Thursday, January 26, 2012

Big Rant

Again, it has been quite some time since I last "blogged". For the most part I decided that people didn't need to know every little thing about me, my horses and what we do. Being back home and not working with the adoption program left me with little to say. I didn't and don't want to publicize my health issues (the reason for returning to Canada), so I just haven't said much of anything...
I recently stumbled across a Face Book page and it has me pissed. I've never been one to hide information and if I have something to say, I say it, AND I've never been afraid to name names because the truth always wins out in the end.

That said, I got a name for ya'll, if anyone out there actually bothers to check in with my bog anymor that is!

Mendy McEwen
This big heifer created a page on Facebook for Johnny. She stole pictures from this blog and added her comments to them, more or less calling me a liar in regards to what happened with Johnny's eye injury. I assume that she also really didn't read my full account of things or (I hope) she wouldn't have been stupid enough to make her own statement:
"My injury. Mom won't say what she says happened on here due to her blog postings where she sites "looking into liability" for some other person because of an "aggressive mare". Hey dipsquat, you cannot sue someone because a horse is aggressive. It's your responsibility to manage the animals in your care and if you knew the horse was aggressive, isolate it. DUH!!!
Feb 28, 2010"

Obviously, she didn't read that I rented this pasture, which means it's mine and not available for the landlord to dump a couple horses in with mine, which is what the guy did. Therein lies the liability factor. In case Mendy comes back to check for more pictures, maybe she'll get a lesson in law...

I doubt it with someone like her. As they say, a good offence is the best defence and Mendy is using this saying to her advantage. She's got it in for me, has a hate on, or whatever her problem is that she feels she has to attack me is beyond me. Frankly I don't give a rat's ass what she might think of me. I know what I think of her and her dealer type practices when it comes to horses. I've kept my mouth shut for almost 4 years about her bullshit to get rid of a horse, which I was stupid enough to take on. Jack, the Kiger was free to good home. I still have the email where she posted to a yahoo group an update on several of her horses, being very positive about Jack. WRONG!
After getting him from her we discovered that he likes to stomp on your foot and then take off to the right. He is very good at this and getting loose from his handler. Mendy did say that he does this (jerks away, not the stomping) with some of the kids but is very respectful of her. I personally think she never would have mentioned this little trait of his if he hadn't done it while we were there to pick him up in June 07. January 08 I run into her and she doesn't even remember me until I mention Jack. "Oh Bolter Jack" she says and runs off, too busy to give me the time of day. I'm left thinking "Bolter Jack???" What else hasn't she told me about his damn horse? Fast forward to 2009. I gave Jack to my brother in-law as he was very friendly with the wife and daughter over the fence and they "loved him". All was fine until daughter tried riding or leading him anywhere. The horse put her and another girl in the hospital with his  antics in the fall of 09. In the meantime, Wendy gets wind of the horse being at my brother in-laws (reading my blog?)and demands him back... almost a year and half later, by way of a threatening and rude phone call at about 7 AM in the morning. WTF? At the time of pick up, once the horse was on the trailer and we were ready to leave, Mendy did say something about first right of refusal. I asked Jack's owner about this and was told not to worry about it as she was fully aware that I took Jack on to add to his training and rehome him, I never had any deliberate intention of keeping him. Anyway... my response to Mendy's demand in the fall of 09 is where the bitterness on her part comes in I believe. The owner was upset with me for letting a comment she'd made slip. OOPS. Some things slip out and personally I didn't see it as an issue but she did. We're not friends anymore... and this is what I believe led to the phone call from Mendy.
My response? Sure, you can have him back, once you pay the bill for care, worming, farrier, and training for the past however many months is was. Never heard back from her...

