tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5443127701494838545.post273618431216496961..comments2023-05-11T09:14:42.768-05:00Comments on Andrea Dorn's blog: Tennessee Walking HorsesAndreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11567226214353303860noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5443127701494838545.post-86222758448669039602012-05-19T22:05:25.022-05:002012-05-19T22:05:25.022-05:00It amazes me how low we can stoop as a species som...It amazes me how low we can stoop as a species sometimes. Thanks for commenting. I, too, have been without horses for many years and it feels like I'm missing a part of me. I laugh at myself sometimes when I notice that I've been leaning with my car when I take a turn or lean forward when going up hill! I guess my car is the only horsepower I work with now.Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11567226214353303860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5443127701494838545.post-59534714136596034012012-05-19T03:50:09.032-05:002012-05-19T03:50:09.032-05:00My first love was and always will be horses, thoug...My first love was and always will be horses, though I've not been blessed to have them in my life for many, many years. But I'd known about some of the practices, some of the things that are done. Like chains around a Hackney pony's front hooves while in his stall, to "teach" him to pick up his forelegs in that high gait. I remember being quite disturbed to see that, once Fuzzy Taleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09505853082591216696noreply@blogger.com