Cross Breeds

I need an epic photo of majestic horses running? I need help finding a photo that I've seen before but cannot find now. (There are, surprisingly, a lot of horse pictures out there.) I hope someone will be able to help me? It's a picture of a bunch of wild white horses running across a field with some mountains in the background. I am also interested in finding any totally epic pictures of horses running, horses running in clouds, and unicorns. I know this is a strange request. But my eight year old sister really loves horses and I'm trying to make her this gigantic collage, so any help would be appreciated. <3

What should I call the book i'm writing? Please give suggestions!? Ok, the book I am writing is about a girl named Beverly Wilson. She is 13 years old and lives in Germany and the book takes place during world war 2. In the beginning she is really miserable and she a vision. In the vision she see's a wild white stallion (horse) in the forest and it says that the tie will come and that they will meet again. Eventually she can't even trust her best friend, Robyn, anymore and she is still really miserable. Eventually she actually finds the wild white horse and she befriends it and learns to ride it. She is super happy because the horse brought her life back to her she explains. The ending is then really sad though because she gets news that her dad, who she was really close to, dies in the war. She becomes furious and runs down to their animal barn, which is also where she keeps the horse a secret. Still mad and upset she kicks a hay bale up against the heater which lights the barn afire. When she is trying to get all the animals out the horse notices that the roof is about to collapse and pushes her out of the way and it collapses on him instead. Of course the horse dies so basically the two most important things in her life are gone. There is also a Blue Jays feather which she gives the horse and it kind of symbolizes forgiveness and love. It comes into the book a lot actually. I kind of pictured the cover as the feather floating in the bottom right-hand corner surrounded by a foggy field and forest. VERY foggy. Sorry this was so long, so any suggestions?

What does this dream mean? Well, in this dream, I was standing on a beach…the really beautiful ones where they take the picture with the white horses running on it…everyone has seen one. Anyway, the white horses were running down the beach….I thought it was gorgeous, so I sat down to watch them. All of a sudden, these huge dogs were running behind them. They were immaculate and terrifying all at the same time. There were 5 of them. I would presume that they were a pack, and the first one was the alpha. The biggest was a dark gray, nearly black, color; its left hind paw was white. It could have easily stood at 6’5. The one behind it wasn’t much smaller then the first, probably 6’2, was a light sand color. The other three looked about the same height, 6’0 maybe an inch shorter. Two of the three were a dark chocolate brown. The last was a white one, it had a black muzzle, but was slower then the rest. They started biting the horse’s legs. It seemed to hurt the horses, but they didn’t stop. The ocean turned a deep red, like blood, every time the waves would crash on land the watery blood would linger, it wouldn’t recede right away. The horses turned and ran into the ocean, coming up covered in the blood-colored water. I thought they would shake their heads and some of the color would come off, but they didn’t and it seemed to dye their manes, tails and fur. The wild dogs merely waited for them to come out of the water. The horses didn’t act scared anymore, they ran with the dogs instead of away. The white dog spotted me and attacked. I didn’t fight it off, I just put my head down and it ripped out my hair. Once it bit my skin I got an urge to go down to the water, it followed until the water hit my toes, and waited like it had for the horses. I slipped and drowned in the water, and the dog got tired of waiting and left me there. That’s it. It’s a long story, but I would really like to know that people think it means. It scared me very badly. It’s on my mind a lot.

