Boardman Arabians LLC

02/12/2025

We each have our own vision of heaven... mine is full of Arabian horses... Happy Valentines Day!

02/12/2025

Happy black history month!

Meet Selika Lazevski, a groundbreaking equestrian from the late 19th century who defied societal norms and showed the world the strength of Black women in the equestrian sport. Known for her iconic photograph by Paul Nadar, she is an enigmatic figure in equestrian history. Let’s remember and celebrate her achievements this Black History Month!

Learn more about this mysterious historic figure---> https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2018/02/09/selika-lost-mystery-belle-epoque/

02/12/2025

The year's second full moon, known as the snow moon, arrives just in time for Valentine's Day.
February’s full Snow Moon reaches peak illumination at 8:53 A.M. EST on Wednesday, February 12.
It will be below the horizon at this time, so for the best view of this Moon, look for it starting the night before or later on Wednesday; it will drift above the horizon in the east around sunset and reach its highest point in the sky around midnight.

February is also the perfect time to spot Venus, the planet named after the Roman goddess of love, as it shines at its brightest this month, according to NASA.

February's full Moon is known as the Snow Moon, after the heavy snowfall often associated with this time of year in the Northern Hemisphere, but is also sometimes called the Storm Moon or Hungry Moon.

Artist Credit : Lucy Grossmith 🌝

Information: Almanac

02/12/2025

Animals have saved me more times than I can count.

All any of us wanted when we were children was unconditional love from the people around us.

And, when that love failed to come our way sufficiently, many of us turned towards animals, sometimes needing to cling to the family pet for dear-life in order to survive and receive enough warmth and acceptance to keep us going.

Animals give us unconditional love and through always welcoming our presence they give us the vital acceptance and validation that, who we were, and still are now, matters and is enough.

The dog who raced to greet us every time we returned home. The cat who always chose our bed to cuddle and sleep. The pony or horse who was always there and always happy for us to nestle our face into their neck and mane, as we allowed our tears of sorrow to flow.

I’ve lost count of the number of people who’ve relayed such stories, myself included, with the oft-heard phrase being that, animals and especially horses or ponies, literally saved our lives.

I'm so thankful to these gracious beings who simply loved us as we were and demanded nothing from us except our pure love, bonds and affection in return.

For some, again myself included, it was these safe, secure and joyful animal-bonds and attachments, so utterly lacking in the human-realm, which laid down the templates for the capacity for more genuine relationships, trust and sense of security. And which filled the holes left painfully gaping by those people who were meant to pour love into us.

I for one am utterly grateful to the rabbits, dogs, cats and ponies who sustained me during those early, critical years, and know for sure that I wouldn’t have made it through without them and the life-raft they so generously and loving always provided for me..

Angela Dunning
The Horse’s Truth
www.thehorsestuth.co.uk
https://buymeacoffee.com/angeladunning

Image by Smile.Artcraft licensed via Shutterstock.

02/12/2025

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02/12/2025

We have added Money! We also have additional sponsors coming on board. Stay tuned for more announcements.

02/12/2025

We produce OUTSTANDING movement! Two Blu babies - Smoke and Crème Brulé, the chestnut with socks is Arryk. Smoke and Brulé are registered Half-Arabs and are available!

02/11/2025

02/11/2025

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02/11/2025

Good morning lovelies! 🤗😘💛🤍💛

02/11/2025

I am constantly reminded of this. If it calls to your heart - don’t wait! ♥️
Good morning! 🤗🩵💋

02/11/2025

Some days, I’m convinced I can still see him… out in the field, head over the stable door, stood in the yard. My brain tricks me into thinking that he’ll be there when I walk round the corner because for so long, he was.

Some days, I’m convinced I can still hear him… that low pitched whicker, his shoes on the concrete, the sound of hoofbeats cantering across the field. My brain tricks me into thinking that when I look up, he’ll be there, because for so long, he was.

Some days, I’m convinced I could still reach out and touch him… feeling his presence, that soft fluffy coat, that thick silky mane, my brain tricks me into thinking that when I reach out my hand, he’ll be there, because for so long, he was.

Some days, I’m convinced my heart will never heal. That the void he has left behind will never be filled, that I’ll forever feel these overwhelming waves of sadness and grief, because for so long he was there, and now he isn’t.

But the truth is, the reason we can still see, hear and feel them is because they never really left. Their bodies were never destined to walk this earth forever, but their spirit and their heart?
They never leave.

Photo by very kind permission of the insanely talented Jessie Collins Photography LLC

02/10/2025

~ White Ravenwolf
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