We have not melted.
Nor have we vaporized,
vanished,
flown the coop,
jumped ship,
fallen off the face of the Earth,
or any other form of disappearing.
Life once again, jumped up. This time however, it has NOT bitten us-- it has just been insanely. busy.
As you can probably tell from the last month or so worth of (admittedly sporadic) posts, the direction of the blog is taking a slow shift as well, seemingly following along with Life At The Asylum.
This past week, we have made a big decision:
Mrs Mom has accepted an employment offer, working for someone other than myself. Shocking, I know. This week has been filled with meetings, note taking, questions, work on the floor, and the past few days, class. Oh HorseFeathers, and my fellow blog writers and friends, have been somewhat neglected in the flurry of activity. "Free time" has been spent.... well, wait. Let's be honest here- "free time" around The Asylum is a misnomer- always has been, probably always will be. Time for "playing" and relaxing online- usually at night after the Locust Brothers are tucked in sound asleep- has been spent re-reading notes, making more notes, coming up with additional ideas, and sorting out how to logistically execute the new plans.
This decision was not an especially easy one, even though Dear Husband and I have been talking about additional income for quite some time. We have both had to face the fact that life- happenings from our younger days have pretty much put a stop to a hoof care practice- physically, it just is not possible to carry on a full practice. We also both decided that it is time- past time, really- that horses once again become a "HOBBY"- something done for pure enjoyment. That goal has been reached. (For the record, the rehab of HoneyMare IS indeed, pure enjoyment. I dearly love seeing horses move from unsound to sound. Would I care to do this full time, with a full schedule? Umm.. let me see here....... NO. But one horse, here and there? Heck yeah!)
So what is the mysterious new employment? What will Mrs Mom be up to, now that she is not involved in horses up to her eyeballs?
This will come as no surprise to many of you who have been reading for a while, or have gotten to know me away from the blog. Shooting sports has been a hobby for a long time now. It is no secret that Dear Husband is a range master, instructor and Operations Manager for a gun range. Staffing issues over the past year and a half have driven him and the range owners batty. Finally, the owners looked at dear Husband and said, "Enough! Call your wife. See if she can meet with us and discuss taking over this interwebz mess!"
And meet we did. Several times, for a good bit of time.
Ladies and Gents, I am pleased to report that Mrs Mom is now the Web Wench/ female instructor/ raneg event coordinator for Patrick's Gun Range.
School this past few days? Adding another Instructor credential. Currently, (and please, click the little *X* up in the right hand corner if talking of firearms disturbs you,) I am proud to have earned the following ratings:
NRA Refuse To Be A Victim Instructor
NRA Pistol Instructor
Range Safety Officer.
What else is going on?
School begins in earnest for the Locust Brothers.
Working- even part time, mostly from home (aside from one day a week on the floor/ scheduling classes/ teaching,) schooling the Locusts, taking care of the homestead, and conditioning Lutin the Pregnant Gelding and HoneyMare, and Mrs Mom is going to be hard pressed for much extra time for a bit. Until I can sort out a schedule of sorts, please do not panic if I am not blogging. I'm here-- just busy as a one armed wall paper hanger. One surefire way to get in touch? Shoot me an email! (swequine@yahoo.com)
That pretty much sums things up from this corner of the world. I'll post again at least once this week, with a horse story from Lutin- he is underwhelmed to say the least at the thought of getting back into some OTHER form of shape other than ROUND. HoneyMare has a story of her own as well- but SHE is HAPPY!
Meantime, stay cool out there if you are sweltering. Enjoy the cool if you are NOT sweltering. And as always,
HAPPY HOOFIN!
~Mrs Mom
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
News From MiKael!
Great news to start the weekend everybody! MiKael made it home last night! She is still weak as a kitten, but she is HOME.
Strong as she has been all her life, this is still going to take quite a while for her to recover from. Right now she is battling with blood clots in her lungs and legs, which we all know can be extremely dangerous in and of itself. Doctor visits begin on Monday, to begin a treatment plan for the cancer. After being hospitalized for a whopping 24 days, MiKael said it was so amazing to just be HOME again. She and Dave truly appreciate the calls, emails and donations- you have all touched their hearts with your support.