Ok, there's the history. Now back to Johnny.
Here are other comments Mendy made on the facebook page, under my pictures that she uses without my permission:

Another view of it.....anyone can tell it's been injured beyond repair..........supposedly this was when I got home from the vet with a tube of antibiotics. This pic makes mom mad because she doesnt see any signs of the eye flushing or washing of it a vet probably would have done (since she has 2 blind horses & one with cancer in the eye that was removed she MIGHT know a bit about it) To her it appears there's "eye gunk" that would have been removed and probably not oozed out in a trailer ride home. Hmmmmmm
Note the use of "supposedly" and the further questioning of the vet, the trip to the vet and  well everything pretty much.
Just for you Mendy since you either didn't read the whole post or chose not to report it accurately in your comments, the vet is Dr Dana Gillig, Sedalia Veterinary Center (660) 826-2285. You could call there now, almost 3 years later and I'm sure they will still remember since it was a unique visit, paid for by the BLM and approved by Karen Malloy herself. Call Karen too while you're doing this real research, if you're so inclined. I doubt you will because you like to offer Johnny up as the poor, abused horse you rescued fromthe adopter who didn't want him

What a hypocritical piece of shit you are! Trying to smear someone else you don't even have the guts to name with your lame ass veiled accusations.

Next comment she makes:
This is me with another wild mustang in my previous home. This was after my injury. I don't think I look "worthless" and "unadoptable" Do you??

Mendy refers to Bailey as "another wild mustang". Remember these pictures are all on my blog so feel free to check... Is there a brand on her neck? NO! Where does this big heifer get the notion in her head that Bailey is a mustang, never mind a wild one? This is a very excellent example of what some people with vivid immaginations or poor judgement can do with a picture.

Also, neither Ron nor I have ever mentioned Johnny as worthless or unadoptable. I did say (you can check the blog) that I worried that the BLM would term him as unadoptable, which they did not! AFTER this injury Ron went ahead and adopted Johnny because my 90 days was more than up with him as a foster horse and the BLM had requested he be returned. I still think it was a nice thing for Ron to do, and Mendy has taken that nice act and turned into a tabloid worthy story of abuse, uncaring people and worse. Ron wanted to rename him Blue. He was Johnny from Day 1 back in March 09 when I picked him up at the Humansville adoption. He was named after his adopter, who later decided to go with another horse I'd picked up, but Johnny's name never changed despite Mendy's comments to the contrary - again taking what was said and twisting it for her own benefit.

Now here's the personal part in all this....
It wasn't because I didn't care,
It wasn't because Ron didn't care,
It wasn't because Johnny was worthless,
It wasn't because Johnny was blind in one eye,
It wasn't because we didn't want him,

Mendy was at the Columbia adoption when we brought him back - Has she ever mentioned that I was crying when I unloaded him and led him into a pen, and was asked to remove his halter? Hell no, that would not suit her purpose!
Did she ever say that all but two of my horses were rehomed? Nope
Johnny was returned because I had to give up all but two horses, in order to return to Canada to get medical treatment. Now, in her defence, she doesn't know I have Multiple Sclerosis, COPD and severe arthritis, and the why of my return to Canada. Only a very small handful of people know the extent of my medical woes. Sorry, make that knew now that I've posted it.
Law forbids taking an untitled horse out of the United States, AND he wasn't mine anyway. Ron also sold off all but two horses because of my leaving. We had 13.... He's an over-the-road truck driver and just not able to take care of that many horses on his own. He even sold his beloved Jake, which he later regretted. I bought that horse back and placed him back in the pasture on the day I left for Canada - my parting gift to Ron. Ron couldn't keep Johnny, he wouldn't be able to give him the attention he'd need or get him started under saddle when he's only home maybe one weekend per month. He made the decision to return Johnny to the BLM, not me. It was no longer my decision to make. I wanted to leave his halter on so people would see that he was already gentled and make him more appealing to potential adopters. Gabby instructed me to remove it. Mendy was there to see all of this and knew she was getting a gentled mustang, and not the poor abused, worthless horse she posits him to be.

