#DONKEY HALTER

[donkeywhisperer]

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[canteringdreams]

Sherman

trail-running donkey

[harvestheart]

Sweet Donkey with flower garland and halter

[heavenlayt]

Title: Love on the air!

Omega!Aemond Targaryen x Alpha!GN!Reader

➳You were an alpha who led a peaceful life in the capital of the kingdom of Westeros. Your job as a farmer guaranteed enough money that you didn't have to worry about financial problems, but it also didn't make you someone important in the social hierarchy.

➳You recognized that you were a nobody and you were fine with that.

➳ Living in the countryside was all you wanted and you couldn't see yourself leading a different life than you were used to.

➳Part of your job was to take merchandise to the city's central fair and negotiate with merchants, and today was no different.

➳Or so you hoped.

➳You decided to travel in the wagon driven by Vhagar and Caraxes, two donkeys that you kept on the farm as substitutes for the horses that were too expensive to keep, which made the journey take longer than it should have.

➳Absent-mindedly eating stale bread, you didn't see Vhagar break free of her halters and run down the stone road as if possessed by the devil.

➳When you realized that Caraxes was braying alone in response to his companion's flight, you reacted quickly and left all your merchandise behind.

➳Finding Vhagar was more important.

➳It was not difficult to find the poor donkey in the crowd of stallholders, as the animal left a trail of destruction wherever it went.

➳Vhagar ran fast, but you ran faster.

➳You were about to grab the tormented donkey, but a pedestrian stepped in front and was run over with everything. A crowd quickly formed around you as you tried to contain the animal alone.

➳It was difficult, but you did it.

➳Helping the victim was the right thing to do, but when a heavy silence formed around you, you thought it was too late for that and you would be arrested for the crime of murder.

➳It was as you turned that the blood drained from your face and you realized the true crime you would be convicted of.

➳It wasn't just any pedestrian.

➳You had just run over the one-eyed prince of Westeros, Aemond Targaryen.

➳The only omega of the royal family.

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Note: this is the most nonsensical shit i've ever written but y'all can read it too lol

[theworldismyoysterandiamthepearl]

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Our Poitou donkey foal has a name! Let us formally introduce... Obi. That's short for Obernai, which is a city in France. Our animal care team selected the name as a nod to the French roots of the Poitou donkey.

With fluff that defies autofocus and a sweet nature, Obi continues to thrive behind the scenes at the Children's Zoo at Franklin Park Zoo. He's learning how to step onto a scale to be weighed, how to wear a halter and walk like a gentleman, and he's a pro at drinking milk prepared by his dedicated care team.

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[fruitless-vain]

Aversive dog trainers are clowns, but thankfully it's going out of fashion and most things I see personally are positive.

But frickin horse people man, most of them are aversive and your laughed at if you try to do positive reinforcement. Came across a video of something 'training' a foal to lead by tying it to a donkey and people were praising them because they used a harness on the donkey instead of a halter i guess?

I find dog stuff to be changing online to be more positive but out in the real world I see far more aversive trainers and methods being used than anything else. Definitely still making far more strides in the right direction though

Horses are definitely struggling to catch up with things but at least we’re seeing some change for the better with more liberty work being accessible online as well as things like bitless bridles being used in the olympics this year! But yeah they’re definitely overrun with outdated methodologies and you’ll see far more stressed tf out horses than relaxed ones in any given sporting event

[mocha-mama-bear]

Mamabear got a pet donkey a few days ago.

Our horses are named Earl, Biscuit and Mouse...i wanted a cottagecore/beatrix potter vibe so i named him Timothy!

Hes very sweet and Im working with him with halter training, gentling and leading.

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[dabiconcordia]

Llama Days

Because today I walked a llama back home, I have a new standard for all my coming days. Just minutes with the llama made this one a poem of kindly wonders, long-necked woolly praise.

