Canyon Paradise Ranch, LLC

05/02/2024

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02/13/2024

It has begun. If you know, you know. 😜 Be mindful of your ChapStick.

02/04/2024

Interesting bit of history.

02/04/2024

That happens all the time 😂
credits: Pinterest

02/04/2024

They said, "I'm from the government and I'm here to help."

12/11/2023

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12/01/2023

This print is available on my website here: https://danasdoodles.com/ols/products/of-course-hunter-jumper-horse-art-print

11/05/2023

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10/13/2023

09/18/2023

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8j7J2Gb/

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09/03/2023

On this day in 2016...

I did one of my workouts while Jay went to the Benson Airport to do some flying. I then set my sights on working with Belairo. I planned to show him later in the month. He had come home from Scottsdale Equine Reproductive Center a few weeks prior and I was have a time getting his brain back into work mode. I knew I needed him back to ignoring the mares and doing his under saddle job. I turned one of my mares out in the round pen. Mind you, she was NOT in season. The closest part of the arena was across the drive. Easily 30 feet away. We began working and his attention was clearly not entirely on what we were doing. Before long his behavior deteriorated drastically. The line on repeat in my head was, "keep his feet moving". So I did. In all manner of directions. By the time that line switched to, "maybe I should get off and take him to the other round pen", it was too late. We were across the arena from the round pen where the mare was but that didn't mean anything. He went up. STRAIGHT UP. From straight up, he went right on over. Without thinking my Airborne training kicked in. My chin went tight to my chest. I distinctly remember watching his mane and his crest coming directly at my face. It was all moving so slowly... Landing didn't hurt. Then he thrashed left. I herd and felt a crunch and clearly thought, "SH*T! I broke something." Still no pain. He thrashed left a few more times. He couldn't get up. Then he switched. He rolled over me to thrash to the right. I felt a pop somewhere in my hip and he was on his way up. BUT, as he got up my body was following him. My left foot was caught in the stirrup. He pulled my partly to my side before my foot fell free. I remember thinking, "thank God!" I definitely did NOT want to be drug anywhere. While he ran around the arena like a pubescent boy, I laid there in the dirt and rocks clinging to dried out sticker weeds. Not quite on my side, not quite on my back. I was unable to push or pull myself in either direction. I found the pain but only when I tried to move.

Fortunately, I was not alone. Mom always made a point to come watch if there wasn't going to be anyone else out. I'm sure her perspective of the events may be a bit different. In short, Mom called 911 and called Jay. The packaging for transport is a whole other story.

As it turned out, Mom wasn't the only one watching after all. Jaeden happened to be at the front door watching while she was trying to come up with an excuse to have her grounded butt out of her room. I guess in a way, she had one.

This picture is from a few days after the accident and definitely after the first surgery.

09/03/2023

Worth the watch whether you are a horse person or not; whether you are a military person or not. Sergeant Reckless was a war hero.

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12/01/2022

Good read...

After an old Amish horse named Snowman was set to go to the slaughterhouse, one stranger spotted an odd detail on the doomed animal that soon had him springing into action.

08/24/2022

06/02/2022

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04/22/2022

"Have a bad ride? Rough day working at the barn? A saddle you want just financially out of reach?
I'd like to take this time to remind you that...
Hunter/jumpers: we ride horses in circles and jump sticks for a living and then we let some person tell us our horse did, or did not, jump the sticks as pretty as another horse.
Dressage: we trot in circles and let someone tell someone else to write down whether or not we are circley enough for the circle club
Eventers: we decided jumping out of an airplane without a parachute wasn't exciting enough, so we run at mach speeds towards walls, ditches, and small lakes to see who can do it fastest.
Barrel racers: we spend all of our time fine tuning our ability to turn 3 times faster than anyone else
Ropers: we catch calves that are technically already caught
Steer wrestlers: we wrestle an animal that didn't even know there was a wrestling match coming their way
Team Sorters: even on our worst day, we didn't spend as much as the cutters.
Reiners: see dressage, add speed.
Cutters: we let several people tell us were better, or worse, at not letting calves hang out with their buddies.
Team penners: we take caught calves, and make them a little more caught
Mounted shooters: because we’ve used this skill never… in the last 200 years
Endurance: we take 10 times as long, and 10 times more money to get somewhere an ATV could've brought us.
Western Pleasure: we poke around at wine sipping speeds in the equestrian equivalent of a ball gown.
Trail riders: cheers. Ya'll have it figured out🤣"
-Author unknown

Arlene Magid Pedigree Research for We Love Arabian Horses!