And speaking of support, be sure to head over to see Shirley's amazingly beautiful original artwork that she is raffling off for MiKael! I knew Diamond Lazy H produced some truly stunning horses, incredible photographs of rural life and horses, but I never knew what talent Shirley had with simple tools such as paper, pen and ink.
Don't know about you guys, but that bit of news put a song in my heart for the day. MiKael, it is so good to have you back with us at home! And someone, please, sneak a horse to her window so she can get a horse kiss!
Strong as she has been all her life, this is still going to take quite a while for her to recover from. Right now she is battling with blood clots in her lungs and legs, which we all know can be extremely dangerous in and of itself. Doctor visits begin on Monday, to begin a treatment plan for the cancer. After being hospitalized for a whopping 24 days, MiKael said it was so amazing to just be HOME again. She and Dave truly appreciate the calls, emails and donations- you have all touched their hearts with your support.
And speaking of support, be sure to head over to see Shirley's amazingly beautiful original artwork that she is raffling off for MiKael! I knew Diamond Lazy H produced some truly stunning horses, incredible photographs of rural life and horses, but I never knew what talent Shirley had with simple tools such as paper, pen and ink.
Don't know about you guys, but that bit of news put a song in my heart for the day. MiKael, it is so good to have you back with us at home! And someone, please, sneak a horse to her window so she can get a horse kiss!
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Wrecking Crew, Cat Whisperer
No matter where we go,
What we may be doing,
I can always count on Wrecker
To find the cutest, coolest kitties.
Wait-- that SHOULD read,
The coolest, sweetest Kitties find
WRECKER.
The boy is a kitty magnet.
This little guy was SO sweet.
And he loved Wrecker.
Thankfully though, he has a GOOD home with our hay supplier.
So I did not have to endure the pleas to bring him home.
(But truth be told as darn cute as he was, if we had
our dream set up, I would have not hesitated to bring him home!
Just don't tell Dear Husband that part...)
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Holy Exploding Hairballs
**Warning: GunDiva-- skip the first part of this and scroll down to where I start talking about HoneyMare's rehab, 'K?
Yes, you read the title correctly. Holy Exploding Hairballs is right. I kid you not.
Jo the Wonder Nanny Dog is but ONE culprit as it seems I can not escape a house awash in hair no matter what I do, or where I go. For reals. Jo has apparently decided that Winter is going to be here in oh... September and she has commanded her summer coat to drop out. By the ton. You think I'm *kidding*? Over the past week, through daily brushing (because I got tired of having to wear out my poor abused Bissell two or three times a day,) I've been grooming Jo with gusto. The same gusto that is saved for horses in spring time, dropping the winter woolies. In that short time frame, enough hair has come off of old Jo to fill FOUR- yes, you read that right- FOUR plastic grocery bags. That is not counting the 15 or so full canisters from the much abused (and holding up amazingly well) Bissell. It also does not count the hair that has been scrubbed off her miserable hide outside when we play "farm dog". I popped in at Granny's today (where Jo enjoys slipping inside now and again to get a treat,) and was informed that they are STILL getting Jo hair in their vacuum from her short stay with them. That was right about three weeks ago!
Jo is not the only culprit by any means- she is just the biggest contributor. Merp the Derp is blowing some short terrorist errr, terrier hairs too. Not as much as Jo mind you (because there is about oh.... EIGHT TIMES more Jo than there is Murphy the Merp the Derp,) but she is contributing.
Then we have Kitty DAT. DAT, whose silky smooth coat mystifies us with the color and patterns mixed through out.. DAT who loves to have attention (but not in public- it MUST be provided to her in the wash room, on the washing machine.) DAT whose freaking hair is so fine and silky that it gets up in your nose and ... STAYS there. Causing sneezing for a full day. Coating Dear Husband's work shirts with a fine layer of shimmering fuzz. Dang DAT. "Oh Pet Me!! Pick Me Up! Let Me RUB On YOU!!!" You know she is plotting something. You know she is waiting to just ... just.... wrest in as much of her fine, penetrating, shimmering, silky smooth fuzz as she possibly can from her slinky DAT body and deposit all OVER you. (But how can one resist the siren song of this little seven pound green eyed devious little DAT? I can't... *sigh*)
Porch Cat helps too, even though she lives outside 24/7. See, with the big black menace, one is not allowed to pet her. Oh no. The RULES are: You either lean on HER railing or sit on HER porch steps, and SHE will approach and pet YOU. By pet, I mean slam her 20 pounds into you time and again (which by the way is actually an amazing back massage in it's own right), getting her fill of attention while at the same time depositing a tremendous amount of very long very soft jet black hair all over your shirt. Or your legs. Or where ever she chose to pet you. (And yes, she WILL enforce the RULES too, with either a swat of her mighty paw - claws included- OR she will unleash her fangs and deliver a bite.)