I'd been raking leaves, bent forward, head down, eyes on my country acre, so that when I raised them and saw at my driveway's end a llama standing tall there, checking me out,

I was all stammer and gawk and disbelief until I thought of Leon, my neighbor half- a-mile away, whose land was mostly zoo, menagerie, whatever, I called him Doo-

little, the animal doctor himself, though Leon was no vet, just one big heart for anything that walked on paw, web, or hoof-- goat, peacock, sheep, horse, donkey, mink, hare, hart.

But llama? I'd never noticed one before, though no doubt my surprise at seeing him was matched by his at seeing me--or more than matched, he being lost, freedom become

a burden twice as bad as any bars, so much so panic struck and he turned back, high-stepping it onto the road, two-lane, tarred, and I saw the headline, "Llama killed by truck."

Dropping the rake, I raced to rescue him, who now stood frozen, straddling the centerline, looking this way and that; oh, too much room, too little clue. I had to herd him to Leon.

With slow approach and arms a traffic cop's, I eased him into action in the lane leading to llama-chow and fell into step beside him; well, sort of, his two to my one.

I talked him down the road, an unbroken string of chatter my invisible halter and rein: “Howyadoin? Where'd you think you were going? A little farther now, big guy. You'll be just fine.”

Luckily, no car came to make him bolt, though I almost wished for one, wanting someone to see us, like old friends out for a stroll, shoulder to shoulder in the morning sun.

Once we got close enough to what he knew, he was gone, down the right driveway this time, and I was left alone to wave goodbye: “You take care now.” His thanks silent. “You're welcome.”

I don't expect the llama to escape again. Leon 's repaired a fence, no doubt, or gate. So I know tomorrow I'll have to find my own, invent one, a facsimile, and I can't wait.

Already I see him coming like a dream, disguised as odd events, encounters, small dramas worth at least a laugh. Let “He walked his llama home” be my epitaph. I wish you lots of llamas. By Philip Dacey

[donkeywhisperer]

Rope Halter Vs Flat Halter

Many equestrians have stopped using the flat nylon halter made with nylon and metal on the face, known as the flat halter. Donkeys naturally push into pressure, the flat halter helps the donkey push more. Sadly many of the donkey shows are using a flat halter with a chain under the chain. In the horse world this is called a stud chain. The rope halter requires nothing this extreme to teach and…

[eilinelsghost]

Tagged by @melestasflight to share the last sentence - or last six sentences - that I've written. Since I'm awful at sharing only one sentence ever, we'll go with the six sentence option (and a bonus added at the start so you know what on earth they're talking about).

It's been all TRSB all the time for the last month, so I'm pleased to report that at long, long last we are finally back to Atandil:

Finrod laughed as he embraced him in turn, then the mirth mirrored onto his own features. “And how are my donkeys?” Belen laughed. “Not half so indulged, and thus are far more diligent vassals.” He glanced up at him as he stepped back, the grin still beaming. “Though I still bring them apples on your behalf. Honeg waits at the edge of the fold each evening—looking for you, I’d guess—and I pass him an extra when the others aren’t looking.” “Dear Honeg…” Finrod smiled. “I shall bring him a basket full of them when next I visit, and a halter fit for the little lord of his kind.”

Tagging with zero pressure @that-angry-noldo, @searchingforserendipity25, @outofangband, @welcomingdisaster, @sallysavestheday

[blackroseraven]

We have some jennies are the barn for some reason. I do not know why there are donkadonks there but I always like donkeys, especially jennies.

It was pretty humid this evening, but Quattro was happy to get himself running. Unfortunately, I cronched one of my own balls and knocked the wind out of myself and we weren't able to ride. Quite as much as I had hoped.

A rare and costly miscalculation.

But uh. Quattro was happy, and that's what matters. Got him to touch the cone afterwards, and then we went in. Girl gave me beady eyes as she was leading Daydreamer outside because Quattro was tromping along ahead of me without a halter or anything.

then um not five minutes later Daydreamer chucked her off, ran through the gate and into the barn, and I ended up having to calm him down and fetch him.

yep.

Like I know I seem like an idiot most of the time but, like, I'm responsible for myself. I recognize what can happen. I pay attention to myself and my horse, even when I look like I'm just being a daft idiot floating along, I'm always worried about this or that going wrong. I extend Quattro trust because I feel confident in what he's going to do and how he's going to behave.

