In Search of Happy Endings

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    As horse lovers, we spend much of our time teetering on the brink between joy and heartache. Our equine companions bring us much joy, yet they’re so fragile that they’re always on the verge of injury or illness. That’s why, I believe, we’re understandably emotional about topics like horse tripping and what I’ve come to call The Great Slaughter Debate. We’re already aware that spending a life with horses leads to very few happy endings. Why make things worse by wantonly exposing horses to potential maiming, abuse and distress?

    Life with Horses - In Search of Happy EndingsAs evidence, take a look at this snapshot. It was taken over a decade ago, before I earned a few wrinkles on my face and when my hair was some color that I’ve long since abandoned. That’s my cousin, Erin, on the left. She’s holding the reins of Tudor, a gray gelding that one of my hunter-jumper friends had given me. Tudor was a freebie because he was past his prime as an A-circuit show horse. But he made a fabulous mount for a novice. Erin had a blast learning to ride on him. I’m alongside Jazz, a huge chestnut that my sister had rescued from the last stop before the slaughterhouse. No one wanted Jazz because despite his gorgeous physique and lovely jumping style he had an utterly rotten disposition. Somehow we came to an agreement with him, because we won all sorts of prizes on him. In this particular Kodak moment, Erin and I were celebrating the fact that we’d placed right next to each other in a jumping class aboard the retiree and the reprobate that were salvaged from the rubbish heap.

    A few years later, both Tudor and Jazz were gone. Tudor was euthanized because his rampant melanomas had metastasized throughout his abdomen. Jazz developed uncontrollable Cushings and foundered in three out of four feet. It wasn’t pleasant saying farewell to these two old guys. But at least I know I was there, patting them until the end, so they weren’t alone or scared when they breathed their last. In fact, I recall stroking Tudor’s silver forelock before the vet injected him, and thanking him for his loyal service and a job well done.

    See how bittersweet life can be when you love horses? There truly are no happy endings. Ultimately, if you love a horse long enough, you have to give them a pat on the forehead and say good-bye until your spirits reunite again. How anyone could deem it suitable or acceptable to put such creatures in the position of being harmed or psychologically shattered because we “humans” deem it appropriate is beyond my imagination.

    I’ll take the slaughter issue first. I accept that in some parts of the world the consumption of horsemeat is rather ho-hum. In parts of Europe, for example, the horse flesh is displayed right next to the chuck roast. (At least that’s what I’ve been told. For the record, I’m pretty much a confirmed vegetarian). My problem with re-instituting horse slaughter in the United States is the manner in which a horse ends up at the butcher’s counter. If you could guarantee me that every horse—whether it’s a former stakes winner from the racetrack or a scruffy grade horse from a rental string—was humanely euthanized with the same amount of dignity and grace as my horses have been, then I might rethink the whole slaughter issue. After all, what eventually happens to my horse’s carcass once its spirit has left its body doesn’t really matter to me. Yet the factory setting of the typical slaughterhouse, and the hourly wage employees who populate those settings, almost precludes that the manner in which horses are shipped to the slaughter plant and dispatched on the killing floor will never be equal to the solemn, private service we award our horses when they’re euthanized by a skilled veterinarian at home. And that’s why I’m anti-slaughter.

    As for the whole horse tripping discussion… I am hesitant to even bring up the topic since an earlier posting on my blog ages ago continues to elicit remarks. Don’t believe me? See for yourself: Don’t Trip Over the Battlefield.

    I’m going to make four points about horse tripping and then label it finished as far as I’m concerned:

    1. It is a non-sequitur to equate the “sport” of horse tripping with any other equestrian sport. Let’s take show jumping as an example. An entire industry—from protective leg wear, joint supplements and scientifically researched arena footing—exists to ensure the welfare of horses used in show jumping. Rules governing the sport require vets and stewards to guard against the misuse of medications and the over-schooling of the horses. Judges have the authority to ban a competitor who spanks their horse with a crop one too many times. Finally, the goal of show jumping is to showcase the talent of the animal, brought to fruition only through years of training. Can the same be said for the so-called “sport” of horse tripping? What is its goal? I believe it’s to showcase the dexterity of the rope-wielding charro as he deftly yanks the legs out from under a galloping horse. Next, is there an industry formulated to safeguard the welfare of the horses selected as the trippees? Are their legs wrapped, their joints injected, their scrapes and bruises doctored? If they’re the least bit sore or stiff, are they prevented from being tripped again? Do the officials at these horse tripping affairs castigate the charros doing the tripping if they appear to be too rough when they fling a horse to the ground? I believe the answer to these questions is, “No.”
    2. The argument that banning horse tripping is “racist” is ridiculous. So what if the practice harkens back to Mexican ranching culture? I don’t much care. Bullfighting and cockfighting have cultural ties as well, and there are laws against those practices in America, too. Our country may be slow to act in some instances, but for the most part we’re an animal-loving bunch of enlightened folks. Many states have taken steps to outlaw horse tripping at Mexican-style rodeos. My state, California, is one of them. Currently, a bill is sitting on the desk of Arizona’s governor, awaiting a signature, which will prevent horse tripping in that state. Ole!
    3. I’ll grant that there probably have been some instances where roping a horse around its legs in an emergency situation might indeed be the last resort to prevent an even worse tragedy. But why continually re-enact this hypothetical situation? Isn’t there a way to maintain or demonstrate this skill without actually using a real, live horse? For example, I own a shotgun and a handgun. I am quite capable of loading and firing both weapons and actually hitting anyone who is messing with my horses or threatening me. But I am not going to rent inmates from the nearby prison for target practice. Instead, I go to the shooting range and plunk away at paper targets.
    4. The Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association has banned any manner of horse tripping for sport or entertainment. And many decades ago the American Humane Society enacted rules against the tripping of horses in films and television. Both of these organizations know far more about the nastiness of horse tripping than me. If they say it’s bad, then their word is good enough for me.

