This morning Boo was run over. We are all very sad and he will be missed terribly. Cedar will also be sad because her runnin' buddy is now gone. Boo came to live with us after some heartless moron threw him out of a car when he was a tiny kitten. He was approximately 10 years old. We will remember Boo by the most favorite things he loved to do:
So, at the beach Justin dug this huge hole...for like 2 hours. Then, he crawled out and left. The kids next to us practically fell over each other to play in the fox hole Justin created. We don't know why he did it. Probably don't want to know. But at least we have this entertaining photo to use as blackmail for the rest of his life.
These strange tracks were found all over Martha's yard. We're pretty sure a deer or a cat didn't make them. A fox dragging a chicken could have made them but all of her chickens were acounted for. What could possible make such strange marks in Martha's yard?
I would post a beautiful beach picture but I don't have one. I cried yesterday at work. Not because it was hard. But, just because my desk looked messy. I need a holiday.
Scout got kicked in the face by Lilly. He has a huge knot under his eye. On the bright side Lilly isn't lame anymore. And, Cole has slipped into a depression because he has to live in the stall a little while longer. I need a week at the beach to get away from it all.....
The vet is on her way to my house this morning. Lilly found some way to cut her back hoof off of her foot. She was walking on her toe and her tendons were popping. I booted Scout from the stall to the round pen and Lilly took over the condo. After a frantic call to the ferrier (who assured me everything would be fine and he would come put a shoe on her this week) I calmed down and went to bed. This morning her leg was swollen and she was OBVIOUSLY lame. So, I called the vet. All I need is a massive infection, lamanitis, and then for her to go to that big pasture in the sky. I'll give updates as they come. I hope I don't have to give her shots. That's not in my job discription.
Joy, If I get you a plane ticket back here for 3x a week will you come ride Scout for me? I thought I'd ask. 3 kittens still available....possibly 2. Katie and Justin took Bear home last night. I cried. But now I'm fine (sniff). It's very hard to give away something you spend so much time trying to keep alive by waking up 48 times a night and feeding with a bottle. I'm going to miss all of them. Which reminds me, I have to run home and feed the babies now.
SPIDER
STAR
HAZEL P.
LOTTIE
You'll have to excuse Lottie's apperance. She had just eaten supper. Martha took these photos last night so they are up to date. They all are very chubby kittens...even little Lottie. Star will be good for a fast paced family. She loves to play and spaz out. Hazel P. will be a good lap kitten (just don't tick her off). She has a growl and swat that would take down a rhino. Lottie had a tough start so she's a little behind the others but she is extremely sweet and will probably always be small. Spider and Bear have homes. They are the perfect brothers.
Martha: Does this look like a rack to you?
So, who wants the calico. Or maybe the little black one. The black and white one can finally see. And, she drinks from a bottle. I don't quite know why all the males have been taken and all the females can't find homes. Perhaps it's the legend of Wommy the barn cat. They are all very cute...smelly but cute. In a few weeks they should be able to go to their new homes. I'm so tired of 3 am feedings.
Yes, I went to the horse show. No, the judge didn't like me. So, what do you do if the judge doesn't place your horse? Ride in the next class. Then, ride in the next class. And so forth. Guaranteed by the end of the championship class he will be so worn down that he'll give you a ribbon hoping you will just go away. Thank goodness Cole knows how to canter or we would still be flat walk/running walking around that arena. He actually liked our canter. We ended up with 5th out of 10. A pink ribbon. Oh well. Better than nothing. Cole is now happily in his pasture with his wife Lilly.
Lilly took Scout on his first trail ride on the farm. And, he acted better than she did. WHAT'S UP WITH THAT? Lilly freaked out at a little girl and her dog. Scout never even saw the girl. Lilly balked at the stream (which was dried up) and Scout shoved her over. I guess that's the born difference between a show horse and a trail horse. This week will be a mad rush to get things ready for the show. I have to excercise Cole, clean tack, pack tack, get my monkey suites together...not to mention clean and clip Cole (always a good time). I have my ear appointment on Thursday afternoon and then have to bolt back home to have Cole loaded and picking up another horse before we head to the show grounds. I'm remaining calm.
My doctor actually laughed at me when I told him how I hurt myself. Then we did a hearing test (25% hearing loss in my left ear). He said it my be the joints around the bones so inflamed that it won't let sound pass through or I have broken...or moved a bone. Bone issues require surgery. NOT TODAY! Since my ear drum is so badly bruised I am on Prednizone to make the swelling go down. Now I hear a buzzing sound every time somebody talks. Maybe that's a good sign.
Lilly finally has a new name. In the place of Honky Tonk Badonkadonk is now "Image of Battlecry." She looks so much like her grandaddy I couldn't help myself. I haven't ridden her or Scout all week because I inherited the plague from Martha and Noah. Right as it was going away I damaged my eardrum and now I can't hear out of my left ear. I'm pretty sure by next week I'll have rabies. Instead of riding I've been doing Clinton Anderson ground work with the babies and Cole. We now are no longer afraid of Wal*Mart plastic bags. I won't tell John I haven't ridden until after he gets on Scout on Saturday. Let the rodeo begin.
I've been watching the show "Deadliest Catch" about the snow crab fishermen. It remined me of this picture. I think the biggest thing Tommy and Jimmy caught was a tiny shark. I guess you could consider that deadly. Moving on...I put a call in to the vet today. Cole may have to go in for some testing. He's been acting very nasty lately. He may have a chemical imbalance happening. If so he may have to undergo another gelding (if it was done improperly the first time).
Scout was good 2 whole days in a row. And you know what they say...if they do it twice it's a habit (actually nobody says that). Wow, what hard work to retrain a horse to not be afraid of it's rider. Still not sure what the deal was with the run forward and then throw it in reverse. So, were either out of the woods with the attitude problem or I'll get thrown hard and sustain severe bodily damage. At least he's stopped kicking. And yes, he's grown and calmed down. I'm working with Lilly on the whole walking in a straight line thing. It's very interesting to me that out of every horse I've had they all wander around the road instead of just move forward. Maybe I ride crooked. Who knows...who cares. At least they're rideable. All but Spice anyway.