You'd think that I could escape some of this freaking hair by visiting the horses. I mean, the spring shed was LONG ago, right? So we ought to be safe for a little while, right?
Yeah. Umm... hate to say it... but.. NOT. BOTH horses are blowing coat like crazy too. I think they are caught up in Jo's paranoia that Winter is coming and that it will be here sometime next week. Daily grooming has me grooming myself before I come back inside to get rid of a pound or three of horse hair. Though I suppose it wouldn't make a dang bit of difference, adding in a little equine fuzz to the canine and feline variety here.
Now to examine the last culprit. Long long hair, generally kept braided to control it.... Yep- it's mine. (Seriously GunDiva, STOP READING THIS NOW!!!) I grabbed a quick shower this afternoon. Scrubbed the mop. Went to rinse the shampoo out and dang it if *I* have not been corrupted into thinking it is time for the pre-winter shed as well. DANG. Nothing like a handful of hair wrapped around and around your fingers. (Diva, you were TOLD to STOP READING!!! DO NOT yell at me for making you gag!!) All I could think was, "Damn... that would so make GunDiva puke...."
At this rate, we are going to be a household of baldies. All of us. There will be nekkid animals all over the place. And my hat will be glued on until my hair decides to grow back.
===> GunDiva- you can start reading again!!
Right. HoneyMare. Well, we had a few interesting days where her name went from HONEYMARE to HoneyBiotchMare. It seems she was feeling the need to attempt to take charge and exert her Alpha status over we paltry humans, since trying to boss Lutin about was in no way shape or form working. *ahem* And THAT Ladies and Gents, went over about like a turd in a punch bowl.
Lately however, I am pleased to announce that her attitude is perking up considerably. She is moving consistently better, and slowly slowly we are seeing some muscle begin to form where it so desperately needed to. The past two days she has carried a light weight passenger. The first night I had concerns over her front end. She started out in the paddock walking somewhat short in front. However, after a grooming and massage with Secret Sauce*, she seemed to warm right out of any stiffness. By the five minute mark, both old mare and rider were all smiles. Tonight there was no front end stiffness to speak of, and the muscling over her croup was not sensitive to the touch. In fact, the only flinch zone she had tonight was on her wither. Progress-- slow in the making, but in this girls case, slow and steady will win the race.
A change in her general attitude about being caught is coming about as well. Normally, HoneyMare likes to make you work a bit to get her caught up. Except my paddock is set up to MY advantage there and not HERS. It has not taken long for her to realize the following:
A) Good things happen when you are caught here- like grooming, baths, carrots, walks... Nice stuff!
B) BAD things happen when you are a naughty pony and you try to elude Auntie Mrs Mom, as you then have to trot around until Auntie Mrs Mom relents and says, yes, you may stop now. (For the record, most of this with HoneyMare was moving her all of three strides before she was begging to be caught. Not like some of the other beasties we've met in the past.... who will keep messing with you for hours on end....)
Tonight, instead of me having to move the old girl around a bit, she walked one lap around me (as if on a lunge line) and then marched right to me, ears up, eyes bright, and --- drum roll please, cause I *never* expected this-- she stuck her nose into the halter. Who says you can't teach old dogs new tricks? That silly mare had me trained to expect her to make me earn being with her, catching her, bathing her! And here she was, marching right up and sticking her nose out!
Next time, I need to do my best to remember to discuss why we are doing straight line work as much as possible with both HoneyMare AND the Pregnant Gelding. In the meantime, pray for my poor abused vacuum cleaner, that it may hold out just this one last shedding attack! (So far the cheap $40 Bissell we picked up out of desperation FIVE YEARS AGO is holding up AMAZINGLY well. We never expected it to last, but it has proven to be a wonderful little machine that put up with just about daily abuse! YAY FOR MY BISSELL!)