Mendy, people like you disgust me. People like you are the cause of the back-stabbing bullshit that goes on in Missouri when it comes to the Mustangs. People like you are the reason decent people like me gave up on foster and TIP horses. Don't think for one minute that I give you all the credit because I know you well enough to know you'd see it as "victory" of some sort in that twisted thing you call your mind. You and a few others are not in this for the good of the mustangs - you're in it for the attention it gets you and the money you think you make. I remember well how skinny Jack was and a few others you had at your "ranch". I remember what Wyoming looked like when Karen got/took him back from you, and I remember a few pictures you'd posted (and since removed) of Johnny after only a few months in your care - bedraggled, skinny, dull coat... That about sums it up for me.

Finally, I hope this post comes to your attention, you fat, two-faced, back-stabbing bitch!

And with that, I think I'm done with blogging. Don't need the stress of assholes taking little parts of a blog and twisting them to suit their own agendas.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Another Summer Come and Gone

Well... Another summer has come and gone. Having no vehicle has been a bitch to put it bluntly. Got to ride Earl TWICE all year, and that's it. The good news is that both were very nice rides, lazy wanderings spent exploring the roads and trails around the farm.
I've uploaded pictures first, and will attempt to type around them. Hope it works!

This first picture was taken during our first ride of the year, and is a view of the road and property on either side during out wanderings. It's the same road the farm is located on. Since being moved over here in March, Earl has not once escaped and gone visiting! I take that as a huge approval on his part, he's content to have Steevie and a herd of cowgirls all to himself. I have a bunch of pictures of his "cowgirls" but they're still in the camera waiting for me to move them to the computer. One of these days...

This is a view of the barn on our way home. Come winter the horses and cows will  have access to it to get in out of the weather if they so choose. I already caught Earl in there once - very surprising considering he's never been inside a barn before. I'd hunted all over the farm for him and Steevie one day and couldn't find them. It was a hot day in July and I finally came to the conclusion that Uncle must have moved them, as there had been some talk of doing that. On my way back from the various fields (I searched them all!) I spotted a cow coming our of the barn and I wondered....
Sure enough, I look inside and there's Earl and Steevie enjoying the coolness of the barn. Earl's head popped up and he got this look onhis face that said BUSTED! and took off out of the barn before I could get a picture of my once wild Mustang enjoying the conforts of a domestic horse! Steevie was the smart one, she'd spotted the apples I had with me and came to me for one. I had to go back outside to give Earl one. He wouldn't go back in the barn while I was there! What a phoney he can be!

Steevie making sure I got the saddle on properly. I thought seriously about taking her along with us, but I had two issues. First, this is our first ride from this farm and I didn't know what we might run into and second, I had no idea how Steevie would behave while being ponied. I'm sure she's got experience with being ponied at the track, but that sort of ponying is entirely different from what I'd want to do, and with my arm strength not what it once was I was really, really leery of taking her alone so I didn't. She was upset at being left behind but got over it and was back in the pasture area behind the barn grazing without a care in the world when we returned from our ride.

 Next time I got out for a ride I took advantage having Steevie again hounding me to be included and saddled her to see how she would react, and I wormed her... see that little bit of yellow goop smeared on her mouth....
She was rather uncaring about being saddled after 6 years, and I got very optimistic feeling about actually riding her this year. I couldn't get the girth done up on her so trying to get on that day was out of the question. I got her a bigger girth, a nice thick wool felt one, on sale even, at Greenhawk and never got a chance to try it on her again all summer. I get a kick out of how my western saddle looks so tiny up there on her!

Later that same day Earl and I posed for a self-portrait after our ride. I'm very pleased with myself, I'm maybe getting better at this self portrait stuff! The bosal Earl is wearing is one I bought for him when he was a 2 yr old. The dog got at it and chewed one of the cheek pieces - they were made of rawhide. I got Ruth to fix it for me before I left Missouri. She couldn't replace the rawhide so added two leather cheekpieces instead. Not as fancy looking but at least I can use it now. Earl loves it! No chain under his chin and no bit in his mouth. He's a happy camper! BUT I wish the cheekpieces were just a little bit longer so the bosal could sit just a little bit lower on his face. So, I may still have to come up with another headstall to attach to it. This one has a lovely, rawhide trimmed browband under that forelock of Earl's.

