dear sweet pups, thank you for being the light of my life

dear sweet pups, thank you for being the light of my life

You both are so special in your own ways, and you will always take up an enormous part of my heart.


To my sweet pups,

Even though you both have only been a part of my life for a short while, you have brought me so much happiness. I remember each day I came home to find you both, the grin on my face extending to my ears. I couldn't even begin to imagine how much joy you both would bring into my life.

We didn't adopt you as puppies and we didn't adopt you when I was a child. I didn't get to see you grow up and I didn't get to grow up with you, but that doesn't make me love you any less. Being able to be your new family and your new home was more than enough for me. I've loved being able to watch your personalities develop from the day we brought you home to now. You both are so special in your own ways, and you will always take up an enormous part of my heart.

Coming home and having you there at the door to greet me, jumping and whining because you were so excited, could make me smile even on the worst days. No matter what was going on in my life, no matter how down I felt, you both were always the little light to help brighten up my day. It amazed me that you both could tell when I was having one of those days; I would sit crying in my room and you would come in with your tail wagging and sit next to me and just let me cry, and that little comfort was all I needed to get through those times. I wish I could tell you how much that meant to me.

One of the hardest parts about leaving for college is not seeing your two sweet faces every day. You both are family to me, and just like not seeing the rest of my family, it's hard not to be able to see you two every day, especially when I know you both won't be there to comfort me when I'm having a bad day.

You two have been everything I could ever wish for in a dog. You both are so different but I love you both the same. I wish you could read this and I wish I could tell you just how much you two mean to me. The two sweet little lights in my life, thank you. Thank you for being there for me without thinking about it. Thank you for loving me unconditionally. Thank you for being a part of our family.

It hurts whenever I come home to visit and have to leave because I can't tell you that I'll be back. I hate seeing that look on your faces. I wish I could tell you I'll always come back and I wish I could tell you both that I will love you forever. I hope you both know that, even if I can't tell you.

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Mia McLaughlin

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To The Equestrian Judge That Tried To Break My Spirit

You may have won the battle, but you didn't win the war.


There is a special thrill as a child being in the saddle for the first time. This animal delivered to me a whole new perspective of the world in all of its glory. I lived for the lessons these horses silently taught me — to be responsible, to cherish all life, to be brave in the face of adversity, and the list continues. Most of the valuable lessons I hold dear were taught by the horses I have had the honor of riding, leasing, and owning.

I wouldn't be the person I am today without these horses I adore so much, but I would be wrong if I didn't say that the coaches who taught me how to ride and the judges I have asked for advice didn't teach me valuable lessons as well. Believe it or not, even the judge who laughed in my face and insulted me showed me a crucial lesson as well. There will always be someone who doesn't like me no matter how hard I try to impress everyone.

I competed at a three-day long horse show during the summer when I was eighteen back in 2015, and I was excited because after three years of hard work Boomer and I were finally competitive to take on the big and burly quarter horses that reigned over the arena. Boomer is an Arabian horse, a relatively uncommon breed to show at this particular show and even more unusual to compete in the specific sport of Ranch Horse Pleasure.

Ranch Horse Pleasure is an equestrian sport that was made for every rider and horse. If your horse wasn't cut out for the thrilling sport of Reining and wasn't slow enough to be competitive in Western Pleasure, then Ranch Horse Pleasure was the perfect sport for avid riders. This fun and new sport was what Boomer and I planned to compete in as a stepping stone to reining, and given his almost lazy nature, he was pretty good at it.

Boomer waiting patiently for me at the gate. Photo Credit: Danielle Weeks

Although this particular horse show wasn't a top-level horse show, the competition was still very tough. Classes are often full of horses worth tens of thousands of dollars in bloodlines and training, but Boomer had proven his worth before even though I got him for free and did a large portion of his training on my own for years before this show.

The professional training Boomer did have, was earned by me through hours upon hours of saddling up horses, feeding horses, cleaning stalls, working horses, and doing other tasks around the barn for my trainers to earn training time and lessons. The work was difficult especially while I was working two different jobs, and going to junior college full time, but it was worth it seeing how well my trainers polished Boomer into an even better horse.

On the first day of competition, Boomer performed well, and the judge for the first day scored us well above my expectations. Afterward, I asked this judge for feedback, and she kindly complimented us while pointing out some criticisms she noticed to help us do better. I took note of this for the next day, and after I fed, watered, and cleaned up after twenty or so horses, Boomer and I practiced for the second day of showing and nailed our pattern. I knew we were going to do great, and I was thrilled to perform tomorrow!

But after our performance on the second day, we received a strange score. Boomer performed better than yesterday, but we received a lower rating. After my class, I took care of Boomer and the other horses and went to the office to look at my scorecard. I figured, if the judge saw anything I didn't feel, he would have written it down on the card.

