All the stuff about horses spooking and being lame to annoy riders reminds me of this girl whose horse I used to exercise for her. She told me that he had been faking lameness for a week and was spooking at nothing, just to annoy her and make her angry.
I rode him. Granted, he did seem lame under saddle but fine on the ground. And he did spook at nothing. But I’ve found that often when horses spook randomly it’s because they’re in pain. They feel this tension and discomfort internally and look for outward things that may be causing it. They get overly reactive because they’re looking for the source of their pain. Or they get distracted by pain and when they come back to focus they get startled by something in their surroundings. (Obviously not every case but certainly true for this horse).
When I finished up the ride, I took off the saddle to find uneven sweat patches that reflected a poor saddle fit. I checked his back and neck and found him to be really sore and pinched in his withers. I told her, and said that it was likely the saddle pinched him during rides, which was probably making him move poorly and spook due to the discomfort. She told me that her saddle was fine and that he was just being an idiot.
Lo and behold the behaviour gets worse, finally she gets a massage therapist out and they tell her exactly what I told her.
Horses don’t just do things to spite you. Every behaviour has a reason, and it’s our job to find it out.
Lynn Gvnn x reader Warnings: language, smut A/N: while researching I realized I’ve been pronouncing the band name wrong this entire time, oops!
It’s been four years since you’ve heard from her, since her music took off and she moved away in her old, broken down car to find her way to fame. You missed her, but you wanted her to do well in the world, so you gave your best wishes and let her go, not about to hold her back when you care so much about her.
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My favorite thing about revisiting Kingdom Hearts is how I went from being annoyed at all these lame disney characters getting in the way of all the square characters as a kid to getting annoyed about all these lame square characters distracting me from all the fantastic disney stuff as an adult.
03. Eskimo kiss For (fat) pet lovers and my trashy mood
(Also, shoot me with pairings please. I’m feeling uninspired and need something to keep grey days interesting.)
It had been
three weeks. Three weeks and Hermione was nothing but a weeping, pathetic mess
of hair on the floor of her living room since she had been dumped. It was such
a terrible, annoying phrase – she sobbed
– being dumped was so lame.
She blew her
nose, hastily wiping away the tears from her cheeks with an irritated huff. It
was even more pathetic if she thought about by whom she had been dumped. It
was, of course, none other than Ronald Bilius Weasley.
scrunched up her still running nose in a snobbish manner – yes, he was her best
friend, but still, getting dumped? It
was something her infamously bright mind couldn’t take in and made her want to scream
up the entire block at three am. She was that mad at the lack of respect Ronald
had shown towards her – yes, he had dumped
her in front of the entire population of Diagon Alley during lunch rush and
with Lavender Brown on his arms.
She thought she
had handled at that moment – after she got the usual ‘it’s not you, it’s me,’ speech that Ron must have learned from
Lavender’s magazines, she subtly hexed them and then spent her day locked in
her office with a box of chocolate and a shittone of coffee.
was enough to not let it distract her from her work in the mean time – but every
time she got home, she started crying like a baby and ended up like a blubbering
idiot in her pyjamas and melted ice-cream in her hands. She didn’t even like
ice-cream! Why she had that anyway?
She scowled at
the lovey-doveys on the telly and discreetly showed them her middle finger, not
that it had any effect on them. Goddamnit, she really was pathetic!
“I hate this
channel,” she murmured to herself as she turned it to national geographic. The appreciative
mewr came to her ears and Hermione nearly jumped at her favourite pet’s
dragging, tired voice. “Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s at least interesting. And not
sappy and predictable. I should have turned a lot earlier…” she froze for a
moment, “Oh great!” she cried, digging the heels of her palms in her worn out
eyes, “I’m going insane besides getting dumped. Just great.”
to agree as she mewr once more, this time it was short and snappy sound.
Hermione sighed, “You could show some support you know.”
To her utter
bewilderment, her oversized, lazy furball of cat made a ninja move and leapt on
her lap in a swift movement. He stared into her hazel eyes with an intelligent gleam
in his irises. He mewred yet again and Hermione found herself gulping down the
tears that wanted to come back with renewed force.
She tried to hold
back a whimper as her eyes blurred from the efforts and the lump in her throat
got more massive and so much bigger…! She let out a shaky sight and held Crooks’
eyes. “I should just let it… overcome to get rid of it more easily, yes?”
The feline put
his paws on her shoulders as he got on two legs. He nuzzled his nose to hers
and with that, Hermione took his offered support and let those treacherous
tears flow down freely, hugging her familiar with desperation. The cat let her
do whatever she desired for now.
Even if she had
not got Ron anymore, she still had Crookshanks. And that was enough for this
I'm sick and tired of feeling this kind of lonely.
I’m having a really bad weekend. I’m not sure if it is just simply my mood, or if something has triggered me or not. Maybe it has something to do with yesterday being Valentines, I really don’t know.
All I know is I have felt really depressed. Not suicidal depressed, but just really down and alone. It isn’t just because I’m single, but it feels like I have no friends. Not even online ones. Because I don’t talk to anyone anymore. The few I was talking to, they’ve all pulled away, or gotten busy and don’t make time to talk to me anymore.
Honestly, I feel like I’m a burden. That’s why I don’t reach out and text people first, or call or whatever. I know that I bother people, so I just leave them alone. I don’t want anyone annoyed with me.
people are so annoying for ragging on taylor swift and her dancing. she knows she can’t dance but she doesn’t give a fuck what people think and dances because it’s fun, which is a lot more than most of you people can say