The end of August I got to visit and Earl greets me without most of his mane. The dumb hillbilly was just getting a very respectable mane again and he goes and finds something to rub it off. The end of September he had parts of his hide also rubbed off on his shoulder, side and butt. I'd sure like to know what tree he's using so I can chop it down! Those pictures are still in the camera....

 They're both looking pretty fine weight wise for the end of summer. Earl, as usual, is fat and sassy and shining like a new penny. Steevie is fine, but I would like to see her carrying some extra weight going into winter, and she's not. I'm going to have the trailer moved over and parked by the barn so they can be grained every day over the coming winter. Steevie held up just fine last winter until we moved them and I could no longer get there every day to feed grain. She lost weight quickly right at the end of winter, but slapped it back on just as quickly. Still, I don't want to take any chances this year.

And, I'm ending this post on a sad note. My dad passed away October 2, 2011. Earl is named after him. They're both of the same mindset - Laidback, easy going and unflappable. Dad got a huge laugh out of me naming a horse after him and said "Thank you... I think" at the time. He was a great man with a horse and will be sorely missed.

Earl Gordon Butler. July 12, 1929 - October 2, 2011

Saturday, April 2, 2011

I'm Baaaack

Whew, made it back here. I haven't had internet access on my home computer for more than a year now and couldn't get into most of my online things that required a user id and password. I simply couldn't remember what I used! I had everything auto saved and my personal computer was the only way to get to whatever online. Dumb thing to do I guess. If this computer ever blew up I'd be so lost!

Ok, Earl and I are in Canada now. To be more specific we are in Orangeville, Ontario, where I grew up. Literally where I grew up! Up until very recently I lived with my cousin who has built himself a beautiful house at the back of the farm we spent our childhoods roaming (and finding trouble of course). I feel like I've come full circle in my life and it was just perfect ... until winter came.

OMG I miss Missouri! Earl was impressed with the snow for December. Make that part of December, then he got sick of it too I think. How else do I explain him "running away from home" at least once day? Or he's quite the social butterfly and wanted to meet everyone in the neighbourhood, which I think he did.. a mile or so in either direction! The snow was so deep that it covered the bottom strand of my electric fence, shorting the fence out. Earl, escape artist that he is caight on to this real quick and simply climbed out between the strands of rope. He didn't break anything, but did bend a couple of posts over and send a few of those yellow plastic insulators I use flying. He got grounded to a pen for the rest of the year... a week. Hehehe Some alterations were made to the fencing, we had a brief thaw and I was able to open up the pasture to them again.

So far this year he's only escaped once and that was just a few weeks ago. I think he was trying to follow me. He left his sweetheart behind, which is hard to believe as Earl loves his Steevie (registered name is Stevlyn). Yea, Earl has a girlfriend.

Stevlyn is a 2002 Thoroughbred mare and very classy compared to Hillbilly Earl. They make a lovely couple even tho she stands almost 2 hands taller than Earl. He looks like a fat lil Shetland pony beside her.

Steevie with Earl beside her.

Earl has again introduced kids to the wonderful world of horses, especially Mustangs since we've been here. My grandson thinks Earl is his best buddy and Earl agrees with him. Between the two of them I go through peppermints like crazy! Earl and Cal had several riding lessons this past summer and Cal even rode bareback. Pretty brave kid considering he's never been around horses until Gran showed up with Earl.

Being back in Canada has been an experience - a different experience. Thomas Wolfe said you can't go back home or something like that and I do believe he's right. I miss Missouri, the lack of snow, the hot summer days, and the people. They're laid back the way people here used to be. Orangeville has changed so much I feel like a total stranger. I couldn't believe what I was seeing as I drove into town last spring. It's grown so much, gotten so expensive and .... snotty. It's not the town I grew up in anymore, that's for sure. After all that trouble to get back "home" dare I say I dun like it here and want to go back to MO?