But you have to keep your eyes on yourself, what you are doing, and not what other people are doing. Let people do their own thing and be responsible for themselves, and you be responsible for yourself so you don't end up unable to look someone in the eye when they bring your horse back to you.

It's a hard lesson to learn, but a really important one. First we have to take care of ourselves, and then we can worry about each other.

[dreaming-of-spots]

I'll preface this by saying I do pretty much 100% R+ with my dog and 50/50 R+ and pressure/release (with ample verbal praise and scratches) with the horses. The only time I'll ever escalate to P+ is if there is immediate physical danger. But I don't think it's 100% a 1-to-1 for domestics simply because if you're working with a large animal in a zoo or aquarium setting, you're pretty much always working in protected contact. The animal cannot physically reach you. When I'm working with a horse, or a donkey, or a cow, there is nothing preventing that animal from running directly through me if they get freaked out or decide they want to. You're also pretty much never, with the occasional exception of ambassador animals, going to put a halter (or collar) on a large zoo animal and be walking them around outside of their enclosure in a space where they could feasibly get loose and run into a road.

For the amateur trainer (which is most people who have horses and similar animals) using pressure/release, it's almost impossible to create a pushy, nippy, sometimes-dangerous animal as long as you pay attention to the amount of pressure you're using, but it's very easy to do that with R+. Not saying you can't or shouldn't use it, but it's something that, imo, requires supervision and instruction from a professional trainer until you at least have solidly established personal space and food manners. (Dogs and small animals are a little different in that it's substantially less dangerous for them to be in your personal space if they get overexcited- you can go back and correct that issue after it happens without the risk of getting seriously hurt).

Learning anything about marine mammal training will make you re-evaluate so much of your relationship with your own pets. There is so much force involved in the way we handle domestic animals. Most of it isn’t even intentional, it just stems from impatience. I’m guilty of it myself!

But with the exception of certain veterinary settings where the animal’s health is the immediate priority, why is it so important to us that animals do exactly what we want exactly when we want it? Why do we have to invent all these tools and contraptions to force them to behave?

When a whale swam away from a session, that was that. The trainer just waited for them to decide to come back. If they flat out refused to participate in behaviors, they still got their allotment of fish. Nothing bad happened. Not even when 20-30 people were assembled for a procedure, and the whale chose not to enter the medical pool. No big deal. Their choice and comfort were prioritized over human convenience.

It’s almost shocking to return to domestic animal medicine afterwards and watch owners use shock collars and chokers and whips to control their animals. It’s no wonder that positive reinforcement was pioneered by marine mammal trainers. When you literally can’t force an animal to do what you want, it changes your entire perspective.

I want to see that mindset extended to our domestic animals.

[ether3um]

Hosanna

A Holy Week Short Story

Your disciples murmur softly around you. Something catches your eye and you turn.

There’s someone riding towards you on the back of a donkey. Its steps are gentle and planned. 

You raise a hand to your forehead to block the beating sun from your vision. The rider is a woman, legs straddling the saddleless donkey. Ebony black hair flows from her head like a river of tar. A hand is pressed to her stomach and even from here you can tell she is smiling. 

“Yemma?” You whisper. You’re not sure what you expected but the donkey continues on, unwavering. 

A few of the Twelve, those standing nearest to you, hear however. “They’ve returned!” Judas yells and everyone turns. 

You blink and the woman is gone. The only thing to see is Peter and John leading a donkey by the halter. You’re ushered forward and in what feels like the blink of an eye you’ve arrived in the town. Your disciples follow you like a posse. 

The townspeople have gathered on the roadsides. They wave palm leaves and throw them, adding to the ones already decorating the street. 

“Hosanna!” They cry like thunder.

Save us. 

“Can’t you hear your people cry?” A voice whispers that you don’t quite recognise. It feels like the Spirit, but there’s something distinctly human about it. Your will and the Holy Spirit’s are overlapping, blending into one voice. “Deliver them.”

