Royal Legends Stables

WELCOME TO

ROYAL LEGENDS STABLES

"The Land Of Misfits"

Royal Legends Stables is full service equine facility located less than 5 miles from Highway 50 in Shingle Springs, CA.  We offer a little bit of everything that involves horses and our  focus is on the health, happiness, and well being of the horses who live here.  As breeders, our focus is primarily the Andalusian and Sport Horses, but as horse lovers we are open to caring for and working with all breeds from all walks of life.  Our facility is fully fenced and gated and includes two tack rooms, covered cross ties with lights and electricity and two all weather sand arenas, a 75' by 150' dressage arena and a 50' round arena.  For those who love horses but do not own one of their own, we offer lessons, horses for sale and lease, and, for the little ones who are obsessed with horses, we offer children's parties.  For horse lovers in general we offer commissioned artwork of the horse they love and original artwork of horses who inspire me.  In general we are all things for the love of the horse.  We do attend shows here and there, but most of us here are just in it for the love of our horse and an escape from the chaos of the "real world".

Thank you for stopping by and take some time to look around.

Best wishes to all,

Jon, Stacey, the boys and the "kids"

Royal Legends Stables

Shingle Springs, California

530 676 8479

And for some added fun:

Lessons From Your Horse:

• When you're tense, let me teach you that there are lions in the woods, and we need to leave. NOW!!
• When you're short tempered, let me teach you how to slog around the pasture for an hour before you catch me.
• When you're short-sighted, let me teach you to figure out where, exactly, in 40 acres I'm hiding.
• When you're quick to react, let me teach you that herbivores kick much faster than omnivores.
• When you're worried, let me entertain you with my mystery lameness.
• When you feel superior, let me teach you that mostly, you're the maid service.
• When you're self-absorbed, let me teach you to pay attention!! (I told you about those lions in the woods...)
• When you're arrogant, let me teach you what 1,200 pounds of yahoo-let's-go! speed event horse can do when suitably inspired.
• When you're lonely, let me be your companion. Let's do lunch. Also breakfast, dinner, and snacks.
• When you're tired, don't forget the 600 pounds of grain that need to be unloaded.
• When you're feeling financially secure, let me teach you the meaning of "veterinary services, additional."

And, if you need help explaining your addiction to someone tell them that you suffer from O.C.E.A.N.S Syndrome.

Just recently, after years of research and many tests, I have finally been able to give a name to what my wife and I have been living with for years.  It's an affliction, for sure, which when undiagnosed and misunderstood can devastate and literally tear a family apart.  Very little is known about O.C.E.A.N.S Syndrome.  But it is my hope this article will generate interest from researchers involved in the equine and psychological sciences.  You will, no doubt, begin to identify similar symptoms in your own family and hopefully now be able to cope.

Obsessive Compulsive Equine Attachment Neurosis Syndrome (O.C.E.A.N.S) is usually found in the female and can manifest itself anytime from birth to thegolden years.  Symptoms may appear anytime and may even go dormant in the teen years, but the syndrome frequently re-emerges in later years.

Symptoms vary widely in both number and degree of severity.  Allow me to share some examples which are most prominent in our home.

The afflicted individual:

1. Can smell moldy hay at ten paces, but can't tell whether milk has gone bad until it turns chunky.
2. Finds the occasional "Buck and Toot" session hugely entertaining, but severely chastises her husband for similar antics.
3. Will spend hours cleaning and conditioning her tack, but wants to eat on paper plates so there are no dishes.
4. Considers equine gaseous excretions a fragrance.
5. Enjoys mucking out four stalls twice a day, but insists on having a housekeeper mop the kitchen floor once a week.
6. Will spend an hour combing and trimming an equine mane, but wears a baseball cap so she doesn't waste time brushing her own hair.
7. Will dig through manure piles daily looking for worms, but does not fish.
8. Will not hesitate to administer a rectal exam up to her shoulder, but finds cleaning out the Thanksgiving turkey cavity for dressing quite repulsive.
9. By memory can mix eight different supplements in the correct proportions, but can't make macaroni and cheese that isn't soupy.
10. Twice a week will spend an hour scrubbing algae from the water tanks, but has a problem cleaning lasagna out of the casserole dish.
11. Will pick a horse's nose, and call it cleaning, but becomes verbally violent when her husband picks his.
12. Can sit through a four-hour session of a ground work clinic, but unable to make it through a half-hour episode of Cops.

The spouse of an afflicted victim:

1. Must come to terms with the fact there is no cure, and only slightly effective treatments. The syndrome may be genetic or caused by the inhaling of manure particles which, I propose, have an adverse effect on female hormones.
2. Must adjust the family budget to include equine items - hay, veterinarian services, farrier services, riding boots and clothes, supplements, tack, equine masseuse and acupuncturist - (as well as the mandatory) equine spiritual guide, etc. Once you have identified a monthly figure, never look at it again. Doing so will cause tightness in your chest, nausea and occasional diarrhea.
3. Must realize that your spouse has no control over this affliction. More often than not, she will deny a problem even exists as denial is common.
4. Must form a support group. You need to know you're not alone - and there's no shame in admitting your wife has a problem. My support group, for instance, involves men who truly enjoy Harley Davidsons, four-day weekends and lots of scotch. Most times, she is unaware that I am even gone, until the precise moment she needs help getting a 50-pound bag of grain out of the truck.

Now you can better see how O.C.E.A.N.S. affects countless households in this country and abroad. It knows no racial, ethnic or religious boundaries. It is a syndrome that will be difficult to treat because those most affected are in denial and therefore, not interested in a cure. So, I am taking it upon myself to be constantly diligent in my research in order to pass along information to make it easier for caretakers to cope on a day to day basis.