Every Horse Owner’s Friend: Deb Harper

Every Horse Owner’s Friend:  Deb Harper

Right…I know…my last post was supposed to be about the amazing work Deb Harper, natural horse trainer, does, and I ended up talking about so many other things.  Deb Harper  graciously allowed me to spend one full day and one half with her horses in Abbotsford, British Columbia.  Now understand:  I grew up with horses here in Quebec.  My middle brother taught me to ride (Western) and there wasn’t a horse I couldn’t ride, including our humongous stallion, Tornado the Third.  My youngest brother and I would ride for hours in the fields owned by B.P. (British Petroleum) and Union Carbide (they didn’t mind); we could ride for two hours in fields and forests, uninterrupted by civilisation…until we’d come up eventually to Henri-Bourassa boulevard and the nearest “Roi de la Patate”, a fast-food outlet of the era, offering steamed hot dogs and French fries, poutine…that sort of, um, brainfood.  We could stop for a rest, unsaddle and we and the horses would just lie down and chill…no reason to hobble or tie up our friends:  we were all just hangin’.  We were there together, just enjoying the place and the day. We could stop at what was the Old Apple Orchard, the dragonfly swamp or the chokecherry bushes.  When our two older brothers came along, we could ride at midnight, stopping for steak and beans, eating by the light of the moon.   On the other hand, we, my brother and I, have been dragged, one foot stuck in the stirrup, by horses; attacked and kicked in the face (by an incorrigibly abused) pony (a boarder, btw, and also the mother of my own horse, Black Fury); thrown, down and up again (“get back in the saddle immediately or you’re done riding forever”), and other stuff.  We were so blessed, so fortunate, to have these experiences.  So, until I met Deb, I thought I understood horse talk better than most.  I was wrong.  Go to Deb’s site (see URL above) and learn how to ask, when to ask, how to listen, how long to listen, and, in short, to have patience.  Deb showed me how to communicate with horses in ways that I, arrogant and secure as I was, never thought imaginable.  If you love horses–and especially, if you own a horse who is intractable, skittish, stubborn, scared, or otherwise uncomfortable–go visit Deb’s website and discover the world through your horse’s eyes and senses:  you won’t believe what a difference it will make in your life, and what a difference you will see in your horse.  Visit Deb now.

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