Happy Hoofin' Y'all- stay cool out there!
~MM
*There is no "secret sauce"... just some good old Biegeloil and elbow grease!
Yes, you read the title correctly. Holy Exploding Hairballs is right. I kid you not.
Jo the Wonder Nanny Dog is but ONE culprit as it seems I can not escape a house awash in hair no matter what I do, or where I go. For reals. Jo has apparently decided that Winter is going to be here in oh... September and she has commanded her summer coat to drop out. By the ton. You think I'm *kidding*? Over the past week, through daily brushing (because I got tired of having to wear out my poor abused Bissell two or three times a day,) I've been grooming Jo with gusto. The same gusto that is saved for horses in spring time, dropping the winter woolies. In that short time frame, enough hair has come off of old Jo to fill FOUR- yes, you read that right- FOUR plastic grocery bags. That is not counting the 15 or so full canisters from the much abused (and holding up amazingly well) Bissell. It also does not count the hair that has been scrubbed off her miserable hide outside when we play "farm dog". I popped in at Granny's today (where Jo enjoys slipping inside now and again to get a treat,) and was informed that they are STILL getting Jo hair in their vacuum from her short stay with them. That was right about three weeks ago!
Jo is not the only culprit by any means- she is just the biggest contributor. Merp the Derp is blowing some short terrorist errr, terrier hairs too. Not as much as Jo mind you (because there is about oh.... EIGHT TIMES more Jo than there is Murphy the Merp the Derp,) but she is contributing.
Then we have Kitty DAT. DAT, whose silky smooth coat mystifies us with the color and patterns mixed through out.. DAT who loves to have attention (but not in public- it MUST be provided to her in the wash room, on the washing machine.) DAT whose freaking hair is so fine and silky that it gets up in your nose and ... STAYS there. Causing sneezing for a full day. Coating Dear Husband's work shirts with a fine layer of shimmering fuzz. Dang DAT. "Oh Pet Me!! Pick Me Up! Let Me RUB On YOU!!!" You know she is plotting something. You know she is waiting to just ... just.... wrest in as much of her fine, penetrating, shimmering, silky smooth fuzz as she possibly can from her slinky DAT body and deposit all OVER you. (But how can one resist the siren song of this little seven pound green eyed devious little DAT? I can't... *sigh*)
Porch Cat helps too, even though she lives outside 24/7. See, with the big black menace, one is not allowed to pet her. Oh no. The RULES are: You either lean on HER railing or sit on HER porch steps, and SHE will approach and pet YOU. By pet, I mean slam her 20 pounds into you time and again (which by the way is actually an amazing back massage in it's own right), getting her fill of attention while at the same time depositing a tremendous amount of very long very soft jet black hair all over your shirt. Or your legs. Or where ever she chose to pet you. (And yes, she WILL enforce the RULES too, with either a swat of her mighty paw - claws included- OR she will unleash her fangs and deliver a bite.)
You'd think that I could escape some of this freaking hair by visiting the horses. I mean, the spring shed was LONG ago, right? So we ought to be safe for a little while, right?
Yeah. Umm... hate to say it... but.. NOT. BOTH horses are blowing coat like crazy too. I think they are caught up in Jo's paranoia that Winter is coming and that it will be here sometime next week. Daily grooming has me grooming myself before I come back inside to get rid of a pound or three of horse hair. Though I suppose it wouldn't make a dang bit of difference, adding in a little equine fuzz to the canine and feline variety here.
Now to examine the last culprit. Long long hair, generally kept braided to control it.... Yep- it's mine. (Seriously GunDiva, STOP READING THIS NOW!!!) I grabbed a quick shower this afternoon. Scrubbed the mop. Went to rinse the shampoo out and dang it if *I* have not been corrupted into thinking it is time for the pre-winter shed as well. DANG. Nothing like a handful of hair wrapped around and around your fingers. (Diva, you were TOLD to STOP READING!!! DO NOT yell at me for making you gag!!) All I could think was, "Damn... that would so make GunDiva puke...."
At this rate, we are going to be a household of baldies. All of us. There will be nekkid animals all over the place. And my hat will be glued on until my hair decides to grow back.
===> GunDiva- you can start reading again!!