what do you think of my horses?! easy 10pointspt? hey rate my horses tell me wether they look like crappy horses are good ones!!! tell me what you think each horse wuld be probally best suited for. 1. hurricane (white leopard appy) 3yr old 17hh (gelding) 2.laicey (solid sorrel paint) 9yr old 15'3hh (mare) 3. silver (speckeled shetland pony) 24yrs old 10hhs (gelding) 4. cycone (black spanish mustang) 3yrs old 14hhs (stud) 5. Johnny (brownish blanketed appy) 25-30yrs old 16hhs (gelding) ****possibly added to potobucket**** 6. twist (bay mustang **ABUSED**) 5yr old 14'3hh (mare) pictures are not up to date. she has all her wieght back now! 7. jack (red donkey) 5yr old 12hh (stud) http://s621.photobucket.com/albums/tt298/momochick23/ ENJOY! now i know johnny and silver are retired. mostly johnny. silver still rides in parades. hes a great old pony!!! johnny is sickly, heaves, possibly blindness commng. and he has acky bones. we got him like this. felt bad fo him. he will probally be put down in the next commig years. i hate thae thought though. he likes bieng a horse. tho he had a bad past! thnx everyone!!!! the stud does act studdy and occasionally is voilent bossy towards only the pony! but im not like some backyard breeder, he is a registered mustang with papers. so i believe that is what he will stay though him and Twist (mare) are wild. so they are not exactly too touchable, i cant find a trianer thats willing to try since they arent leadable and twist isnt touchable becuase of her 2yrs in a roundpen (stricktly) and bieng beatin SURE DIDNT HELP!!!! ive tried for about a year cant get through to cyclone, and twist ive only had for about a month. she will take a long time.... but im just curious, becuase i dont know wht tostart the mustangs, laicey, hurricane to be. 1. hurricane likes cutting! 2. laicey fits the bit but has a smoot gait. 3.the mustangs, there wild. 4. donkey i ant him to be trained in driving and riding. soi can use him for a step up from silver for the kids. but hes very strong and he tends to literally drag me around. thnx!!! so much!!!! if you have any oppinions, or will tell me how i should start laiceys training or hurricanes, or jacks in a specific job i would love that!!! or have any numbers of michigan trianers or especially AMISH trainers i would really appreciate it!!! thnx so much, ive had 6more horses before. and 4 more donkeys. but they have been rescues, reabilitated and resold. and one horse was a rescue and sold as a gorgoues poor old pastor pal. i apprecaite it. ive just about had it with ppl telling me ive got run of the mill horses better in an auction becuase they can be dangerous at times. just bad growwing up is all! cant help old habbits. awe, whats wrong with hurricane? hes my personal boy. i touht he looked great, ever since i bought him, i trained him and i got up on him, taught him eveything, he used to be pretty bad but lately hes tuffen up an dnow isnt that spooky big baby i disliked, he can ride double, he seems to like to cut, its games. and he shows signs he would be a great jumper. i ride streets with him and hope to make him parade material. but hes still spooky so we will see! i made and trained silver what he is today! trained him for about 7years. he IS bombproof, semi trucks no prob. high powered rifles, No prob! jumping no issue, dressage the same, but hes retired and only does western in parades now. laiceys a stubborn mule and shes the boss shes green broke i would say.... just dont try to turn her left or right. awe, whats wrong with hurricane? hes my personal boy. i touht he looked great, ever since i bought him, i trained him and i got up on him, taught him eveything, he used to be pretty bad but lately hes tuffen up an dnow isnt that spooky big baby i disliked, he can ride double, he seems to like to cut, its games. and he shows signs he would be a great jumper. i ride streets with him and hope to make him parade material. but hes still spooky so we will see! i made and trained silver what he is today! trained him for about 7years. he IS bombproof, semi trucks no prob. high powered rifles, No prob! jumping no issue, dressage the same, but hes retired and only does western in parades now. laiceys a stubborn mule and shes the boss shes green broke i would say.... just dont try to turn her left or right. ****new pictures available****

trying to sell a colt: muscle build on colt and horses? ok so i have two colts im trying to sell: Blazin' Dice- weanling full mustang colt- fully registrable papers everything. he was born first. he is a bay with a black stripe down his back but everyone says he still counts only as a bay and not as a buckskin or dun. hes very calm, like unbelievable calm in the middle of chaos! perfect little boy! minds the fence and everything. even partially halter broke. 500$ firm (older half brother went for this price) Problems: he looks very petite and very non muscled and his coat is every other color due to shedding and re growing winter coats so essentially hes ugly.... Dante: everything someone doesn't want! half bred QH x Mustang sorrel with a little white diamond on his forehead. very wild like and jumpy, doesn't mind the fences and either hes curious or not at all concerned and runs around with his head in the air. very high strung. very muscled and taller then his older brother. but mares are the same height and father is the same? hes 400$ because i don't want any more broken fences (i use electric tape) problems: super high strung and hard to work with... also he ruined his mother, she was kid safe and now she thinks he is her king literally! so now shes for sale as well! when shes not with him, she tries to kill you and he isn't even calling her! what to do to help the chances of the 1st colt being sold and what to make the second more pleasing? also any cure for the mare? is she just that dumb? she is super independent was QUEEN B. now is a follower of her colt only. ill ad pictures in details! DICE: http://i621.photobucket.com/albums/tt298/momochick23/Mobile%20Uploads/Photo0042.jpg thats his mother by the way. interesting color huh? http://i621.photobucket.com/albums/tt298/momochick23/Mobile%20Uploads/Photo0027.jpg sorry my camera wont upload the new pictures. if you want to check back i might be able to get them up but here are these for now. dice is like a dark brown with black splotches now =( the pictures of after it rained we feed quality round bales, though you cant see them. also DANTE is HUGE NOW! hes gorgeous in muscle. cant separate the mother and summer is super big still, twist the skinny on is being fed cracked corn daily im not sure what her problem is but shes a blm, rescue mustang and terrified of human beings can barely touch her, explains no halter... also dantes picture is of the day after he was born while dice is about 2 months old in that picture. thanks!!! well everyone including top breeding farms wean 3-5months and separate soon after. the colt i sold was 4 months old and hes doing just fine, his mom is not the same as she was she acts like shes pregnant, fat and lazy... cant do anything with her any more. im worried this will happen to summer (dante's mom) as well. so as for now she is for sale and if no one buys her no skin off my back. but hopefully these colts get sold! i was called on the day dice was born, BLM backs me the whole way, and i got a full clear to have her. shes a super hard keeper!!!

