Let's Play: What Do You See?

Sophie at Barefoot Horse blog, was kind enough to grant me permission to use these images. A fellow "sole sister" over in the UK, she studied barefoot and decided THAT was the way to go. I've been reading her blog for a while now, and enjoyed very much the case studies she has posted. (Anyone in the UK that needs hoof help, I'd look her up.)


I don't have much info on these images. But, I think this will be a great set of photos for everyone to take a peek at, and play the "What do you see" game.

Look hard, and comment away. I'm looking forward to what y'all see!

Guest Post From Alison Hart!

A quick word before the Guest Post from Ms. Alison Hart:
Today our thoughts are with Kate, Maisie, and the rest of her "herd" both two legged and four, as they made the decision to bring a dignified end for her grand old gelding, Nobel.

We in the equi-blogging community grow close bonds through sharing ourselves and our horse's stories. Each and every time one leaves us for the Great Beyond, we all feel it. It is a great "side effect" of our writing- that this community continues to support, grow, share, and care so strongly.

So to celebrate life, and our lives with horses, I offer to you today this wonderful fun post from Alison Hart, author, educator, and horsewoman. Remember- WHIRLWIND is up for grabs! Leave a comment telling me about your kids/ students/ cousins/ nieces/ nephews/ or yourself if you too are a horse crazy youth! Drawing will be August 9, so don't forget to enter and spread the word!

Now, with out further ado, I present Alison Hart!
~MM


My Novels Versus, Well, Me
By Alison Hart

As a children’s author, I write adventurous, horse-filled novels with action-packed scenes. Some are mysteries, others historical suspense. Some are for teen readers, others are early chapter books. All have one thing in common: me.

` So I thought it would be fun to compare my books (my imaginative life) with reality (my real life.)

Suddenly the water began to churn. Emma sputtered and raised her head. She heard a snort and a splash. A black animal appeared beside her. Its nostrils flared pink; its eyes were white-rimmed.
Twist! Grabbing the pony’s long mane, Emma used her last burst of strength to drag herself onto his back.
(From Emma’s River—Peachtree Publishers)

You guessed it: this has never happened to me. Emma and her pony Twist survive an exploding steamboat. I rode the Louisville Belle, docked in Kentucky, for research. It didn’t sink or explode, thank goodness, and I didn’t have to rely on a pony to save me because seriously has anyone ever had a horse save them from anything? (And that doesn’t mean the furiously bolt for home when you rode over a yellow jackets nest)

“Go!” the judges holler, the drum taps, and Aristo rears as the other four horses break from the starting line.
I fall back, my hold on Aristo’s mane the only thing keeping me from plummeting to the ground. The colt springs forward, throwing me onto his neck, then charges after the others.
The crowd jeers as we pass.
(From Gabriel’s Triumph—Peachtree Publishers)

When I was sixteen I exercised horses on the racetrack one summer. It was awesome. However, I am so many years beyond sixteen that total imagination (and copious research) goes into all my racing scenes. These days my horse and I are totally content to trot on the trails, avoiding those yellow jackets at all costs.

Blowing wildly, Shadow skittered from pretend demons in the underbrush. Jas legged him forward, and they followed the fence line to the three foot six log jump built into the board fence. “From my long-ago fox hunting days,” Miss Hahn had explained during their last trail ride. Shadow was such a talented jumper he could take it at a trot.
(From Whirlwind—Random House)

I did foxhunt three times. Only my horse avoided every fence as eagerly as Shadow tackles this one. We crashed into the woods a lot and ran up on several pissed-off horses’ butts. We were not invited back for a fourth time.

I bolted up the riverbank, Bell’s whinny goodbye following after me, Katie’s cry, Run!” echoing in my ears.
Eliza clung to my mane as I raced up the lane, which soon turned into a steep, narrow trail. Sharp rocks hurt my hooves. Branches slapped my face.
But I couldn’t stop. The slave catchers’ horses were close behind.
(From Bell’s Star—Random House)

You guessed right again: I have never been a horse. Although often I wish I was one. I would be fed, pampered, fly-proofed and loved. I would have a fan in my stall in the summer to keep the flies away. Someone would clean out my stall, fill my water, mow the pasture, and spray the thistles and it wouldn’t be me. I would be in the field grazing happily!

Make sure you visit Alison Hart's website for more information on her books!