Right. HoneyMare. Well, we had a few interesting days where her name went from HONEYMARE to HoneyBiotchMare. It seems she was feeling the need to attempt to take charge and exert her Alpha status over we paltry humans, since trying to boss Lutin about was in no way shape or form working. *ahem* And THAT Ladies and Gents, went over about like a turd in a punch bowl.
Lately however, I am pleased to announce that her attitude is perking up considerably. She is moving consistently better, and slowly slowly we are seeing some muscle begin to form where it so desperately needed to. The past two days she has carried a light weight passenger. The first night I had concerns over her front end. She started out in the paddock walking somewhat short in front. However, after a grooming and massage with Secret Sauce*, she seemed to warm right out of any stiffness. By the five minute mark, both old mare and rider were all smiles. Tonight there was no front end stiffness to speak of, and the muscling over her croup was not sensitive to the touch. In fact, the only flinch zone she had tonight was on her wither. Progress-- slow in the making, but in this girls case, slow and steady will win the race.
A change in her general attitude about being caught is coming about as well. Normally, HoneyMare likes to make you work a bit to get her caught up. Except my paddock is set up to MY advantage there and not HERS. It has not taken long for her to realize the following:
A) Good things happen when you are caught here- like grooming, baths, carrots, walks... Nice stuff!
B) BAD things happen when you are a naughty pony and you try to elude Auntie Mrs Mom, as you then have to trot around until Auntie Mrs Mom relents and says, yes, you may stop now. (For the record, most of this with HoneyMare was moving her all of three strides before she was begging to be caught. Not like some of the other beasties we've met in the past.... who will keep messing with you for hours on end....)
Tonight, instead of me having to move the old girl around a bit, she walked one lap around me (as if on a lunge line) and then marched right to me, ears up, eyes bright, and --- drum roll please, cause I *never* expected this-- she stuck her nose into the halter. Who says you can't teach old dogs new tricks? That silly mare had me trained to expect her to make me earn being with her, catching her, bathing her! And here she was, marching right up and sticking her nose out!
Next time, I need to do my best to remember to discuss why we are doing straight line work as much as possible with both HoneyMare AND the Pregnant Gelding. In the meantime, pray for my poor abused vacuum cleaner, that it may hold out just this one last shedding attack! (So far the cheap $40 Bissell we picked up out of desperation FIVE YEARS AGO is holding up AMAZINGLY well. We never expected it to last, but it has proven to be a wonderful little machine that put up with just about daily abuse! YAY FOR MY BISSELL!)
Happy Hoofin' Y'all- stay cool out there!
~MM
*There is no "secret sauce"... just some good old Biegeloil and elbow grease!
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Out Of The Mouths Of Babes
And the haze is this heavy...
You know we are in for a HOT, HUMID, MESS of a day.
But--- thanks to
As I staggered into the house, all my boys (and the dogs) came up to greet me. Jo and Murphy don't care about how I might or might not happen to smell, but Wrecking Crew sure did. He came rushing up with every intention of giving me a hug and stopped dead in his tracks. Wish I had the camera handy to get the expression on his cute little face...
He wrinkled up his nose, pinched it shut with one hand and frantically waved the other in the air in between us. Then the little goober looked me dead in the eye and proclaimed LOUDLY,
"Gads Mom, you STINK! What the heck did you DO this morning?"
Granted- I did not smell like a bed of roses. But I didn't think it was THAT bad. However, when Dear Husband- dressed for work and ready to head out the door, kept HIS distance from me as well, I decided that yeah.. maybe the scents wafting off of me were just a wee bit offensive.
Ahh the lovely aftermath of trimming hooves.
*For the record, I've since showered, changed clothes and WASHED the clothes I was wearing, and I can STILL smell some of the scent now and again. Gotta love this job, to do this job~
I see MiKael was able to post, and she mentioned the nasty "C" word. According to the last update from Dave, more surgery ensued on Sunday and MiKael once again had a tough time with medications to control the pain. Please keep her and the entire family (and all the horses) in your thoughts and prayers. I know MiKael is missing reading all her favorite blogs- here's hoping she'll be able to join us again soon. In the meantime, if anyone would like to chip in for them, hit me up with an email (swequine@yahoo.com.)
