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...problem. Basically, it's the economy," says Brent Glover, who has run Idaho's Orphan Acres since 1975 and has found new homes for 1,600 rescued horses. "We're getting calls constantly." With more horses coming onto his 50-acre refuge, he is feeling the pinch of a hay bill that has risen from $28,000 to $80,000 this year, not to mention rising transportation and grain costs. "It's a horrible mess of bad consequences," says Colorado State University animal sciences Professor Temple Grandin. "People are turning them loose because of the decline in discretionary spending...
...feel more like an orthopedist in my practice because we always ask about how people are exercising, and they have a lot of complaints. We're sitting slumped over a computer all day and not doing normal exercise. In previous generations when we were digging ditches or pitching hay, there was a type of what we would now call functional exercise where we're exercising the whole body. And that's what prevented low back and knee and hip and all the things we're seeing today. So we talk about the importance of core exercise and give a program...
While Big Brown, the Bay Colt who took the first two legs of this year's Triple Crown, grazes, Rick Dutrow, his trainer, gazes. The horse is relaxing in a stall at Belmont Park, gnawing some hay. "When I look at him, I see a horse that's as cool and as calm as can be," says Dutrow, who has escaped the depths of addiction and gone on to train a Thoroughbred who might be the best in a generation. "He moves me." Dutrow points out Big Brown's birthmark, a rare speck of white fuzz above his front left...
...could no longer bear it, The Stable Boy made a guttural utterance, lifted Felicity, and tossed her over his shoulder. Her derrière bobbed helplessly in the air as he strode to the back corner of the stable.There, in the darkness, he flung her down into the hay. She looked at him as he stood over her, massively muscled and aroused. She was splayed wantonly on the ground, her half-open bodice slipping over her shoulders and her foaming petticoats pushed up around her thighs. With a wolfish grin, The Stable Boy unbuckled his belt.Then he reached down...
...They surged past the rounded bales of hay. The dusty land roiled beneath the horses’ hooves; The Stable Boy left a white and turbid wake. The envious billows of reeds swelled to whelm Felicity’s track...