"Whirlwind"

That title sure describes Life of late at The Asylum.

Alison Hart once again reached out to the equi-blogoshpere, and I am pleased as punch that she invited me to review (and do a GIVEAWAY!) of her newest book, "Whirlwind". A follow up for "Shadow Horse", which we reviewed and passed along last year, "Whirlwind" jumps right back into the thick of things with Jas, her Grandfather, Miss Hahn, Chase, and always the horses. Of course, no novel could be complete with out a bad guy, which is filled by farm owner and (alleged) horse murdering, child threatening, all around miserable excuse for a human being, Hugh Robicheaux.

In the first book, "Shadow Horse", Jas was on probation and in foster care at Second Chance Farm. Her Grandfather was recovering from a stroke, Jas was finding that there are many more dimensions to the world, and at a horse sale she discovered a horse she knew- Shadow.

Her heart however, never let go of the memory of a much loved mare, Whirlwind, and she is more determined than ever to locate the mare. It's a long and perilous journey for young Jas, who once again gets lessons in life in general, but she learns that persistence and the proper application of intelligence pay off.

Perfectly suited for younger readers, I'm very happy to give this four hooves up AND be able to pass it along for a lucky reader's enjoyment. Rules are simple- Leave a comment telling me about your kids! I'll ask my kids to draw a name on August 9.

For some extra fun. Ms. Hart sent me a guest post to share with everyone as well. Not only is she a talented author with a great imagination and wonderful ability to bring her characters to life, she has a fantastic sense of humor. I've truly enjoyed getting to know her a bit through emails, and hope that in the future she remember Oh HorseFeathers! for review of any new works. We'll post her guest post tomorrow!

Remember: comment about your kids, and we'll draw a name on August 9!

Who Hit The Full-On-Crazy Button?

Cause y'allllllllll... Just let me tell you what the past 36 hours have been like 'round here.

First: Yesterday. Bout this time, actually, I was on the phone with a much loved family friend. I hear the Big Green Beast pull in and a "peep peep" from the horn.

Not. Good.

"peep peep" is only used for SOS.

Yep... Dear Husband's Fickle Finger of Fate was at it again, and umm... well.... Let's just say that the injury is embarrassing, un-supported, and has left him hanging. (Dude he is so going to get even with me for THAT.... HA~)

ER trip was in order. Doc was thrilled. She (*note... SHE) apparently could not wait to examine the situation, and told Dear Husband (and me, cause I stood my ground and growled that we have two kids together, I'm quite familiar with his anatomy,) and I that we needed to be thankful SHE took this case, as the other doc had "Very large hands".

(Use. Your. Imagination. Carefully.)

About five or six hours and one Rasp Enema (for a crappy nurse) later, we arrive home to ... chaos. The kids were sacked out at Granny's. (Thank You Granny and Rebel Cousin Brigade!!) It had stormed-- LOOOOOOTS. Jo the Wonder-She-Is-Still-Alive Chicken In A Dog Suit had Freaked. Out. And.... had an "accident" in a very bad spot. (ie: the incident was discovered when I went to put the children in bed, and Cub wailed, "MOOOoooooMMM! Why is this WET?")

Thank God for clean sheets, an ability to toss large beds around, and FEBREZE. Lots. Of. Febreze.

And the washing machine. (The dryer is another story, and will be mentioned shortly.)

Around 2am, things were dealt with here. Rest was pretty much not an option for me last night, as I couldn't get there. You know- to that quiet place, sweet happy pony filled dreams, that leave you refreshed and happy? Yeah- that one. It took a hike.

I think it was the direct result of the dryer telling me to piss off yesterday, and consigning itself to the scrap heap.

So.

Dawn breaks.
Phone rings.

I stagger out, only to hear panic on the line in the form of a much loved client, with a

F-A-V-O-R-I-T-E Pony
in deep distress.

I get on the phone and round up emergency help, throw clothes on myself and the kids, and we haul butt to help. Dear Husband was still racked out, bleary eyed, wondering about the whirlwind that invaded the bedroom. I hollered out "BYE, I LOVE YOU" to him as the kids and I hit the door running. (I asked the kids if they wanted to stay behind with Dad, and know what Cub said? "No Mom- this is MY pony hurting, and I'm going to help.")

Long story short, pony had choked, but cleared it by the time we arrived. I did get to meet the newest horse vet in town, which was cool and NOT what I expected at all.