When I arrived, I could see the judge putting the scorecards into the binder for the day, and I was happy I could catch him before he left for the night. When I walked up to him, I introduced myself and shook his hand, and he was very polite until I described the horse I was riding today.

The immediate change in attitude this man had was so noticeable it almost made me hesitate to continue, but I still asked, "Is there anything you saw today that I could improve on with my horse?"

Boomer and I at the three-day horse show. Taken on the second day. Photo Credit: David Weeks

Apparently, my question was funny for him, because he laughed at me as if I told him a joke, but not before telling me, "Yeah, get rid of that crazy Arab and buy yourself a real ranch horse."

My jaw dropped, and all I could do was watch him walk away from me with an astounded look on my face. Shock turned in to horror because I knew this man's dislike of my horse cost me the horse show. The thousands of hours and dollars I had spent to get to this point, was gone. None of my hard work had mattered because of this one judge who decided my horse and I didn't deserve to be here.

I dragged my feet back to the barn because it was beginning to get dark and the horses needed to be fed and watered for the night. I still wore a dumbfounded look all the way to my horse's stall, but I looked at Boomer and saw he was already watching me. When I looked at him, he let out a soft breath and walked up to the door and waited for me to pet him. I doubt he knew I was going to come into his stall and sob into his mane, but I did, because no matter how cruel people are at least Boomer's hair is thick enough to soak up my emotions.

The last day of the show went well and the judge was fair at. Unfortunately, with the averaged scores for the weekend, the second score I received by the terrible judge booted me out of the top five, and I lost out on earning a championship buckle and ribbon.

I thought long and hard about continuing to show Boomer in Ranch Riding and Reining, and I thought, maybe he was right. Perhaps I didn't belong in the sport. I saw the glares. I heard the comments that my friends and I overheard. I know the things people told my Mother, because, "[she] let her daughter ride an Arabian? Don't you know they're crazy?!" Making my Mother feel uncomfortable to be at this horse show as well.

Making my Mother uncomfortable, and the terrible judge affirmed to me that I would never return to the three-day show that gave me such a bad experience.

However, a year later I competed for the first time in Reining at a horse show series consisting of four horse shows over four months. At the end of it, Boomer and I earned a Championship and Reserve Championship buckle in our two classes. Boomer was the only Arabian to compete at the series. The year after that in 2017, we won three Reserve Championships in Ranch Horse Pleasure at a different show.

So, nice try to the judge who told me my horse and I didn't belong in this sport. I will continue to ride my 'crazy Arabian' in Reining and Ranch Riding shows and we will tear up the arena and clean up the ribbons and buckles because we have done it before and after we experienced your terrible judgment. I'll admit that you may have won the battle, but you didn't win the war. Boomer and I are not done yet, and your bad attitude isn't stopping us.

Boomer and I with our amazing Reining trainer Steven Allen after we earned our Reserve Champion buckle in Oroville California. My other amazing reining trainer, Chantel Allen took this photo that I still cherish.

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My Dog IS A Part Of My Family, And If You Have A Fur Baby, You Know Why

Furry babies are so much more than just “pets."


Nothing aggravates me more than when someone makes the argument that pets are not a part of the family.

To me, they are. They make my life a better place. They were like the missing piece, and now my family is complete.

I can't imagine my life without my dogs, and it's sad because one day I will. I wish dogs had a longer lifespan, it's not fair that they get one-tenth of the life that we get.

I got my dog when I was seven. I'm fortunate enough to still have her at basically nineteen years old. She was a rescue from a kill shelter in Georgia, and she was the pup for me. I met other dogs that day, but we locked eyes and it was fate.

I was given the chance to name her, and so my seven-year-old brain decided that Babydoll was the name for her. Not my best move...

I have grown up with this dog, we have gone through the good and the bad. She's stuck by my side longer than any “friend" has. She protects me, she's scared away robbers who tried breaking into my house. She gives me cuddles when I'm sad. She swims with me in the pool, she is my sister.

If Babydoll was born as a human and adopted into my family, she would be considered my sister in society. So why is that not the same scenario? Yes, dogs are biologically dogs, but mentally they are equivalent to people. Frankly, I think my dog is smarter than some of the people I've met.

The day that Babydoll is no longer there will be a tough day when you've grown up so attached to something, and then it's gone, it's hard to accept. I wish I could tell her all this, but she would just wag her tail and move her head left and right pretending like she's listening.

Tell your dog, that they're a good dog. Think of how they have changed you, your life, your family. I know that Babydoll has a special place in my heart. She's not just my “dog", she's my sister.

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