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Summer Is Over

It seems that summer is over with already. The days are cool and the nights are downright chilly.
I have no internet access at home, Ron’s been sick most of the summer – first with acute bronchitis, then the dreaded Swine Flu. He’s finally sorta healthy and went back to work yesterday. We had to cut back on everything that wasn’t considered essential and the home phone and internet was the first to go. No TV either. That leaves the horses for entertainment and they have provided more than enough!
I went out and got myself a flash drive so I have pictures to share but not in any particular order. They're all at the end instead of throughout my entries like I usually do. With only 60 minutes I can only do so much! LOL So story first and pictures later...

Bob has been a very good Bob this year… well, the past couple of months anyway. And Earl is coming along and finding his balance with a rider. I’ve had them both out on the Katy Trail with absolutely fabulous results each time. Several people out walking or biking have seen for themselves that Mustangs are level-headed, friendly and courteous horses to encounter. I think we did more stopping and chatting than riding but we still had a great time. It almost became a weekend pastime until I went and got myself a job to help with the bills. I wish I had pictures to show off of both my boys being such gracious ambassadors, but I’ve been the one with the camera and only have the usual pictures taken from the horse’s point of view – through their ears. Not much point in posting them. The Katy Trail may be a nice ride but it makes for boring pictures. I’ve had Earl out twice and Bob once. My ride with Bob continued into the evening hours and he got a little spooky with me on the way home at things in the ditch on the side of the road. The ditches had just been mowed and lots of white scraps were “floating” around. In the dark they must have come to life and looked like giant, horse eating boulders to Bob. He sure didn’t want to get down in the ditch when traffic came along. He preferred to share the road, headlights and all. In total, I think we rode about 6 miles (and two hours) that evening two or three weeks ago. We rode with Susan and Cowboy and took turns leading along the trail and the streets of town.
That weekend I loaded Earl along with Susan’s Cowboy into the trailer and we headed to the fairgrounds to ride the Katy Trail where we’re supposed to ride it. By the way, the trail runs directly behind our pasture and since there’s no signs saying “No Horses” we kinda sorta sneak on and ride it instead of loading up and driving across town to the fairgrounds. So, back to the weekend and Earl: We aimed to be out on the trail by 8 AM. Johnny and Bailey seem to be escape artists and were outside the fence line of the back pasture when I arrived at 7 AM to get Earl ready. Lucky for us the pasture is “double fenced”. There’s the old, original barb wire fence about 6 feet outside of the new electric rope fencing. The old fence sags and sure wouldn’t ever convince Bob to hang around but it did suffice for Johnny and Bailey. I also discovered that the battery for the fence needed charging at about this time too…
So… we arrived at the trail head at around 9 AM instead of the 8 AM we’d planned on. With stopping and talking to people along the way, we didn’t get too far. We rode out a bit more than 4 miles before turning back and discovering a park off the trail with a lake just before Sedalia. Of course we had to go and check it out, there was a lake for swimming! OOPS, No there wasn’t – it was posted no swimming and was created for anglers only, a bunch who were there to witness any indiscretions on our part, so we rode past on these mowed, manicured and painted paths all over the place. I don’t know who painted them, students probably but there were some very cute paintings in the grass all over the place, and sayings too like “FLY!”. Turtles, butterflies and other assorted objects were painted on to the grass as well. Earl wasn’t sure what to make of all these colorful things on grass that it supposed to be there for eating. He moved along with his head down sniffing and checking the paintings out along the way. We saw “evidence” of other horses but no horses themselves. Susan wanted to have a gallop so we turned back and Earl took the lead for what was supposed to be a nice leisurely gallop back along the path. Cowboy caught up to us and there was a painting in bright white Earl felt he just had to skirt. Cowboy and Susan were almost shoved into the trees bordering the path. Then to my surprise, Earl got a little bit competitive and the race was on! I leaned forward and spoke to him “Go Earl Go!” and damned if he didn’t respond and take off. We won the little race! Now, before you start smiling to yourself picturing a Mustang running like the wind, remember this is Earl we’re talking about here… First, I’ll say that Cowboy isn’t ever going to win any speed awards, not even in a race to the feed tub. That said, Earl is not fast but he was fast enough that day. I was surprised because Ron and I had Jake and Earl on the Katy Trail earlier in the week and went for a little gallop. Earl was more than content to stay about 3 lengths behind Jake, no matter what. If he closed the gap at all, he’d drop into a trot to put more space between Jake and us on his own rather than try to catch Jake. Obviously the trick with Earl is to get him out in front and he’ll do the rest to remain there… if the other horse isn’t too fast that is. The main thing in all this was Earl “found himself” when I asked him to go and his gallop smoothed out and became something balanced and smooth. Maybe he’s not the big ole hillbilly of the bunch after all?

