Descriptive Animal Animals

Gili Islands is home to the long suffering and poorly treated carriage ponies-YES they capture ponies from neighboring islands and put them to work sometimes up to eighteen hours a day. They are emaciated, have little rest, drink salt water and have no medical care. They have no pasture in which to graze and they are always hitched up to a carriage. They live a miserable existence because their owners do not know how to care for them. The ponies are moneymakers, worked to the bone and then slaughtered and replaced when they cannot pull any more. They were once wild horses that were captured and now brought to the Gili Islands to begin their life of slavery. They ARE clearly ponies because of their small size, which ranges from 11-14 hands

In today’s society, horses are being viewed as companion animals rather than livestock. The problem is that legally, horses are considered livestock and the laws for the treatment of companion animals versus livestock are very different (Winegar, “The Horse Slaughter Debate: Solving the Puzzle”).

I would like to express my deepest gratitude to you for purchasing my market goat this year at the Sonoma County Fair Auction. I am glad that there are people in our community who realize the importance of agriculture in today’s world and are willing to invest in its future.

trailers with out victuals, dihydrogen monoxide or relaxation. Then they're brutally slaughtered, and their meat is sent foreign places for human consumption. most people of those horses

A few weeks after my catch at the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo, I decided that I wanted a Charolais. I shared this with my Ag teacher Mr. Hill and my donor Mr. Ligon. Most of the month of April was spent waiting for Mr. Hill to find a steer in my price range.

My artifact is brown and black with almost 2 decades’ worth of memories; this object is my stuffed Rottweiler named Max. This artifact, although motionless with four legs, has walked to the moon and back with me as a child full of imagination. This artifact stores the most precious memories and has been with me at every step in my life. Max is very meaningful to me because we have shared many memories, from birth until now. My stuffed animal has been with me through every ups and downs in life, every change that has ever occurred to me, has been a part my past and present; and represents my future.

I disliked having to wait. As soon as the final nail was hammered in, my mother took me to the closest ranch, which was 45 minutes away, in order to purchase a horse. It was a rather old place surrounded by overgrown grass and wobbly white fencing, but lovely nonetheless. My mother talked to the owner as I marvelled over the beautiful horses grazing in the lush, green fields. Their names were engraved in a metal slate on each of their hooves. I ended up deciding on a chestnut thoroughbred named Dugan. I chose him because his black tail was the only one that fell freely out of all of the horses. The rest had theirs folded into smooth braids or intricate twists.

William enjoyed the lighthearted moment when the cowboys rode high in the saddle, hats waving and calls being yelled out as they saw the auction pens in sight. “Move ‘em in! Get these doggies to market!”

Imagine going through life expecting the worst, but being surprised with the best. This is exactly how I felt at the San Antonio Livestock Show, and this simple misunderstanding taught me how to prepare for the worst, but hope for the best.

I went up to my parents and asked them if we could go in. With their approval, we made our way over there. As I entered the barns, a potent smell came over me and I heard the grunts and squeals of the pigs. As I stuck my hand through the grates of their pens, they curiously sniffed at my fingers. Throughout the day, we passed through barns of all sorts of animals; rabbits, cattle, sheep, but I was still intrigued by the short, chubby snouts that I had seen earlier.

The house was absolutely gorgeous-floor to ceiling windows, stained wood everywhere, and a huge yard. The barn, however, was less aesthetically pleasing. The stalls had been left unused for ages, filled with what my great-grandfather would consider excellent fertilizer. Old saddles and bridles were spread across the barn aisle, collecting cobwebs and dust. The only living things in the musty old barn were ill-tempered chickens and a litter of feral kittens. The horses stood outside the barn eating grass, quite content to stay where they were despite the lack of fencing keeping them in place. Vania pointed out the one for sale and my mind was made up. She was a beautiful horse, my dream horse in fact. She was solid black, the kind that didn’t fade, even in constant sunlight, short but muscular, with a white star on the middle of her head. She had a wonderfully refined face with the kindest eyes I’d ever seen on a horse. Of course it’s not realistic to buy a horse based on looks alone, so we saddled her up. She was a little shorter than what I usually preferred, but everything else was so perfect that it didn’t matter. Most Quarter Horses are rough when asked for speed, oftentimes being about as comfortable to ride as a jackhammer. Not this horse. Her trot was impossibly smooth, a gait even the newest rider could

Surely we didn't know what to do with the pig so I took him and put him in between my legs and we started are dirtbikes and left. I was way ahead of james. We were flying down 206, since we were the only ones left in town we flew down route 206. I looked at my phone at the speedometer app and it said that I was going about 55 mph down the road. I looked and the storms were basically chasing us so we started trying to outrun it. The pig was loving the wind in his face.

Morgan had not a clue how to ride the four legged real barn animal. She was very comfortable with pretending that she was the best competitor in the world with her plastic barn animals. We stepped into the barn where you can see stall after stall of neutral colored horses. My horse, Austin, was black, and a little undersized, and perfect for a beginner. She couldn’t wait any longer, so as soon she got on the horse, she told me It felt natural, she wasn’t scared. It did not take her very long to learn how to steer the majestic earthly creature. The more she coiled around the barn the wider her smile got. After a while she settled getting her own trainor.

Ever since I was a child I knew that I wanted to work with animals. Horses, in particular, have always fascinated me. After much begging, pleading, years of convincing, and always working hard to save up money, I convinced my parents to allow me to buy a horse. To me, Indie was the most beautiful quarter horse I could have ever dreamed of getting. Since our purchase of Indie, we have acquired another horse, Sherman, and a pony, Tucker. Although the horses have always been hard work, they were worth every sweaty hot summer evening of mucking out the stalls and frigid winter mornings of carrying water to the trough in order to avoid freezing our hoses. After all, I used to dream of being a veterinarian and helping all kinds of animals in some way.

The sun was shining, the sky was spotted with clouds, and the wind was whistling as it passed through the trees. Overall, it was the perfect day to visit the zoo. Smiling, happy children bounded beside me as I walked underneath the large, blue and yellow sign announcing “The Colorado Zoo.” As I walked onto the sidewalk, I looked out over the “habitats.” The big, colorful signs advertising the exotic animals “brought from all over the world!” Animals that were taken from their home, taken from their habitats, and taken to a world where they are put on display. Animals who are forced to live out their lives in zoos in unhealthy, degrading, and devastating ways.