    So there you go. Those are my final words on slaughter and horse tripping. I encourage you to leave your comments by clicking on Submit a Comment below. But if you’re pro-slaughter or pro-horse tripping and you simply want to rant, get your own blog. This one’s mine. Life is too short to spend it debating ugly issues. When it comes to spending a life with horses, I’d rather spend my time in search of nice, happy endings for me and my four-legged friends.

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    11 COMMENTS

    1. Civilized society, no matter the race or ethnicity, does not intentionally inflict cruelty upon horses for sport. This barbaric act should have been abolished long, long, long ago.

    2. There are many shades of gray involved in the slaughter. It is a hard problem to solve.
      However, horse tripping is black and white. It’s cruel, barbaric and has no place in ANY modern culture.

    3. Wow! I tried to go back and re read all the comments on the tripping article. How exhausting! Who has time to listen to all that garbage? Once again Cindy you hit the nail on the head. You will never find 100% agreement on an issue like this but you speak for the vast majority of horse owners in America. This country is still a democracy and people like Randy need to decide to live with the laws of THIS land or go trip their horses in a place where it IS legal. I’m just sayin’….

    4. Thanks so much for this column and for giving your beloved horses a peaceful end. How I wish every horse owner had the same sensibilities.
      To anyone who thinks horse tripping is OK or that the horses like it … hey! I have an idea!! How about I rope your legs as you run full tilt, throw you down and drag you around?? And then either turn you loose in a park to wander around on your broken legs (which has been done here in Southern California) or toss you on a truck to a Mexican slaughterhouse? Works for me! And saves the horse the horror, too.

    5. AGREE COMPLETELY AS TO HORSE TRIPPING. AS TO HORSE SLAUGHTERHOUSES YOU ADRESS THE ISSUE ONLY FROM THE POSITION OF A HORSE LOVER (WHICH I AM TOO.) BUT THERE ARE MANY HORSE OWNERS IN THIS WORLD WHO DON’T CARE ABOUT THEIR HORSES OR WHO ACTUALLY DISLIKE THEM. IN THE OLD DAYS THEY COULD SHIP THEIR HORSES FOR SAY $8 OR $9 HUNDRED DOLLARS, BUT NOW THIS OPTION IS CLOSED TO THEM, AND SO THERE IS THIS HUGE PROBLEM OF ABUSED, STARVING, AND ABANDONED HORSES. WHICH IS THE LESSER OF TWO EVILS: A FEW SECONDS OR MINUITS OF TERROR OR MONTHS OR YEARS OF NEGLECT?

    6. Excellent blog, Cindy! Horses everywhere thank you and your family for being such responsible and loving horse owners. May you, Jazz, Tudor and all the other animals you and your family have loved find each other again.
      Prepare for a vent!
      Bruce, with all due respect, please show me the numbers. And I’m not talking about the rhetoric spewed by the AQHA, APHA or AHA — shame on all their houses and heads; perhaps they might want to try **educating** people about what makes a good and useful horse before they attempt to breed mare to stallion … but that would, natch, cut down on the $$$ for all those fees paid for the poor unfortunate horses that have to pay the ultimate price for their breeder’s stupidity.
      Registries don’t want less money! That would be BAD!!
      The reality, unfortunately, is that idjits and mentally unstable hoarders have ALWAYS abused, neglected or starved horses. That’s why the rescues and humane societies and animal controls have LONG been full to overflowing.
      There is no unbiased, documented evidence that the closure of U.S. slaughterhouses has caused an increase in abused horses. Abandoned or starved? There is **anecdotal** evidence that the recession has caused that, but still no real, unbiased numbers.
      Until the U.S. grows a pair and makes the **humane** transport, handling and killing of horses on the slaughter floor suitable for an animal that has, for its entire life, looked to us as a source of food, care, grooming, companionship, exercise and whatever emotions they may or may not feel, as well as given their all to us for sport, then, well, I cannot support the idea of reopening the slaughter plants to horses, and I would wholly support any legislation stopping shipment outside the U.S. for that purpose (despite what little teeth such regulation might provide).
      As for the idea of horse tripping and that it should be acceptable on an ethnic or any other grounds … well, I echo another poster in wanting to deal the same kind of treatment to anyone who defends it. May your legs be jerked out from under you and often broken and then left to suffer or die in a Mexican slaughterhouse!

    7. Love this blog post! Bottom line: If you cannot afford to humanely put your horse down, then do not buy one. Period. As for horse tripping, why can’t the Mexican charros design some plastic toy horse? Then they can rope their legs as a demonstration. Or is that not macho enough for them? They are in America. Not Mexico. Learn to adjust to how MOST of us treat our animals or go home.

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