Horses by Heart

28/12/2025

Yet another reason to be too lazy to groom‼️😂

With another cold front coming in tomorrow (subzero wind chills🥶) this is a good reminder about letting horses be horses.
In the warmup during the past week, most horses have been rolling in the mud. It looks miserable, but they know what they are doing!

CLEAN:
LESS INSULATION
MUD-CRUSTED:
WARM AIR
In the wild, mud isn't a mess-it's a windbreaker. It seals my hair follicles against the biting cold and creates a barrier that parasites can't pe*****te.

27/12/2025

🖤‼️

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21/12/2025

I don’t sell horses, but this struck me as hilariously-true‼️😂

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The Real Reason I Hate Selling Horses in 2025

Strap in, folks.
We are about to discuss selling horses in the year of our Lord 2025, and I swear on a stack of vet bills this topic will make your brain leak out your ears.

Selling a horse today is not a transaction.
It is a hostage negotiation with someone who learned everything they know from a Facebook group called Intuitive Equine Energy Healing and Manifestation.

I have horses people would trade relatives for. Sound. Sane. Beautiful. Trained. Worth every penny. The market is hotter than a branding iron in August.

So why do I not sell more of them?

Because I would rather French kiss a woodchipper than hand one of my good horses over to the average rider who thinks “intermediate” means they once loped a circle without screaming WHOA like they were being kidnapped.

Let’s meet the contestants in this traveling circus of regret.

First up, the Brittany-Tiffany-Madison prototype. They are all the same person now. She is a “confident intermediate,” which in English means she has fallen off so many times gravity sends her thank you cards. She shows up in brand-new Ariat fat-babies shiny enough to signal satellites, helmet crooked, reins in a death grip, proudly announcing, “I have ridden my whole life.”

Translation. Eight lessons in 2009 on a saint named Buttercup who could be steered with a sneeze.

She climbs on my good horse, smiles for Instagram, buys him because “we connected on a soul level,” and two months later she is back on Marketplace writing a forty-seven chapter breakup letter.
“Sadly rehoming my heart horse Moonbeam Majesty. He changed overnight. Must have been drugged. Very dangerous. No fault of his own.”

No, glitter bucket. The horse did not change. The thirty-day return policy on your bravery expired and the horse finally realized the pilot has been drunk since takeoff.

Next we have Chad. Or Brad. Same energy.
He listens to three horse podcasts and now calls himself a student of the horse. Groundwork, in his mind, is the walk from the trailer to the mounting block. He wants a push-button bridle horse for the price of a used saddle pad and a guarantee that the horse will never buck, spook, fart, or express a single opinion.

When the horse says, “Sir, I am alive,” Chad instantly decides the seller lied, the horse is crazy, and the universe is personally attacking him.

Accountability? Never met her.

So now every sale requires more paperwork than adopting a North Korean orphan. Vet checks. X-rays. Videos. Trial periods. Return clauses. A non-disclosure agreement so Tiffany cannot drag your name across Facebook like a dead raccoon.

And here is the truth that ruins my appetite.

I actually like my horses.
I trust them.
I ride them in a halter through traffic.
I nap on them in the pasture.
The idea of one ending up with someone who thinks collection is what you do with Beanie Babies makes my eye twitch.

I am not saying never sell. Some of you are solid. You ride well. You know your limits. You take responsibility. God bless you unicorns.

The other ninety-seven percent?
Please. I am begging you. Take lessons. Learn something. Own your shortcomings. Stop shopping for horses like you are scrolling Tinder. Quit blaming the horse when your leadership lasts about as long as a Snapchat story.

Until that miracle shows up, my good horses are staying right here where no one is trying to “heal” them with crystals, essential oils, or positive vibes from a yoga mat.

Now if you will excuse me, I have real work to do and zero energy left for your emotional support animal’s emotional support journey.

Keep the change, ya filthy animals.

20/12/2025

Wonderful 🙌🏼☺️

Friday’s Thought of the Week: You CANNOT rush what they don’t know ❤️

Ever go into the arena with a big plan, only to realize your horse needs something completely different?

I’ve learned that the most important factor in any lesson is the student, not the teacher. If the horse (or the human!) isn't ready for the "big" lesson, we go back to the basics with a smile. We take it one piece at a time, building a ladder to where we want to be.

Be patient with your horse, and be just as patient with yourself. Some lessons take months to click, and that’s okay. We are all simple creatures just looking for a clear path forward.

Go at their pace. It’s their lesson, after all.

Majda Pazman
📷 Dayna Hammond w

13/12/2025

Oh, Happy Day! 🐎

12/12/2025

Hilarious! If this was really his first time on a horse, he didn’t look too terrible!? 😂

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