Longer story a tiny bit shorter, we will be having the Itty Bitty Pony Committee moving in at The Asylum soon- like with in the next couple of days.

As if THIS wasn't exciting enough....
There are still 3 horses to trim on the book for today. (Note: it's 115* out.)
There are 3 ponies (NOT the Itty Bitty Pony Committee) to move. (That is set for 5:30 tonight.)
Transport arrangements need to be made for Current Borrowed Adorable Pony to go back to her home,

AND

The. Dryer. Broke.

Solar clothes line installed. You know what?
It's too damn HUMID for things to DRY.
AAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I refuse-- RE-FUUUUSE --- to ask "What next" cause I damn sure don't want to KNOW at this point!!!

And in case you didn't have an idea before, NOW you really know WHY we call this place

"The Asylum".

Happy Hoofin' Y'all....... May the Force Not Screw With You!
~MM

Well What Have We Here?

Why, whatever can that be, tied to my Patience Tree?

Time to stretch her legs, and see just WHERE all her pals might have gone to.

But, there is always time for a roll, right? After all, this IS a perfect spot to get a scritch!

Size comparison. B-I-G difference between Blondie and Bunz...
Not so much between Blondie and Jo.


Now don't go getting all excited- this is a TEMPORARY situation.
Blondie arrived this morning to help clean up hay.
Since a load was just delivered on July 3,
I can't see having it go to waste.

So I made one phone call,
Made arrangements,
and
VIOLA!
A Temporary Pony to love on.

She's had a bath,
her mane mostly combed out (rotten fairy twirls!)
And a lesson in walking nice and slow with crippled up Auntie Mrs Mom.

I think this is going to be a wonderful brain break for me,
and GREAT therapy for the kids.

Yeah Man- Life. Is. Good.

Ya Know, Y'all Just.. ROCK

Seriously now. No- totally- y'all ROCK.

I can't thank you enough for the emails, the support, and the phone calls. I really dreaded writing the Sonny's Sunday post, feeling like.. well, I'm not sure *what* I was feeling entirely, but it wasn't "happy". So many of you who visit and comment are Sonny's Fan Club. I knew making the decision to move him on would affect more than just our family- but it would impact our "blog family" as well. I couldn't help but worry what the reaction on here would be.

The worry was wasted- every single one of you that I heard from was nothing but supportive, understanding, and encouraging. It helped. Way more than you could know- it helped.

The next chapter is unfolding in our journey, the road open to many possibilities. A sense of excitement is building as we anticipate what lies ahead. (Yeah, there is stress in there too, but shoot- Life would be darn DULL if there wasn't some form of stress around here, right?)

In the days to come, we've got some cool things to share. I have a review for Alison Hart's WHIRLWIND coming up, AND Ms. Hart has agreed to guest post with us as well. Just like last year with SHADOW HORSE, I'll be planning a give away of WHIRLWIND to a commenter, too. (I'm thinking random drawing- just leave a comment on the review post if you are interested, all names into a hat, and TAAA-DAA! I'll get the Little Mens, DAT, or Jo to help draw a winner.) Also in the works, the arrival of the "hay-cleaner-upper", so that mystery may be solved. (With all luck that will be tomorrow.)

I also got a call from fellow blogger and pistol packin' Momma, GunDiva today. Off jet-setting and crewing with Julie Goodnight at the moment, she has a lead on a book. From the sounds of things, a REALLY COOL BOOK, that is RIGHT up the alley for Oh HorseFeathers! What else could make my heart go pitter patter faster (aside from a spotted horse that is,) than a book on LAMENESS, and the chance to do a review and possible give away on the blog? (Well, OK, so total truth be told.... there are a few things that can wind me up pretty tight. But in all fairness, I am REALLY looking forward to reading this work and doing the review!)

Lots of exciting times ahead. Thank you guys, again, for the support, the kindness, and for sticking by us through this decision. I'm looking forward to sharing what is headed our way with y'all!

Happy Hoofin'- Keep the Horse Between You and the Ground Please!
~MM

Sonny's Sunday.... The Final Chapter

All good things must come to an end, and this week Sonny moved on to a new home. I questioned the decision, seemingly endlessly, but in the end I knew on the most base level that it was time. Time for Sonny to move on and shine for another.