As for the rest of the bunch, they’re all fat and sassy and doing well. Other than as a treat, we haven’t fed any grain most of the summer with Johnny being the only exception. The pasture is more than enough for them all to thrive and even get a little on the fat side. Namely Bailey who looks like she might be in foal. I certainly hope she’s just a fat little toad cuz my baby doesn’t need to be having a baby at such a young age. Johnny is the only one I’d still like to see some more weight on. He lost so much when he was injured, but he is coming back and looks fit like a race horse now rather than traumatized and skin and bones like he was at the end of July. He always wins any race across the pasture, starting from the back of the pack and flying through the rest of them as though they were standing still. Ron and I always stop whatever we’re doing and watch, stunned at the length of his stride and the speed he possesses. Will he still move like that once a rider is introduced? We can only hope. Earl can move in the pasture too, but under saddle it’s a whole different story!I finally got my burro too, just this past weekend. Her name is Matilda and we are sticking with that as it seems to suit her. She a grey pink, 7 yrs old and expecting in 30 to 60 days. What I’m going to do with a little burro baby in the winter is still a conundrum to sort out. I imagine we’ll be building another little shed and pen just for her use. She’s quite the kicker too. Don’t touch that back end unless you’re reaching from the front or you’ll get nailed. And, she’s an artist at evading being caught. We got her Saturday, couldn’t catch her on Sunday and took more than 2 hours to finally catch her on Monday and there was no talent involved on our part. She finally decided to let herself be caught and just came up to me or we’d still be chasing her. Her feet are a mess, especially her back feet. They’re almost like the elven slippers you see on badly neglected feet, which hers are. But, with her expecting a wee one we don’t want to push anything on her so I’m working on getting her to let me touch that back end and then her feet. Yesterday I was able to scratch her butt (from the front) without her popping it up in the air and letting fly so we are making progress. She will let us pick up a back foot with a rope no problem, but try to touch that foot and look out. She wants no one near her back end at all. I’m not even going to think about trying to trim those back feet myself. I don’t know where to start on feet in such bad shape. I can handle doing her front feet but will leave those back ones for the expert. Hopefully we can get them trimmed before she has her baby, but if not it won’t hurt her I guess. After all she’s was awhile getting to this state, a few more weeks or even months isn’t going to hurt now. It angers me that some people will allow this to happen though. Obviously no effort has made with this little girl other than to breed her and then dump her at an auction where I found her. Other than her feet she’s in good shape I think. I’ve already sent a “HELP” email to Ginny Freeman for instructions on what to do with this little darling. OH! I almost forgot to mention that she likes her ears played with! LOL and I do love those ears!!! I now wish I lived in California so I’d have the wisdom and experience of Dave and Ginny to help me with Matilda. Dave would have me driving her around in a cart in no time at all I’m sure, with perfect feet too! Since I can’t be there Ginny will tell me how to look after her, what to feed her and what to plan for with the upcoming baby event and we’ll be fine. I hope.

