Next year this is my dream 😍
Dreams arnt meant to kept aside your should live out all of your dreams
Motivation is all you need
2023 was preparation year
2024 it all folds together
Hope you have all have a lovely Christmas and I’ll see you all back here in 2024
Remember “FAMILY OVER EVERYTHING”
God bless you all
From Lee Garrett and family
Dreams arnt meant to kept aside your should live out all of your dreams
Motivation is all you need
2023 was preparation year
2024 it all folds together
Hope you have all have a lovely Christmas and I’ll see you all back here in 2024
Remember “FAMILY OVER EVERYTHING”
God bless you all
From Lee Garrett and family
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Let your horses be horses.
Let them roll in the dirt and get muddy.
Let them bask in the warm sunlight on sunny days, sunning their coat as they nap in the dirt with friends.
Let them play with other horses, they may get the occasional nick or scratch but their mental health can remain unscathed.
Let them stretch their legs and romp across ground without being under the control of a rider, let them control their pace and buck and play.
Horses don’t care about what brand of blanket they wear, how expensive their saddle is or how neat and tidy their coat is.
They don’t care about appearances, they don’t care about status…
This is a large part of why we love them so much, they don’t judge like humans do. They are so much more simple in that way.
Let your horses be horses because there is nothing more breathtaking than a happy and fulfilled horse.
Let your horses be horses and they will thank you forever and you will be able to get to know them in ways you did not know possible.
Jack and Charlie 💙💙🙏🙏
Let them roll in the dirt and get muddy.
Let them bask in the warm sunlight on sunny days, sunning their coat as they nap in the dirt with friends.
Let them play with other horses, they may get the occasional nick or scratch but their mental health can remain unscathed.
Let them stretch their legs and romp across ground without being under the control of a rider, let them control their pace and buck and play.
Horses don’t care about what brand of blanket they wear, how expensive their saddle is or how neat and tidy their coat is.
They don’t care about appearances, they don’t care about status…
This is a large part of why we love them so much, they don’t judge like humans do. They are so much more simple in that way.
Let your horses be horses because there is nothing more breathtaking than a happy and fulfilled horse.
Let your horses be horses and they will thank you forever and you will be able to get to know them in ways you did not know possible.
Jack and Charlie 💙💙🙏🙏
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Good Deeds Should be Remembered!! 💜🎵💙
The indomitable Camberley Kate, aka Kate Ward, and her stray dogs in England in 1962.
Camberley Kate was born in Middlesbrough on June 13, 1895. Orphaned before the age of ten, she was brought up by an aunt in a strict religious atmosphere. As a young girl she went into the ministry and eventually found her way to Camberley. In later years, she once claimed to have been a chef in the RMC at the time of the Battle of the Somme, although she would have been only 21 years old.
She also mentioned that she knew what it was like to be homeless.
In 1943, Kate bought a cottage in Yorktown and soon took in her first stray, a dog that was about to be euthanized for lameness.
Over time, the number of dogs in her home grew - some tied to her door, others left in carrier bags, still others brought to her by police or other authorities. By the end of her life, she estimated that she had cared for more than 600 dogs.
Kate and her olive green handcart painted "STRAY DOGS" were a familiar sight in the area as she pushed it from Yorktown to Camberley every day.
She died on August 4, 1976
The indomitable Camberley Kate, aka Kate Ward, and her stray dogs in England in 1962.
Camberley Kate was born in Middlesbrough on June 13, 1895. Orphaned before the age of ten, she was brought up by an aunt in a strict religious atmosphere. As a young girl she went into the ministry and eventually found her way to Camberley. In later years, she once claimed to have been a chef in the RMC at the time of the Battle of the Somme, although she would have been only 21 years old.
She also mentioned that she knew what it was like to be homeless.
In 1943, Kate bought a cottage in Yorktown and soon took in her first stray, a dog that was about to be euthanized for lameness.
Over time, the number of dogs in her home grew - some tied to her door, others left in carrier bags, still others brought to her by police or other authorities. By the end of her life, she estimated that she had cared for more than 600 dogs.
Kate and her olive green handcart painted "STRAY DOGS" were a familiar sight in the area as she pushed it from Yorktown to Camberley every day.
She died on August 4, 1976
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