Stallion Handlers Should Be Moms

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I loved my stallions. When I was breeding, I had seven different ones, but only ever two at one time. They all had their quirks. Xanadu and Praise Hallelujah were ‘De Bombs’ Two of the very, very best the Tennessee Walking Horse breed had to offer.

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Some mom skills come in really handy – like sensing when things are too quiet and having eyes in the back of your head.  In many ways stallions are like overgrown kids.

This is not to make light of interacting with stallions in any way. They are quick, powerful and no mere human is a match for a stallion in a flat out battle. However, the common perception of stallions as aggressive and inherently dangerous is not accurate.  They are also not sex crazed maniacs that will hurt a mare and kill foals.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  Mares are much more of a threat to the stallion than the other way around and stallions are normally very protective of foals.

Stallions mellow with advanced age to rather stately and dignified gentlemen but in their younger days can be challenging.  It starts early. Colts are more active and…

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IN APPRECIATION OF CLAY HARLIN and others like him who have fought against the soring of the Tennessee Walking Horse

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Today I want to share an award that Clay Harlin, who is the son of Bill Harlin (who recently passed away), just received for his efforts to stand up against the awful practice of soring the Tennessee Walking Horse. Doing so nearly ruined the Harlinsdale breeding farm, as he and his dad were ostracized for his stance. It was rough during that time for anyone to come out against soring. The fight continues. This is a good review and wrap-up about soring and ends with hopeful words that we WILL WIN this fight! I bought my exceptional stallion, Praise Hallelujah, as a two year old from Mr. Harlin in 1990. We worked very hard to train and ride him SOUND and compete against sored pleasure horses during that era. The last half of my book: The Horse That Wouldn’t Trot, which I wrote to share my love of the Walking Horse, but also to expose soring as I saw it, is about Praise Hallelujah.

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