Just wrote this! whats ur opinion? I'm trying to sound trightening and scared, yet that makes it even more impossible - My fingernails dug into my sweaty clenched palms in fear, the thick scarlet blood slowly began to wrap around my white bare wrists and trickle down the length of my arm; the contrast clearly defined. The cold moisture against the bare skin created a bitter sensation which soon led to shivering in this chilling winter cold breeze. My back was wet, as I presume from the gravel rash and the blood weeping down my spine. The unusual numbness felt almost comparable to freezing cold water in the middle of winter as it socked my shirt, moulding the definitions in my back. I could feel the pounding against the top of my hairline, the flow of thick blood running down my forehead and painting against my eyebrows. Reluctantly I lifted my grazed blood-soaked hand to wipe it away from my eyes. It stuck immensely whilst the chilling breeze swept past my fragile frame. It almost felt like a minimum electric shock piercing through me, yet right now it was the least of my worries. Terror reflected through my eyes as they darted across the frightening landscape, apprehensive of what awaits us. I continued to scan the dark and fearful scene of a lonely car park; Dean and I, both deadly petrified, were lying extremely still under a black stationed car; gravel rash cut over our brutally harmed bodies. We didn’t dare speak a word or make the slightest sound – because if we did, we would be dead... I’d never given that much thought to how I would die – though within the last hours I had much reasons to believe – but even if I hadn’t I would never in my wildest nightmares come to a conclusion of this being it. I always pictured myself dying old, having chalky white skin, wrinkles that reached my past and crazy white horse-like hair as I sat in a white old rocking chair in a cluttered room, reading a novel I would have recited over my lifespan; unaware of the fact. I wanted so many things in life. I wanted to learn how to paint, I wanted to go to parties and get completely smashed; I wanted to graduate from highschool and travel around the world. But mostly, I want to have my first time with a man I love, get married, have children, grow old, die. To experience everything everyone else would. I wanted my dad to walk me down the isle, my brother to punch up the first guy that broke my heart. I wanted to hold my baby for the first time – being unsure if I was holding it right, I wanted so many things in life – but for it to be cut so short...it’s just so devastating. It almost seemed like this wasn’t happening. A nightmare I would never wake up from... I stared without breathing across the dead silent carpark, into the dark night sky surroundings. The smell of petrol filled my senses as it was being poured onto the black gravel bitumen road not far from us. A whimpered sound escaped my lips as I realises for the use of it. “They’re going to kill us Dean! They’re going to kill them!” I whispered. My voice sounded strangled. The huge lump in my throat made it almost impossible to breath and talk at the same time. “Shhh-shhh.”My brother hushed as he quickly examined the surrounding area. He placed a protective arm around my shoulders as we lay next to eachother, oil and grease stains painted in splodges across our faces. “Hayley! Hayley honey, they’re not going to find us – ok? You just need to be [i]quiet[/i].” The urgency was in his tone, yet with a hint of softness as he tried to settle me down; yet I couldn’t. I couldn’t wait patiently for death to arrive. I wouldn’t wait for it; because if I did, I would only come to those horrifying conclusions of my death. “Dean.” I choked out while crying into his shoulder. “I’m scared.” “Hey.” Pulling me closer to his side he spoke in a smooth soft tone. “I know you’re scarred now, but Hayley, if we stay here long enough, they won’t find us. Ok?” My brother gave me one of his soothing smiles, yet his eyes could not hide the hidden fear behind them. “But Dean –” I never finished my sentence..... - - I kinda rushed the last part. Noticeable? please let me know hw sucky this is