“Hosanna!”

A sharp, fiery pain pierces the palms of your hands and you clutch the reins tighter, counting your breaths to stay calm. The ache is building and you close your eyes to steady yourself. 

Suddenly, a cool sensation fills you; the feel of phantom hands on yours is relaxing. The motion is familiar, your mother’s soft hold comforting. 

The donkey trudges on over the leaves. 

Cries of save us fill your head far past the inn door. 

They follow you into your sleep. 

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[chenqing9]

Felt the absolute need to share this story that jerked me out of a very dark downward spiral. I hope it does the same for someone else. Actually this whole book pulled me out of it. “Dark at the Crossing” by Elliot Ackerman. Yes, I like Ackermans.

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"Do you know the story of Cause the donkey?" asked Amir, lighting a cigarette.

"A donkey named Cause?" said Haris. "No, never heard that one."

"I used to tell it to Daphne. The donkey, you see, belonged to an old political activist--hence its name- an elderly farmer with a pistachio crop outside Shamer, near my grandfather's farm.

“The man's grandson lived with him, his parents having been killed during the French Mandate. One summer, the marketplace in Shamer began selling a new type of tractor that was far cheaper to maintain than a donkey, so the farmer and the boy journeyed there to sell Cause. With the boy mounted on Cause's back, the three had traveled about a mile down a dirt road- their total journey to the marketplace being about four miles--when one of the wealthy landowners pulled alongside them in an elegant black Mercedes. He stopped next to Cause and cracked his window, shouting at the boy: 'For shame! Get off that donkey! Let the man who's given you all he has ride for a change.' Then, before the boy could answer, the landowner rolled up his window and sped off. The three stood in the road, choking on dust from the Mercedes.

"Worried they might see this great landowner again, the boy dismounted and the old man rode. They continued the next mile down the road until they came upon another farmer, a bitter man whose crops had failed the last three seasons. He snatched Cause's reins by the halter. 'Despicable old man,’ he snapped. ‘The boy's parents died fighting injustice and you force him to walk as if you were al-Assad, the president himself?’ Not wanting any trouble, the old man dismounted. He and his grandson stood with their donkey, perplexed, unsure how they should proceed. Suddenly, the boy became inspired: ‘Grandfather, Grandfather, he said, 'we can both ride Cause?’ The boy's grandfather appreciated the quickness of his grandson's mind. It reminded him of the boy's parents, who had been killed by the French. The grandfather's chest swelled with pride as he placed the boy on Cause's back, mounting behind him.

“Less than a mile from the market, they passed an old woman, and the grandfather called out: ‘Good morning!’ The old woman turned, leaning heavily on the cane she needed to walk. At first she smiled widely, like a sweet grandmother, but before she could offer a greeting, her feeble eyes brought Cause and the two riders into focus. 'Cruel, heartless men!' she cried. 'Both of you riding a weak, aged donkey. Dismount before you kill him or I'lI report you to the authorities once I arrive in Shamer!' Both grandfather and grandson clumsily dismounted, nearly falling over themselves, their disgrace was so great. 'Always there is something wrong,’ grumbled the old man as they continued, overtaking the woman.

"Grandfather,' said the boy, 'no reason to be upset. We've found the way now. We'll walk beside Cause and everyone will be content.' No sooner had he said this than a policeman galloped past on a black, thick-chested mare. 'What's wrong with you fools?' said the policeman. 'What is a donkey for except for riding? Have you walked this whole time?' Before they could tell him of the difficulties they'd had riding Cause, the policeman galloped off. Heartbroken that no one could understand his simple desire to do right, the grandfather turned to the boy and said:

‘Only one choice is left. We alone must carry Cause, then no one can speak ill of us.' The boy told his grandfather: 'Cause may not accept being carried by us.' The old man disregarded the boy's warning. 'He is only a donkey. I can be cruel, too. If he objects, we'll whip him to silence.’ And they lifted Cause on their backs, although it was a difficult and clumsy way to go."

