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Anyone in the Dublin area in Ireland looking for a 14.hh pony? 6 years old beautiful little thing! Can jump massive! Very quiet, no vices or bad habbits. has been out hunting hunter trialing show jumping at 90 cm, but could easily go higher. Has jumped 1.20 single fence but again could go higher. only for sale as my friend has outgrown him and we need to find someone for him! 1700 ono* good home only please:) No timewasters!

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Just a bit of an update;)

Right so you can probably tell what this will be by the title. I felt like this was an appropriate thing to tell you because it is about my horse. So today i was jumping him and we came to a really tight one stride double. Everything was going great untill BAM! we get the striding completley messed up so i go to grab a handfull of mane to help me stsy on but he took off way early leaving me behind! So me being me i fell off but still held on to me and this was in a lesson so there were other people in the arena and i land under their horse and i could see the hoof coming for me but then my fella rolls me over out from underneath the other horse and starts sniffing me and licking me :’) <3

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wwonderful:

sexuality is so dumb why does it even matter who you like no one is gonna like you back anyways

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I see broken lines everywhere in the equestrian world. Those between trainer and student, show barn and show barn, competitor and competitor, breed enthusiasts, different disciplines, and horse and rider. We are so, so divided in this sport, driven by money and titles and winnings and championship coolers that we want, just to drive envy into the hearts of our opponents. It’s wrong. We shouldn’t be classified any longer by the saddle we sit in, or the circuit on which we show. It’s not about where your horse came from, hot off the track or flown in from Germany. It’s not about your Monacos or your cowboy boots or your sneakers. You can’t wake up in the morning, nervous about the new girl at your barn who might be better than you at seeing distances, or running barrels, or cantering a serpentine. You wake up and look in the mirror and smile because you’re an equestrian, dammit. You pour your soul into your horse and you smile at your opponents in the line up after you receive a red ribbon, and you congratulate the class winner. You’re humble, but proud of your horse and the fact that you are a team. You would just as easily skip a lesson to help your trainer with the leadliners in a local show. You smile because the short-stirrupers look up to you, and you give them piggy-backs around the ring  and over cavalettis. There is so much more to this sport than a fucking ribbon to tack up on your wall. It’s about all of us. It’s about dusty boots and the horses that we love and the blood that we shed and late nights in the tack room hysterically laughing with your friends. Being an equestrian means you respect others in this sport, you love your horse unconditionally, you get back on when you fall, and you ride because it’s what you love, not because you just want to qualify for a final. It’s about us. All together. So pull the sticks from your asses and realize that we’re fucking equal already!

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