That is really about it for right now. Not much exciting going on. Think I'll go and do some "winda shopping" online and see what kind of goodies we can drool over/ dream about. Oh... and then I'll post some links too, so you guys can play along!
Stay cool and Happy Hoofin
~MM
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Bits of Randomness
Are you KIDDING me Blogger? I've been trying for 30 minutes now to add photos to this post. Do YOU, Blogger, need a RASP ENEMA?? HMmMMMMM?
Apparently we are doomed to a post sans photos. Dangitall. I'll do my best to illustrate with words for you though, so maybe at least some interesting mental images may arise.
First up on the Random List:
Murphy had her spay yesterday. Yes ladies and gents, our sweet little farm dog mascot has been thwarted from reproducing. Trust me on this-- that is a Very Good Thing. Cute she is indeed. Bright? Not so much. (Or as they quip often here in the Southland, Bless Her Heeeaarrrt!)
Our beloved small animal vet sent her home with a Cone of Shame. Which I promptly took off once we arrived home. Yes yes, I did contemplate leaving with out the mean thing on her little head, but as soon as she plonked down at my feet she went right for the sutures. Since I was alone in the retrieve the dog from the vet duties, the added device was able to keep her contained and prevent suture removal in the truck.
We attempted to put her to bed in her crate with it on last night. Can we just say... FAIL? The Cone of Shame was too big to fit into the crate with Murph, so I was forced to improvise. Sanitary napkins, ace bandage and duct tape. Those three items can fix ANYTHING.Convincing Murphy she could WALK with her improvised cover in place though was HIGHLY entertaining. She'd bow her little body to one side or the other, try to take two steps and promptly fall right over. Poor little thing took about 20 minutes last night to make it from the kitchen to the couch. (Trust me- The Asylum is NOT that large.) I am a mean, MEAN Mommy because I Laughed. My. Butt. Off. at her. Poor little thing.But, the good news is Murph left her incision alone all night long like a good little short bus riding winda lickin puppy. Currently she is at my feet, happily gnawing a hoof cookie into submission. And leaving her tender belly alone. Goooood puppy!
Next up on the agenda, a HoneyMare update.
HoneyMare is going to get herself a new nickname. Wild-eyed crazy biotch has come to mind a time or three. Apparently, the massage, hand walking and supplements are doing HoneyMare some good as she has turned into a raving lunatic (not really- just a big B-I-T-C-H) at feeding time. Bad HoneyMare, Bad Bad Bad. Ears pinned FLAT back to her skull, neck stretched (yay! She can Stretch Her Neck!!) as far forward as she can reach it, eyes bugging out of her head, she trots back and forth in a big floaty trot (yay!! She can TROT!!) obsessing over where the hay will go and stressing herself over whether or not Lutin is going to get to it first.
Now I have to laugh. She can posture all she wants to Lutin. Frankly, he looks at me, looks at her, looks at me, shakes his head (flipping his lovely mane about) and he takes what he wants when he wants it. He has proven to be a benevolent dictator however, and has not once injured HoneyMare in the meal time shuffle. All he has to do is move her way, flip an ear back, shake his neck and HoneyMare high tails it out of the way. For my part, I protect her at night when she needs to eat her supplements, and there are usually 4 to 5 decent sized hay piles scattered all over the paddock for them to choose from. It seems the scattering of the hay not only gives them distance from one another but it encourages additional movement. HoneyBitchMare is looking better, moving better, and.... well her behavior sucks of late but this too shall pass.
Next up on our agenda, is MiKael. Still in the hospital, still weak but hopefully gaining. I know how hard this is going to make everything for her and husband Dave, and I'd like to help somehow. Mikey said collecting donations via PayPal might be a good thing, so I am now throwing the idea out to all y'all- what say you? Care to chip in so MiKael might have something to fall back on once she is released? Email me and let me know. (swequine@yahoo.com)
And last but in NO WAY least...
A gathering of horse bloggers.
In Colorado.