Gaining a young foals trust..again? Please halp!? My mare recently had this beautiful foal. A tobiano brown and white splotched colt. It's beautiful. I love him! But it's sort of wild. Well, it was taming down.....until about 2 hours ago.. I started out the day going and bringing my mare in from the pasture to play with the colt. Like I said before, he's darned cute, and besides I needed to tame him down a bit anyways. So I played with him awhile in the round pen with his mom, approaching him slowly and rubbing all over his body. He tamed fast. He was walking up to me to be petted and doing great. Later when he was asleep I slipped a small blue foal halter on him. Not that I planned on halter breaking him just yet--he's only 3 or 4 days old, I just wanted to get him used to the feel of it. I watched out the window, and when he got up he shook his head a couple times and walked around, but seemed to forget about it soon enough. I planned on taking it off in a couple of hours. My brother had came over and my dad took him down to the pen to look at the new foal, he hadn't seen it yet. I slipped on some flip flops and ran down there with them. I held my mare still and petted her, but warned them to stay back because the foal was still wild (and my mare kicks anyone other than me who tries to pet it). They soon corned my beloved mare and foal to my corrupt opposition and then my dad managed to grab the babies halter. It went insane!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't blame it, it's nowhere near halter broke! I screamed and hollered and HE held fast to my babies halter! Then the foal backed into the fence and got cut a little! My huge brother put his arm around it's butt and grabbed it to hold it still. I hate stupid people. But I really hate stupid people around horses. Finally he gave up (my wild colt sure as heck wasn't going to) and released. I griped at him and screamed and almost threw a rock at my idiot brother, and he just laughed and said "oh tabitha we didn't hurt him or anything why do you like horses more than people" WHAT THE CRAP IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!!!!! I smacked him...As for my dad I kept yelling. He said he was sorry and I said, "Well you wasted about my whole day with that colt and ruined any trust he's got built in humans but whatever, I'll forgive and forget. I'll try to." That's what Jesus would want and it IS the right thing to do. I'm still flamin mad at my stupid sibling and my dad but I'm trying to focus on the real problem and forget about them... -- How do I gain my foals trust back? I went to unhalter the poor thing and he just started trembling with fear and ran away. He's such a cute little baby with so much potential. I love that horse. I cried about that accident that he got into. So I waited till he was asleep and removed his halter. Poor guy. I'm not even going to bring a rope or halter within fifty feet of him for at least another week or two. And I'm never ever EVER letting anyone hurt my baby again. Whatever it takes. Ideas on gaining his trust back, guys? Oh and don't worry about him being hurt physically, he is perfectly fine I looked him over. Just a couple small minor cuts...luckily. )': PICTURES: http://www.flickr.com/photos/-rodeo_ridin_cowgrrl-/4509327548/ http://www.flickr.com/photos/-rodeo_ridin_cowgrrl-/4508687711/in/photostream/ http://www.flickr.com/photos/-rodeo_ridin_cowgrrl-/4508686859/in/photostream/ Also would like to know if he is scarred for life or if he will forget about it with gentle handling. I'll do everything I can, but is he permanently screwed up from this?.... ): Well I wasn't really yelling that much in the process I was just asking them what the hey they were doing and trying to shove them off. Then I got crazy mad. The foal and my mare Comet had run off by then. So he probably didn't hear me yelling much... Thanks! Her name's Comet. Everywhere we go people say how nice lookin' she is. Personally I love her pattern and her conformation is great too. She's one of those horses with muscle, but not totally pumped you know, she doesn't look like she's on steroids like some Quarter Horses and Paints lol. She's just right. (: She's my favorite horse and her colt looks very similar too her except for his blue eyes. She's got brains too! She knows how to barrel race and pole bend but I'm working on teaching her reining. I think she'd be great at it. YES if a herd of stampeding horses just happened to be running by he would've been right in the middle of them (: that would be my absolute pleasure

