that my Dad was lifting me up while I was on the dogs back but made it seem like I was actually riding the poor animal. I must have been 4ish back then…
Very happy to have had the opportunity again to guest blog for Perse over at Far Beyond The Stars, although the reason to write this post is rather sad. Losing your four-legged partner is never fun. It actually hurts a lot.
It’s the scent of fall. The scent of slightly damp soil, the rotting leaves, combined with the slightly chilly air that takes me back in time. Down here in Australia it’s almost winter. The treas lost most of their leaves (at least the ones that lose them) and there are still plenty of piles of leaves lying around. The weather got wetter and so did the soil. It’s no longer dry.
This is a post I wrote for my friend over at Far Beyond the Stars. Head over and check more about our horses or read more about my horse here.
I would rather die of passion than of boredom. – Vincent van Gogh
My passion always have been horses, Arabian Horses especially.
Today it is my family, nature and writing and of course still the Arabian Horse. To be fair: All horses, but the Arabian is just so beautiful, so elegant, so powerful, so fast, so crazy, so… breathtaking. All horses are, but I guess, once the “Arabian Horse Bug” hits you, it will never leave anymore…
We all need something to be passionate about. No matter if it is our hobby, our love, our family, a pet, a place, sports or our job. Or chocolate…
I believe that being bored is part of your life and it is good to learn to deal with it. However, if you are constantly bored it will kill something inside of you. The little flame that it takes to get things rolling.
Be passionate and turn boredom into action.
I am very happy to write guest posts on Perse’s blog, Perse Show. My posts will be all about my relationship with horses and especially about my horse. Here is my first post. I hope you enjoy…
The big race is over. Heaps of people had fun and a German horse won the Cup.
Lots of people will try to find their way home, totally wasted. The athlete horses are hopefully well looked after and the jockeys will probably celebrate in style.
But… Today two horses paid the price. Today, the “race that stops a nation” claimed the life of two or its athletes. As the crowd cheered and went nuts, made bets, drank, partied on and eventually left Flemington, the favorite collapsed and died in his stall. Heart attack? Internal bleeding? Who knows and probably who will actually care a couple of days from now. Later today another horse was euthanized after crashing through a gate and shattering a bone.
It is part of “the game”, part of the entertainment. The game “must” and will go on…
It is one of those things I find rather amazing living here. And this thing is called “Cup Day”. It is a horse race. Or better, it is THE horse race! It’s part of what is called the Spring Carnival. What is pretty amazing (at least for me) is, that this race, this “Cup Day” takes place on a Tuesday. And you know what? Everything is closed. Basically nobody works! The schools are off, some of them were off already yesterday. As much as I like horses, I find it rather strange that one race brings the entire city to a halt. Continue reading
It was late November. Back in Switzerland, 13 years ago.
The weather was crazy. We had a huge snow storm that night. I just got married a week prior and my husband and I spent the weekend where I grew up to celebrate a friend’s birthday. It was the night I lost my best friend…