It wasn't easy by any means. Cub and Wrecking Crew, always big fans of the Big Red One, had a tough time with it. But, when it came time to load Sonny onto the trailer, Cub "Cowboyed Up" and talked to "his" horse, telling him to be good at his new home. The tears that poured down his cheeks the night before at bedtime were not repeated- he held his feelings in check. He did tell me later on though, (for about the eighty second time,) that when OUR horse finds us, we're never ever never going to find him or her a new home. Ever. NEVER EVER. He was deadly serious about it too, and to make sure I got the point, he looked me square in the eye, and told me, "And Mom, Jo the Wonder Nanny Dog and Kitty Biscuits DAT can't never ever never leave either. They're here until they die of old age, Mom. I'm not kidding." Wrecker- my kitty fan- backed his brother up on that one.

Faced with two *very* determined Little Mens, what else could I do but agree with them? Jo the Wonder Nanny Dog and DAT are here to stay- forever. (Are you kidding? Moving the horse was hard enough. Seeing the empty paddock? Makes me feel... sick. Not having my faithful dog underfoot or my DAT to play with would be too much to bear.)


A new chapter will begin. Our horse is out there- waiting. I'll confess, I'm hoping for spots. Lots and LOTS of spots. While we wait though, I have one small problem... there is a bunch of hay left from Sonny, since I just got a load not that long ago. Gee.... wonder what might happen along to clean it up for me?

Guess we'll just have to wait and see.....!

Here's a hint though:
Cub sure is excited........

Happy Hoofin' Y'all. Treasure your horses.
~MM
(Prayers for Rugby, and Solitaire Mare. She too had a very, very rough weekend.)

Adventures In...... Life? Children? Learning?

Hell, I don't know. But Boy HOWDY did I learn a very important lesson today.

For those of you who do NOT have children, read this "tail" and be forewarned.
You might want to reconsider.


Dawn broke this hot morning, finding the kids and I on our way to a near by client. The horses were trimmed in short order, fresh blueberries were picked from massive bushes, and we were sent on our way with two new squirt guns for the kids. This client is a wonderful lady, who has grandkids, and loves to spoil all kids.


We get home, all of us get showered up and cooled off. We then return the truck to Johnny Reb, and I sit and visit for a moment, discussing plans with Granny for the wonderful blueberry bounty. About fifteen minutes later, I drag myself up to round up my sons and head home.

They were already home.
(Bet you think they're getting into trouble with the squirt guns....)

As I crossed the yard, I heard..... noises.

Not. Good. Noises.

Running. Thumping. Evil little giggles.

I open the door.
Step inside, allow my eyes to adjust some.

Look to the kitchen.



And spy my four year old.

In the kitchen sink.
With the sprayer attachment, clutched in his hand, spraying.

My
Kitchen.

The DAT.

Part of my living room


We're talking almost an INCH of water here folks.


Can we just say
I
Flipped
My
Lid.


TOTALLY.

Kids made the mess, they CLEAN the mess.

I now have two more loads of wash to do, so that we have clean towels for tonight's baths.

The children have been banished to the back room for the rest of the day.

DAT is out trying to dry herself in the sun.
Jo the Chicken in a Dog Suit is hiding under my desk.

Mommy? Yeah. I'll be hitting the sauce soon. Thank God Dear Husband is home soon.

Adventures In Horse Handling

ETA: Please stop over at A Good Horse, and let Solitaire Mare know she and Rugby are in your thoughts. Rugby- for those who may not have read about him- has been critically ill with a Mystery Illness for quite a while now. It appears that the end to his story might be at hand. A young horse, a beautiful horse, who brought Solitaire Mare such joy in the short time they've been together, Rugby needs prayer right now. Let him know you are thinking of him please.


Being in my line of work, I sure see a whole lot of.. umm.. "interesting" things. Hear about a lot of.. umm.. "interesting" things too.

A lot of them make me smile. A lot of them turn out fantastic in the end.
Case in point:
I have a donkey client. I *l-o-v-e* my donkey client. Her owner is a wonderful woman. Now, the first time we trimmed Donkey, we had to use chemical enhancement to get the job done. The owner and I talked a bit, and came up with a plan on teaching Donkey that having her feet handled was OK. And you know what? Five weeks later, that Donkey, thanks to her owner's calm, consistent handling stood wonderfully. No chemicals needed.

Now THAT is a Happy Story Deluxe.