Now for pictures: Most were taken Sept 23rd through 25th. Matilda pics are from Oct 5th.

Johnny getting very brave with the mirror on my truck (while I was trying to drive past him!)
Johnny again from the other side:
Fat little Bailey:

Showdown thinks she's one of the boys and they let her
Wandering about

Oh No It's Mr Bill!!! Doesn't he look great?

Earl with his ears up!
Bob being Bob

Jake being Jake

Jake, Showdown and Earl and a little bit of Bob on the far right

Introducing Matilda!

Front feet

Bad back feet

From the side (and rear)

Lookie those ears!!!!

Monday, August 10, 2009

Dog Days of August

When it's hot out there the best way to combat the heat is with watermelon. What better way to welcome August than with some fresh watermelon?

Unfortunately only Earl and Bob agree with me. Maybe that's why they're My Boys?
Anyway, thankfully the week from hell is long over with, we escaped the Twilight Zone people and their two Terrible Terriers and have been in the newer digs since Friday, July 31st. I've documented the damage done to the hides of Bill, Bob and Bailey and have the one mare on video while she attacks. Then there's Johnny of course, who will never have sight in his right eye again. I also have a witness to the mare attacking Bill, then Johnny as they were led out of that pasture to the trailer. I'm still debating a civil suit. I'm mad enough to go through with it, but can one really get blood from a stone? There's a slashed tire on my trailer to be replaced, Jake was placed at risk when he mysteriously became untied in the trailer and wandered up the RR tracks. Jake is not the escape artist in the family and there was suspicious movement outside the trailer just before he was loose...
In the meantime we're very happy so far with the newer, larger pasture situation. It was badly overgrown so we had it mowed. Don is in the process of getting rid of all that overgrowth below:

While Don was busy mowing in the background, Bob wanted some attention:

Johnny and Bailey in the freshly mowed front pasture. We have almost 15 acres divided into two areas, a front and a back. We may further divide the back as it's huge for 4 horses and would enable us to rotate grazing.

Johnny's eye has shrunk and is showing no sign of infection after 3 weeks. I think it's safe to say he won't lose it. It's still a whitish color and there's no sight. He's dealing with it pretty well. He has Bailey, Bill and Cowboy, the boarder for company in that front pasture and the four of them get along very well. I've been happy to note that they seem interchangable when it comes to buddying up. Johnny's not getting dependant on anyone in particular, but he does like to have someone beside him. The other day the three geldings were standing over Bailey while she was flat out on the grass having a nap. It looked like they were keeping guard over her. I was wishing I had my camera for that moment