High in the mountains, with fresh sweet mountain air... stunning scenery... amazing trails to ride on... absolutely incredible food.... hosts that will warm your heart and soul in an instant... and a Lodge that is more like a true HOME than any commercial venue ever could be. Yes, it is almost THAT time again. High Country Rendezvous at Allenspark Lodge, Allenspark CO. August 4 through 7. Hit up GunDiva's blog for all the pertinent information. Will Mrs Mom and Mr Mrs Mom be there? Sadly, we don't know yet. But there WILL be some fantastic folks there to meet and greet! I can guaran-dang-tee that the food will be amazing, company outstanding, views spectacular, beds cozy and comfortable-- it's the stuff dreams are made of. Now, if indeed we can not make it out, I have a request. Please, someone, give Juanita and Bill a HUGE hug from me, rub Lodge Dog Sophie's belly from Mr Mrs Mom, and RIDE THE TRAILS for me. Pretty please. With lots of Lutin Kisses on Top.
That about does it for today's randomness. Everyone have a wonderful weekend, cover lots of ground on your trusty steeds and remember- come back and blog about it!!
Happy Hoofin'
~MM
Apparently we are doomed to a post sans photos. Dangitall. I'll do my best to illustrate with words for you though, so maybe at least some interesting mental images may arise.
First up on the Random List:
Murphy had her spay yesterday. Yes ladies and gents, our sweet little farm dog mascot has been thwarted from reproducing. Trust me on this-- that is a Very Good Thing. Cute she is indeed. Bright? Not so much. (Or as they quip often here in the Southland, Bless Her Heeeaarrrt!)
Our beloved small animal vet sent her home with a Cone of Shame. Which I promptly took off once we arrived home. Yes yes, I did contemplate leaving with out the mean thing on her little head, but as soon as she plonked down at my feet she went right for the sutures. Since I was alone in the retrieve the dog from the vet duties, the added device was able to keep her contained and prevent suture removal in the truck.
We attempted to put her to bed in her crate with it on last night. Can we just say... FAIL? The Cone of Shame was too big to fit into the crate with Murph, so I was forced to improvise. Sanitary napkins, ace bandage and duct tape. Those three items can fix ANYTHING.Convincing Murphy she could WALK with her improvised cover in place though was HIGHLY entertaining. She'd bow her little body to one side or the other, try to take two steps and promptly fall right over. Poor little thing took about 20 minutes last night to make it from the kitchen to the couch. (Trust me- The Asylum is NOT that large.) I am a mean, MEAN Mommy because I Laughed. My. Butt. Off. at her. Poor little thing.But, the good news is Murph left her incision alone all night long like a good little short bus riding winda lickin puppy. Currently she is at my feet, happily gnawing a hoof cookie into submission. And leaving her tender belly alone. Goooood puppy!
Next up on the agenda, a HoneyMare update.
HoneyMare is going to get herself a new nickname. Wild-eyed crazy biotch has come to mind a time or three. Apparently, the massage, hand walking and supplements are doing HoneyMare some good as she has turned into a raving lunatic (not really- just a big B-I-T-C-H) at feeding time. Bad HoneyMare, Bad Bad Bad. Ears pinned FLAT back to her skull, neck stretched (yay! She can Stretch Her Neck!!) as far forward as she can reach it, eyes bugging out of her head, she trots back and forth in a big floaty trot (yay!! She can TROT!!) obsessing over where the hay will go and stressing herself over whether or not Lutin is going to get to it first.
Now I have to laugh. She can posture all she wants to Lutin. Frankly, he looks at me, looks at her, looks at me, shakes his head (flipping his lovely mane about) and he takes what he wants when he wants it. He has proven to be a benevolent dictator however, and has not once injured HoneyMare in the meal time shuffle. All he has to do is move her way, flip an ear back, shake his neck and HoneyMare high tails it out of the way. For my part, I protect her at night when she needs to eat her supplements, and there are usually 4 to 5 decent sized hay piles scattered all over the paddock for them to choose from. It seems the scattering of the hay not only gives them distance from one another but it encourages additional movement. HoneyBitchMare is looking better, moving better, and.... well her behavior sucks of late but this too shall pass.
Next up on our agenda, is MiKael. Still in the hospital, still weak but hopefully gaining. I know how hard this is going to make everything for her and husband Dave, and I'd like to help somehow. Mikey said collecting donations via PayPal might be a good thing, so I am now throwing the idea out to all y'all- what say you? Care to chip in so MiKael might have something to fall back on once she is released? Email me and let me know. (swequine@yahoo.com)
And last but in NO WAY least...
