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Post by .dream. [ღ] on Nov 27, 2010 8:11:47 GMT -7
Salut,
Many of you know me as dream, but in reality, my name's Alyssa. I'm 99% Canadian, 1% Gypsy or something like that. The majority of my family lives in either Canada or Maine, though I personally live with my mother, father, little brother, older brother, his girlfriend, and my soon to be niece or nephew in a neighboring state. I own a total of ten animals, but you'll hear about them later on.
I stand at 5'2" so I'm on the short side. I weigh under 120 pounds, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. I'm extremely pale - I burn in five minutes flat, but that's due to the Canadian blood in my veins. I don't mind it, though. Pale's pretty in my opinion. My hair's so long that when I'm sitting, it's only about two inches from my thigh. I'm not aloud to cut it, though - my father cried when I suggested it. I had my first haircut when I was eleven, believe it or not. Anyways, now that the stalker side of you is fulfilled concerning my appearance, I'll go on to other aspects of my life. Primarily, my animals.
I have a teddy bear hamster named Moose, a tuxedo cat named Oscar, a money cat (calico) named Cuddles, another calico named Kitty, a tiger cat named Tessa, a black cat named Blackie, a weimeraner named Missy,a cocker spaniel named Emmie, a Quarter Horse x Arabian named Chief and a Belgian x Morgan named King. I won't talk about my animals other than my two horses, considering they're the primary components of my life and the other animals are more or less my parents and brothers.
My Quarab, Chief, is my horse. He stands at sixteen point one hands. He's a flaxen chestnut with a black tail and only one marking - a star. His mane is longer than his neck is thick and his tail touches the ground, but his forelock ends two inches above his eyes. It bothers me beyond belief. He's completely bombproof, we once had three fire trucks with sirens blaring pass us on the road and he stood there completely unperplexed, didn't even flick an ear toward them or tense up. That's probably because we live in the middle of the city, and I ride him down the roads on a daily basis. He's a passive aggressive, so most of the time, he's being bullied. He only defends himself when I'm involved in the situation or he's been seperated from other horses for more than a week. He gets possessive over his field, but only with other geldings. He's in love with my neighbor's Appaloosa Cocoa, who you'll hear about later.
King is my father's Belgian x Morgan. He stands at sixteen hands even, though he's wider than my Quarab. His only two markings are a star and a snip. His star's in the shape of a half moon, but it's usually covered by his immensely thick forelock. He's a blood bay, thanks to the Morgan in him. He has a double mane, too, but we usually keep it roached. If we let it grow, he develops sores under his mane because it's so thick. King came from the Amish. As a result, he doesn't trust people and he abuses woman. Literally. He pushes me and my mother around, because he sees us as lesser. He respects my father like you wouldn't believe. He was abused by the Amish, too, which results in a horse who hates to be saddled but absolutely loves being on the trails. I honestly haven't ever seen a horse so interested and happy to be on the trails as he is. He wasn't socialized properly with other horses in his life with the Amish, thus he's over aggressive with other horses and can't be trusted alone in a herd.
Both me and my horses ride western, as well as my neighbor's Appaloosa. I'm in charge of Cocoa's well being. Her owner is completely numb to the world of horses and doesn't understand their needs. She hired me as an exercise rider, though I think I'm much more than that by now. I feed her, groom her, bathe her, tend to her medical needs, and basically own her without paying for anything. This horse is one of the sickliest horses I've ever met. Her eyes ooze a yellow discharge and she always has fungus growing on her nose. I've asked her owner to take her to the vet, and she insists it's just allergies. I treat her nose with MTG, which clears it up until I stop using it on a regular basis. Don't know what to do with her eyes. I wash the discharge off daily, but that's all I can do. Her owner gives her bute when her eyes start to swell, which they're always swollen - her owner just never notices it. No the best situation if you ask me. When I met the horse, I showed her to an older friend of mine. This lady's owned horses her whole life - she's in her sixties. She told me she'd be surprised if the horse made it through the winter. That was over a year ago. Since I've started working her, her health has improved and she now acts like a normal horse. She doesn't seem to be falling apart as badly as she was before, thank the lord.
Alongside this Appy, I work with three Fjords. They're not anywhere near as neglected as Cocoa. Their name's are Huland, Elza and Olympus. Olympus has muscular atrophy disease, so if he's not worked, his muscles decay. Elza has arthritis, but consistent work clears her of this. Huland's just fat. Elza and Huland are half siblings. Both of them were rescued by their owner. When she bought them, they were both badly foundered and overweight. You might not believe it, but obesity is a severe problem in horses, especially when that horse is foundered. Foundering is when the coffin bone in the hoof shifts so that the bone's about to pierce the hoof wall. If it's left untreated, the coffin bone will pierce the hoof's soul and/or wall, and the horse will bleed to death. Once a horse has foundered once, it's extremely likely it will happen again. Olympus was rescued from loggers who abused him so badly, the sight of a harness would make him bolt. After his owner worked with him, though, he became sound and quiet enough to be used as a therapeutic riding pony. He's done this for years, and is extremely trustworthy in it.
Animals are my life, and as you can probably tell, I adore horses. There is, however, a deep dark secret I possess. Behind my preppy looks, I'm actually into the occult. I believe in ouija boards, tarot cards, telepathy, vampires, ghosts and werewolves. This is where the inspiration for Lydia came in. Not many people know about this side of me, and since I don't feel comfortable talking about it, that's all I'll say. If you're a fellow freak, feel free to message me about it. I don't mind talking about this stuff with other people who believe, it's just... awkward to talk about it here.
I think that's really all there is o.O If you read along this far, kudos to you!
Love,
dream
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