02/09/2022

PSA- not saying, just saying... 🤷‍♀️💁‍♀️

01/31/2022

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01/24/2022

Ever had someone say this to you! Grrrrrr!

01/18/2022

01/11/2022

All jumpers have their own style of jumping and their own way of dealing with horses or creating a relationship with them. When you tell them they are wrong about that they just answer back with the same thing. We all have different opinions about how to deal and create a relationship with horses bu

01/02/2022

If a rider wants quiet hands, don't start with trying to quiet the hands.

Start with establishing a secure, flexible, elastic and independent seat.

Why? Because the concussion created by trotting and cantering horse creates waves of motion that are either absorbed by the rider's seat, or are avoided, as much as possible, by having the rider post at the trot and get in a half seat in the canter, or, worst case scenario, having those shock waves jolt the rider around.

If the body of the rider gets jolted, what do you think the rider's arms and hands are going to do? 99% of the time, they are going to get jolted right along with the rest of the rider, and jolted hands are not quiet hands.

So to fix your hands, first fix your seat. All the best teachers understand that if a rider has not trained his/her body to become part of the motion, that student is not as adroit a rider as the ones whose independent seats go with rather than at cross purposes to the motion of the moving horse.

If an instructor does NOT insist that a student be encouraged to acquire that "independent seat," it will be because of one or more reasons.

Reason one---The teacher does not know.

Reason two---The teacher has tried, the student has resisted, and rather than persevere and probably lose the student's income, the teacher thinks, "The heck with it. If she doesn't want it, far be it for me to insist."

Reason three---The teacher realizes that because of health or physical issues, the student probably needs to be kept at a less challenging level.

Reason four---The teacher knows what the young student should learn, but the pushy parents want the kid out competing, and don't want to go through the sometimes long waiting period while the child learns to ride.

And so we see many many horses having to endure the rough, uneducated hands of many many uneducated riders, who may actually understand the concept that quiet hands are some sort of "good thing," but do not understand that quiet hands are a by-product of a quiet seat.

It is amazing how many riders resist acquiring an independent seat, when that single skill unlocks so many other riding doors, and its absence guarantees that those doors remain locked shut.

And, as they say, it IS a choice.

(Photo: Richard Watjen)

12/14/2021

Love Thelwell!

Merry Christmas to all from Thelwell
'the ambush'

11/29/2021

Always 😂🐴❤️

11/02/2021

I'll be in the barn.
By Vivian (Kahl) Jones

When people have come to visit over the years they commonly hear from me I'll be in the barn.

When life gets hard I'll be in the barn.
When things are just right I'll be in the barn.

When the sun shines
The rain falls
Or snow covers the ground
I'll be in the barn.

If things seem to be falling apart or if I'm celebrating the simple things, I'll be in the barn.

When I'm looking for answers or trying to clear my mind, I'll be in the barn.

When I'm looking for myself, I'll be in the barn.

If I'm working or trying to relax, I'll be in the barn.

Even when I'm not in the barn my mind drifts there, I find myself thinking about being in the barn.....

soaking feed for the next day,
mucking or spreading manure,
how to fix a problem I've been having with horse,
tack that needs cleaned or changed or mended,
wounds that need doctored,
if I need to put on blankets or fly masks.

It's where I keep my riches
All my wins and my failures
Everyone of my hopes
Dreams
Hardships
And memories

You can find them all in the barn, buried in the hay, hiding under a saddle, spilling out of the feed bins, or glimmering with dust in the evening light.

I may be covered in dust, dirt, a mash feed, hair, and hay, smell of sweat and manure, and sometimes there may be blood or tears but I'll be there. I'll be in the barn.

So if your wondering where to find me, I'll be in the barn. If I'm not there I promise I'm on my way.
-author and photographer is Vivian Jones