They Are Percherons, Not Clydesdales

Breeds of horses have always interested me. I'm not speaking about the breeds that stud the horses we all watch come down the stretch on the south side of Eastern Avenue in Louisville the first Saturday in May. I'm speaking of the breeds similar to what we see in the Budweiser commercials, especially during the holidays, more Pomp and Circumstance. Notice that I said similar because I'm not talking about Clydesdale's from northern Scotland, either. Although, there is a place in my heart for the Clydesdale having enough Scots in my veins to stand my ground. My love has been for a breed that I don't always remember on the tip of my tongue, but comes to mind quickly when I ask, "What's the other breed like the Clydesdales?" Those that love the breed as much as I do are quick to say, Percheron !

Most think of the Clydesdale as being German, but they came from Scotland originally. They built, Australia, being exported there in large numbers early on. But the French lay claim over the argument of the Belgium that the Percheron are theirs.

Today, I ran into a couple of gentlemen that I have meet before. It's always a chance to see these beautiful animals and I just can't pass up the opportunity to stop and say," hey! "
 

Friends for life

Beautiful Percherons

Funeral Carriage Horses

Churchill and Napoleon: A Lesson in Two Dogs--Well,Three

The White Rock Boat House c.1934

The French and the English are connected through bloodlines that bind them  for more than two thousand years through  tribes of  Kelt's. Rome tried to conquer England in what? 46 BC by building Roman alters over the Kelt's alters. The Kelt's worshiped at those alters with little difficulty. When the Romans pulled back to Rome, the Kelt's torn down the Roman alters and continued to worship at their own alters as they had done, during and after the Roman occupation. Rome thought they had conquered the Kelt's, but what they had really done was to enforce the power of worship on the Kelt's more than ever before. Had the Kelt's been a race of people, they would have conquered the Romans in battle, spirit and mind. Riding naked on horseback with their long blond hair flowing in the wind, they had prepared for the battle by having days of drunken orgies before riding off into battle. The Druids knew how to prepare their warriors and did so regularly.

During the reign of Napoleon, the little man knew his history well. He prepared and he lead with determination. His determination. Unlike the Kelt's warriors, he dressed impressively, but his determination was none-the-less much the same and he never lost that desire to be bigger in deeds than he was in statue, though some of his statues in bronze are pretty impressive in size.

Churchill, a tenured statesman and Prime Minister, had a statesman attitude and mindset. While Churchill had some American blood, he still was that Englishman's gentleman at nature and cigar's did, indeed, make the man, but it never changed his beliefs.

Growing up, our number 3 and number 4 dogs drew their names from their personalities. Mine was a German red dachshund  named Napoleon and my brothers had a  French brown and white basset hound  named Churchill. To this day, when I see either breed, I recall easily the fun we had with those dogs in names alone. People would just walk away shaking their heads after stopping to talk and asking their names. You could see the fake smiles melt away  as they realized the dogs and the brothers were not kidding. They just didn't know how to respond to such real but shockingly unexpected answers. Their minds were not ready for what they got in honest reply. That's the way my two brothers and I are today. We laugh about it. My nephew thinks I'm hard on his dad I know, but his dad, my youngest brother, just take the banter and quips in stride as we have always done.

So, don't you see, name you dogs with a distinction in modern history A name that is or can be enshrined. I once had a friend who's dad was a big burly man with a deep voice and had that distinction of a boss-- if you know what I mean. One Christmas, she got a little white puddle puppy. When it came time to name the dog, they--the family--named it "Cheers" When asking Guido what he thought of the name---he paused and said:" The neighbors already think I'm crazy. Can't you see them when I open the door and yell out,'Cheers!' ".