I'm lucky-- there are a lot of those in my life and on my client list. (Because I won't tolerate idiocy, and I won't keep them on the list.)

But then we have the other end of the spectrum. Where we hear/ read/ see things that just make me sit and wonder, and shake my head, thinking "What the hell is WRONG with people?"

My line of work is making lame horses sound. Bringing them comfort. KEEPING them sound and comfortable, or as sound as I can make them, for as long as I can help them. It's a great line of work. I love it. I can't imagine doing ANYTHING else.

So when I see/ hear/ read about a horse that presents with a lameness, and is worked hard ANYWAYS, it kinda trips my trigger some and pisses me off. Most of the time, I shake my head, attempt some control, and will politely attempt at a wee bit of education. (Catch more flies with honey and all that jazz.) But then there are days like today, where I have no "honey" left in the tank. The bees apparently skipped over my refill request, and have left my sweet side bone dry.

I saw/ heard/ read about a horse today that is lame. Hind end lameness. Horse is holding the affected limb off the ground, pawing with it, and presenting with stumbling, tripping, and general strong indications of pain in the limb. (Second presentation- first was several weeks back- same limb, same signs of discomfort. Horse was worked anyway, and given bute, turned out.)

Horse was worked somewhat strenuously anyways, and given bute. Might see the vet in a couple weeks if the issue has not resolved itself.

Look, People, if your horse is showing lameness in such an obvious manner, DO NOT WORK THEM.

The problem is not going to get any better, and in fact, you are taking a rather LARGE chance on making it much WORSE.

In this case, the horse could be presenting with a bad abscess at the best case, to an internal fracture in the hoof capsule, to blown ligaments and tendons, or who knows-- what about a fracture in the joint itself- at the worst case. Since this has not resolved itself in the two to three weeks since the issue was first noted, I'd lean more towards internal injury rather than an abscess. Administering Bute -- which in my opinion is NOT the end all be all of pain management -- is NOT going to fix this horse.

What would I do in this case?
Call the vet.
Use hoof testers judiciously.
Observe and examine animal with eyes and hands.
Order radiographs of the affected limb/ hoof.

Determine an *appropriate* course of treatment dependent upon the findings of the examination.

And I'm pretty damn sure it would NOT involve working the horse. At all.


Listen, horses are NOT machines. They feel pain. They REMEMBER if you work them while they are IN pain. They then develop defensive behaviors to protect themselves from YOU, who worked them while they were in pain. This horse is not just in a small amount of pain- when a horse is reluctant to bear weight on a limb, they freaking HURT. A Lot. Want an example? C'mere. I'll bust your hoof up a bit, and make YOU to work.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is time to bring forth an act that has been in reserve for extremely judicious use. We have not had to bring it out in a significant amount of time. But here it comes...

Dude, You SO Need A Rasp Enema.

Now go call the vet and get that horse tended to, you jackass.

Sonny's Rainy, Stormy, Sultry Sunday

I know-- dirty pool on my part, posting that Sonny was sick and then dropping out of sight. Sorry guys- I have to post this afternoon in between bad (BAD) storms.

Since starting on the acid reducer, Sonny is doing ... well, great. He is bright, seems happy, and is snarfing down hay like there is no tomorrow. While he IS quite "underwhelmed" by the current methods of medication administration, (syringe, mixed with water,) he Cowboy's Up and takes it. I'm pleased with his recovery thus far.

Other than that, there is not much of interest to report. The heat and extreme humidity have kept life miserable. Working in this has been lucky for me- out of the question. Happily though my back has decided to cooperate and be willing to move and do more, which has allowed for my house to get cleaned up. And the paddock. And the dog got a bath.

It's all good.

Back to the grind this week. Actually... I need to say back to the RASP this week, as there are currently a nice number of horsey pedicures on the book. For the early mornings-- no WAY am I out working in this kind of excessive heat- that is just asking for massive trouble.

Hope this finds everyone else doing well. Time for me to shut down again- another round of storms is rolling in and boy howdy has there been a BOATLOAD of lightning flying around. Yowza.

Happy Hoofin Y'all~
~MM

Well, as you can see by the photo, this is about how we all feel over here at The Asylum this morning. Oh- and Sonny is still alive too.


He has hives. He has the runs. He's still worried, but TPR are all within normal limits.

Poor bugger. More as I have it y'all.

It's 11:30 at Night--- Do You Know How Your Horse Is?