have you ever seen a BLM mustang with BAD conformation? maybe i'm looking in all the wrong places, but i don't think i've ever seen a mustang with bad conformation. i was just in colorado (steamboat springs to be exact-which used to be a ranch town) so every where i went there was a horse thing or another. i went into a couple art galleries, all with pictures of mustangs. i couldn't help but admire how gorgeous their conformation was. i don't think the photographers are doing it on purpose, saying as most know nothing about horses. i bought a small print of a 2 dapple grey mustangs, which the photographer called white. if they can't even figure out the right color, i doubt they know conformation at all. anyways, it seems like they all have near perfect conformation. even if it isn't perfect, i haven't seen BAD conformation. maybe i just haven't been paying close enough attention, but it seems like a "survival of the fittest" kind of thing. the horses with the best conformation live longest and survive, and the rest die off, never passing on the bad-confo genes. they tend to be VERY strong muscled in the front, and VERY weak muscled in the back, but that's the way they move, not their poor build. mustangs don't run around collected in the wild. i just find it really interesting, so i figured i'd ask to see if anyone's seen a mustang (BLM-Not bred!) with bad conformation. maybe i'm looking through rose colored glasses, idk. he didn't name it white, he called the horse a "white horse". i guess i'm seeing different mustangs LOL. i haven't seen a single one who was down hill, pigeon toed, sickle hocked, over at the knee, any of that. i mean they're not bred like a show breed, but they're built for their breed. they're built to hold up to anything, and they look like it. i guess my glorious image of a mustang has been shot down LOL

Read a part of my old western anime thanks!? It's written like a script and the format has changed cause copy and paste. Thanks! INT. WEST WILD STAY - DAY The place is filled with about a dozen men all enjoying themselves with liquor to fill the room. The bartender sits down nestled into his chair behind the bar counter. The bartender is an over weight man with large side burns and a very noticeable mole under his left eye. Light peeks into the room from the front door, where Striker is revealed to be coming in from. The room goes quiet and again eyes peer down on him. He lowers his head ignoring the tense vibes in the room and walks to the bar to sit. Light patterns in from the door continuing to swing open and close. STRIKER [keeping his head down with his hat still] Can I have some water for my horse outside as well as a shot of the hardest liquor you have..Thank you. The bartender arises from his chair and begins to fix Striker what he wanted. BARTENDER [still shuffling around to get Striker his drink] This liquor we have won't be easy to take down...I'd reckon you think twice before drinking it. [looks back at Striker to find that he isn't giving any reaction to what he said] BARTENDER [Cont'd] Well alright so be it stranger.. The bartender lays a bucket of water on the counter in front of Striker and a shot glass. He fills the shot glass with some clear alcohol. STRIKER [still hiding his face] How much? BARTENDER [wiping his hands with a dirty white cloth] Well let's see the water with the liquor is about 1.50 for everything.. STRIKER Thanks..I don't plan on taking all of this liquor down anyway. [Slams money onto the counter while quickly taking down half of the liquor in the shot glass] BARTENDER [picking up the money off the counter.] Well then what else do you plan on taking down? [ he finds a crumbled up red paper in the money and straightens it out to reveal a picture of an overweight man with large sideburns and a very noticeable mole under his left eye printed on it.] The words "WANTED $500 FOR CAPTURE OR $250 FOR DEATH" are in bold on top of the picture. Fear takes over the bartender as he realizes his past has caught up with him. In his fright the men in the bar begin to watch him. STRIKER [Raises his head to reveal a red eye patch over his left eye with a white star logo on it.] YOU! BAR GUEST [yelling to the bartender] Hey Rick! You OK? BARTENDER [backs away in shock knocking his wall of alcohol] Striker... Striker looks back with the corner of his eyes counting the amount of men that have guns shown at their waste. He reaches for a cigarette in his trench coat pocket. STRIKER [sticking the cigarette in his mouth with another hand in his trench coat] Any of you fellas have a match by any chance? BAR GUEST [quickly stands up knocking his chair back] We ain't got a match for you white hair...What did you do to Rick! The group of men all prepare to take out their handguns since Striker doesn't reply to the bar guest. The red patch on Striker's eye begins to glow faintly as he looks back at the men looking at him. STRIKER Nevermind. I found a match. [pulls out a match from his trench coat and lights it]...trust me Rick this is going to hurt you more than it's going to hurt me. BEAT. Striker chucks the half filled shot of liquor at Rick's face breaking the glass on impact and then throws the lit match to add onto it. Rick's face quickly catches on fire. Rick grasps his face and crashes into his liquor wall causing alcohol bottles to splatter everywhere spreading the fire. The room bursts out in to gun fire. Striker jumps on top of the counter and dodges every bullet by darting across the room. He pulls out two large hand guns from his trench coat as he runs. The men in the room repeatedly shoot at him making Striker having to run extremely fast towards a wall. Striker jumps and plunges off the wall with his right leg to do a spinning back flip above the room and the dozen of men. While above them he points his two large handguns down at them and shoots each one down in the head. Out of the handguns shoot out a spread of bullets and blood quickly fills up the bar. Striker lands on to his feet right by the front door. Everyone in the bar falls down dead. Striker puts his guns away and heads for his bucket of water ignoring the chaotic fire surrounding him and leaves the bar.