Haris had listened to Amir's version of the story quietly, thinking it a bit ridiculous. But unable to contain himself any longer, he now laughed openly. "How can two people carry a donkey?"

"It's really not that difficult," explained Amir. "His hindquarters would rest here." He placed his hands on Haris's shoulders.

"Then I would drape his front over my shoulders, grasping his forehoofs. Quite simple." He lit another cigarette and offered one to Haris, who waved it away as they proceeded toward Yusuf Bulvari. "Now let me finish."

"Please."

"After trudging along in this way, they managed to reach Shamer. Admittedly, when they arrived, carrying Cause on their backs, they looked very strange. When the villagers who relaxed in the many cafés around the market saw the donkey riding two people, they began to laugh, and their laughter increased until it was louder than this storm. The kindhearted old man became unhinged. 'What do you shirkers find so amusing!' he screamed. With raised fists, he kicked over a few café tables. All the while, the boy hid behind Cause, for shame. Then a fat man with the loudest laugh of all stepped forward. 'Why, you old fool! Whoever heard of something as absurd as carrying a donkey? A donkey is supposed to carry you!' At this, everyone's laughter rose even higher. They pointed and jeered at the old man, the boy, and even Cause.

"Now, the old man, if you hadn't realized it already, had a great deal of pride. Such ridicule was an unbearable disgrace. At this moment, he reached into his waistband. Ever since the boy's parents had been killed resisting the French years before, the old man had carried a revolver. He pulled it like a rabbit from a hat and waved it exultantly at the crowd, which immediately fell silent, and_-bang! bang! bang!-the old man shot Cause, shot the boy and, wiping the sweat from his face and straightening his disheveled shirt, shot himself."

[piosplayhouse]

As you can see here by the beautiful equine art presented in these two images , precanon and post-canon respectively, wangxian's beautiful lesbian horses (their ship name is lil' wang) (lil apple x wangji (he named his horse his name also because they're both lesbians)) are the pinnacle of queer beauty and the complex nature of fandom. As you can see in the precanon image, their horses are of equal standing but not looking at each other. Lan Wangji's grey horse's face is tilted slightly more towards Wei Wuxian, a subtle indication of his budding feelings for the other teenager. However, Wei Wuxian's horse (who I will also name lil apple as the star on her forehead is reminiscent of the star that heralded the birth of Jesus Christ, who, as we know, is often depicted with donkeys, creating the throughline to what we understand to be lil apple the donkey, canonically named as such) is faced directly towards the camera. Now, as we all know, horses are prey animals, and therefore see to their sides, indicating that she is not perceiving the audience at all, much like her owner is unaware of his own repressed queer feelings that he doesn't quite understand yet. Despite seemingly being equals, each sees fundamentally differently due to their awareness of queer love.

On the contrary, in the post-canon image we see a more dynamic approach. Lil apple has become a donkey with the advent of Wei Wuxian's resurrection (again like Christ, further cementing the star -> donkey -> apple connection), an animal known for being more independent and wiser than horses (look up donkey halter breaking foals). This transition sells the idea that she has now come to represent a queer awakening, a transformative evolution wrought from the pain suffered in a homophobic society. It's no mistake either that lil apple as a character begins the story as a staunch Wei Wuxian anti, but gradually becomes tolerant of the two as she guides their relationship into fruition. Her enlightened queer self has little patience for the previous incarnation's narrow-mindedness, something we see parroted during the empathy arcs as well. It's paramount, then, that lil apple's yearning-competitive expression in this art is focused towards horse wangji, her girlfriend. Despite no longer being on equal levels (as lan wangji has had decades at this point to further explore and accept his own queerness, while wei wuxian was dead as hell), both equines boost their riders to a level where both are safe, lil apple propelling wei wuxian into his husband's arms. Lil apple understands that she doesn't need to be fully realized in her queerness to achieve happiness, and that her transformation up until this point is but another step in the journey to self actualization that she understands doesn't make her inferior to her peers who are in positions further down the line, but instead gives her the chance to gallop alongside them just as validly as any other equine.

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