Sonny- about 4:30 today. Not. Quite. Right.

I can say, Yes, I do know how my horse is. And right now, it isn't looking all that great.

Y'all, let me just tell you-- it's been one of *THOSE* weeks. For real. A shift in the cosmos? Disruption in the Force? Planet off it's axis? Hell, I don't know- but it's been .... yeah. It's just "been".

I've been watching Sonny close all week long. Monday or Tuesday (I can't remember exactly when now,) he wasn't.... *right*. Nothing to put my finger on- but for sure not *right* either.

Post bath-- way off from Not Quite Right.

Granted, it's been hottern hellfire here. Again. Granted, he's been hot. Miserable. Sweaty. Pestered by those HUGE Freaking Horse Flies (B-52 Bomber Files is what we call them. Rotten bastards.)

No one has been happy or comfortable.

Today must have been the last straw for Sonny.

This morning, he gave me some 'Tude. Typical 'Tude for Sonny, really, but it set off the warning bells. Again. As the temps rose (117* I think here today at one point,) Sonny became more and more miserable.

By 6p, he was laid flat out, grunting, and making pathetic whinny noises when he heard my voice. I dragged him up, cool bathed him for probably a half hour, and hit him with Banamine.

Three hours later, the Banamine stopped working. I hit him again, put a call in to the vet. (Vet is out of town. I'm on my own here now. Yay.)

Started a loading dose of ulcer treatment.

We are now two hours post second Banamine dose, one hour post ulcer treatment dose.

Y'all, pray for Sonny. I don't have a very good feeling about the outcome of this episode.

Off to check him again. He's been quiet, but something does not look *right* to me. Nearest vet? Three hours away. Heroic measures to be taken? No. I'm afraid not. I'll continue to monitor him overnight, walking when needed, administering Banamine as needed, cooling with a bath when needed. That and praying is about all I can do.

BECG- Kick Me. Square in the butt. HARD. For not thinking of ulcers before our talk, and long before now. The pattern of his bellyaches, his behavior, EVERYTHING fits the bill here. KICK. ME. *IF* that is indeed the answer-- this could have well be treated and prevented long ago.

Dammit.

I'll update as I can, and keep you posted.

Anyone Interested In...

A mini clinic in August at the High Country Rendezvous, at Allenspark Lodge in Allenspark CO?

BrownEyedCowgirls, that would be The Perfect chance to get my hands on Turk (even better- we could get Dear Husband to work on him!)

Suggested Topics:
-Anatomy in the Flesh
-Photo Analysis of your horse
-Live demo
- Q & A session(s)
- Hoof Handling


Chime in folks- who's up for a horse blogger meet up/ clinic/ vacation? (Speaking only for myself and Dear Husband for the moment, we sure as shootin' could use a break about that time of year!)

Oh--- added bonus... any shooters? Dear Husband is an NRA Certified Instructor.......

Dear Drunken Horse Owner, (Or, Yes, This Is A PSA!)

Dear Drunken Horse Owner;

Maybe if you were not inebriated most of the time, you would know that messages (2) had been left on your voice mail when your horse was due for a trim. Messages that YOU never bothered to respond to. How do I know you did not respond to the message? Because according to the data on my phone, you never called BACK. (And please, save the bullshit that you called and got no answer. Voice mail works if I am not here. Your number NEVER showed up on the phone, showing you called.)

I called (for the second time, seeing as your horses according to my book, were now 12 weeks post trim,) last night merely to inquire if you would like to schedule an appointment for service.

However.

YOU.
Were rude.

YOU.
Will no longer be welcome ever as a client.

YOU.
Not only were rude, but you LIED to me.

I don't like liars.
I don't like drunks.
And I did not like your horses, who will not stand with out issue.


Here's a tip folks- drinking? No big deal in my book. What you choose to do on your time, at your home is none of my concern. BUT.

When we arrive (on time, on schedule,) and YOU are drunk as Cooter Brown, YOU then become a liability to our safety.

Yes, Drunken Horse Owner, I will not miss you, or your horses, one tiny bit.


Sincerely,
Mrs Mom


Drink all you want folks, but save it for when the vet/ equine dentist/ massage therapist/ chiropractor/ or hoof care provider are NOT working (or attempting to work) on your horse. It's a bad move, and will probably get you dropped as a client in a hurry. And save the bullshit lies please. We know better.