A gathering of horse bloggers.
In Colorado.
High in the mountains, with fresh sweet mountain air... stunning scenery... amazing trails to ride on... absolutely incredible food.... hosts that will warm your heart and soul in an instant... and a Lodge that is more like a true HOME than any commercial venue ever could be. Yes, it is almost THAT time again. High Country Rendezvous at Allenspark Lodge, Allenspark CO. August 4 through 7. Hit up GunDiva's blog for all the pertinent information. Will Mrs Mom and Mr Mrs Mom be there? Sadly, we don't know yet. But there WILL be some fantastic folks there to meet and greet! I can guaran-dang-tee that the food will be amazing, company outstanding, views spectacular, beds cozy and comfortable-- it's the stuff dreams are made of. Now, if indeed we can not make it out, I have a request. Please, someone, give Juanita and Bill a HUGE hug from me, rub Lodge Dog Sophie's belly from Mr Mrs Mom, and RIDE THE TRAILS for me. Pretty please. With lots of Lutin Kisses on Top.
That about does it for today's randomness. Everyone have a wonderful weekend, cover lots of ground on your trusty steeds and remember- come back and blog about it!!
Happy Hoofin'
~MM
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Rising Rainbow Arabians Update
I know quite a few of you read MiKael's blog as well. Husband Dave had posted an update a bit back, (and unintentionally scared the dickens out of us) that MiKael was in the hospital. It's been mighty quiet over there, and I've been pretty worried.
It was a big relief to me today when the phone rang, and MiKael was on the other end of the line. She is still in the hospital, she's had some intensive surgery and unfortunately some complications arose from it. However, she is progressing and gaining ground.
She asked me to pass along how much she misses reading everyone's blogs and talking back and forth with y'all. Right now, she is still pretty weak, and is spending a lot of time resting and recovering as much as she can. She'll keep in touch as she can and I'll be sure to post any news I can from her.
So MiKael, you just rest up, get strong and well again. Know that there are a LOT of people out here pulling for you, hoping to see you back in the equi-blogosphere right quick!
Someone needs to sort out how to bottle kisses from her beautiful horse Legs and smuggle them into the hospital for her. A good horse cuddle session would see MiKael back on her feet in no time I bet!
It was a big relief to me today when the phone rang, and MiKael was on the other end of the line. She is still in the hospital, she's had some intensive surgery and unfortunately some complications arose from it. However, she is progressing and gaining ground.
She asked me to pass along how much she misses reading everyone's blogs and talking back and forth with y'all. Right now, she is still pretty weak, and is spending a lot of time resting and recovering as much as she can. She'll keep in touch as she can and I'll be sure to post any news I can from her.
So MiKael, you just rest up, get strong and well again. Know that there are a LOT of people out here pulling for you, hoping to see you back in the equi-blogosphere right quick!
Someone needs to sort out how to bottle kisses from her beautiful horse Legs and smuggle them into the hospital for her. A good horse cuddle session would see MiKael back on her feet in no time I bet!
Friday, July 1, 2011
Can You Help To Right A Wrong?
The gelding in the photos today was one of the victims of a particular brand of LUNACY. Entrusted by his owners to provide a retirement home, the loons of "LOONIE FARMS" instead violated the contract held between the horse's owners and their establishment. The horse was NOT among those recovered or identified as the clean up occurred.
Some details about the handsome fellow:
- He IS tattooed
- Does NOT load well
- Will pace the field if left alone/ does NOT like night turn out
- 11 years old
- The only white on him is on his rear pasterns
- He does have a whirl on his face
Look- these people do not sound like the typical don't give a rat's arse what happens to the horse. They've been advertising on the local sales sites for a while now, trying to find this horse. For whatever reason the horse was placed with the LUNATICS, (things DO happen that are beyond our control at times as we all know), they are now doing their level best to locate this gelding and take him home.
I for one can not imagine what they are going through. We all know how easy it is to move horses these days, (even with the EVH-1 outbreak), so the chances are this horse could be anywhere - not just in the south east. The owner (sorry- I can not think of these folks as "former" when they are going through an extensive amount of effort to locate the horse) is in contact with Stolen Horses International as well.
Best of luck to the owners in trying to find this guy. I hope to high heaven he turns up fine and loved, in a safe and secure home.
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