Combining Dressage with Clicker Training

a Blog for my beloved Lusitano, Babaloo (aka Bubs)

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This is is best Angle

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"With genetic test results back from U.C. Davis Laboratories of toe-hair samples from each side of his body, I am excited to share that this sheep

🌟 IS INDEED a CHIMERA 🌟

His black mouflon side is a genetically different individual from his black gray side. The lab ran the test twice just to be sure!

Oh but wait, THERE IS MORE!

He is ALSO a she!

The black mouflon side is male.

The black gray side is female!

What I can tell you beyond these test results, is that this beautiful creature successfully bred four solid patterned ewes this winter that produced a total of 9 lambs, of which all were either solid pattern or mouflon pattern; 5 rams and 4 ewes. "

Source: Grand Valley Icelandics

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Initially I thought the zig zag between light and dark along the spine was just the lighting but no! That's the split in coat colours!

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@zooophagous

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Lider Seven this Lider Seven that, Lider Seven babies everywhere! I don't care about this horse!

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this is what a real woman looks like. just figured Id clear that up.

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bubbins

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More rambling, stream of conscience

Okay, I'm not anti-self checkout. Im anti- whatever the fuck is going on here. Im "anti-vote with your dollar", I'm anti-"placing the burden of positive change on consumers". not utilizing the self checkout isn't activism, it just personally feels unjust because I don't work for the business, so I avoid it and prefer to let someone more technologically adept do it for me. I dislike the idea that consumer behavior change was all part of the plan, To make the customer work for free, to guilt them into "just doing it themselves" because there is clearly a lack of staff, and to create tension between the customer and the workforce.

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anyone else here vehemently anti-self checkout and despise having to bag your own groceries at stores that used to hire baggers? Every time I bring this convo up with other people, its like they cant see the issue at hand here. They be like "oh I like bagging my own groceries anyway", "I'm trying to help out the workers by doing the work for them". Im lazy and inconsiderate for not doing it myself bc clearly the cashier doesn't have any help. Offloading the labor the corporation used to staff for onto the consumer and lining their pockets with the savings? Sure sign me the fuck up. Just another way to pit the working class against each other, arguing over who's being more "inconsiderate" and "lazy", instead of pointing the finger at the people in power with control over the situation.

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Its Absolutely Glorious!

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this is what a top tier athlete looks like

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Bubs and his new pasture and pasture-mate Hobbs. Hobbs and Bubs. He's got access to a much larger, more protective shelter, and I have a lot more control over how much time he gets to spend on the grass vs the dry lot, AND we get to move the electric fence tape around to exclude them from areas that need to rest, AND NO OAK TREES which is very nice. No girlfriend though :(

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Today I have to do the thing Ive been dreading. Bubs is moving in with another lovely gelding behind my new rental. Which means he must be separated from his darling girlfriend, whom he has become very bonded to. Weve done lots of work getting him comfortable with leaving the property by himself, grazing by himself, riding them separately, splitting off from the trail and going our separate ways. All of which Bubs does well with, but all because at the end of the day, he gets his girl back, the ultimate reward. So I'm pretty devastated by it all. Plenty of people would love to call me dramatic but id ask them what it would be like to have a best friend and then be forcibly separated from them without warning. Such is the average life of a domestic horse.