The two pictures above were taken before Bill and Cowboy were let up front with them. I wanted Johnny to get the lay of the land and be comfortable before adding the other two. He already knew Bill and was buddies with him at the farm, but Cowboy is new. There was no need to worry, Bill was welcomed back like an old friend and Cowboy as a new friend since they'd already met often enough over the fence.
The very front part of the back pasture makes for a level riding and flat work area. Showdown was finally saddled and tried out. I didn't have the camera the first time and the second time Ron wasn't there so I didn't have anyone to take pictures. She's not a bad ride, she's definately green and thinks she's God's gift to the world but once we sorted that little misunderstanding out she was pretty good at listening to me. Lots of ground work on the meaning of respect and she should be a nice mare to ride. To quote Michelle, she has ADHD. Lots of work and making her mind her manners will take care of that!
I've been rather sick since Saturday. I think too many antibiotics to take care of the infection from my tooth left me vulnerable. Saturday morning I thought my blood pressure was too high. It wasn't. By Saturday afternoon I was running a fever of 101.5 and two hours later it was up to 102.8. Tylenol and Advil and my bed were all that became important for the next 24 hours. Sunday wasn't much better but the fever was staying under 100. Today I ventured out to check on the horses. All is fine with them and I headed back home. I was only out for one hour but it knocked the wind out of my sails more or less and I'm done in. Rain on and off all day and cool temps are a blessing I wish I could take advantage of. It's beautiful out there this evening and perfect for a ride. Just my luck to feel so crappy and have no strength.
I just realized that I skipped a couple of things... DUH! For some reason I thought I'd already blogged all this. Ok, the short version:
Ron is a big softie after all despite his "big talk". He has applied to adopt Johnny rather than see him go back or have Steve and Dawn adopt him. They don't have the first clue when it comes to horses and the week and a half following Johnny's injury drove that home to us in a big way. The day after the injury their kids were in the pasture, something I was promised would not happen. Those kids dumped a good 25 lbs of grain out for the horses to gorge on. The only good news in that is that there were 8 horses to share it. After that I removed the grain supply. I went to lok at another pature that had come available and we decided another move was for the best. Steve and Dawn turned out to be ummm weird? It was like stepping into the Twilight Zone, dealing with them for the next 10 days or whatever it was before we got moved out. Ironically I still have legal access to their pasture, moreso than they do. If I hadn't gotten sick I was seriously thinking of trying to locate a couple of mean bulls to dump in there for the remaining two weeks of my rental this month. Common sense prevailed along with the belief of "What goes around comes around". We got our horses out of there before anyone was more seriously hurt. Steve is a mean drunk to put it mildly and went at me twice. The first time I wasn't anywhere near him but somehow became the focus of his rage. This was also when we realized that we had to get us and our horses the hell out of there. Ron had just got home and stepped in or I might have been decked. The second time was while I was moving the horses out. I made the huge mistake of saying I'd be back one more time for the panels and water tanks and would need my gate hardware (Steve had helped himself to it to repair his gate). Good thing I had a big guy along to help. He stepped in that time and advised Steve that he'd be making a very big mistake to follow through with his actions. Again Steve backed off. Instead he settled for mouthing off and informed me that neither Ron or I would ever adopt another mustang because he'd called the "Mustang place" and took care of that. Whatever that means... I cannot fathom that the BLM would be taken in by the likes of this guy.

Friday, July 24, 2009

The Week From Hell cont...

Before I get into the details there is one thing I want to stand out AND be remembered...
The BLM is good and they really do care about the horses they're charged with managing despite some public criticism to the contrary.

That said, bear with me as I tell this story. It has been the week from hell in more than one way. But we will survive and get over our problems. Johnny/Blue will also survive and get over his "problems", but he'll never be the same.
The week from hell started late last Friday night when Ron got home with an abcess in his upper right jaw. This had been building for a good week and he spent Wednesday night in an ER in Texas before finally getting home Friday. We spent most of the weekend moving horses to the "new digs"and sitting in the ER at the VA hospital in Columbia.
Sunday we get to Dawn and Steves and they announce they got two horses given to them and point to the pasture... "Look what we got"
Two mares. Mother and daughter to be exact. Mom is a pony, Hackney I suspect given her tail carriage and high stepping gaits. That could also be on account of her feet which are about 8 to 10 inches long, curling and broken. I'm already thinking "this ain't gonna work". The daughter, 2 yrs old is 3 times the size of her mama, has paint markings and is pretty cute except you can't get within 10 feet of her. She's never been handled. We now have 9 horses on the 7 acre pasture I just rented. I wasn't aware that I would have to share it...
The freebie mares like this new pasture, and they want it all for themselves I think. I've never watched such shit disturbing in my life! Not only are they a miserable pair but they set out to make every other horse miserable. They hound the others like yappy terriers. I watched Jake, Earl and Showdown take turns at standing their ground and threatening to kick back. The "bullies" go looking for someone else to hound each time. Bailey got picked on. Bill got picked on and Johnny/Blue got picked on. Bob got picked on when he arrived Monday morning. All 4 have been chewed on, mainly their butts with the exception of Bob. They got his neck too. But I get ahead of myself...
Monday morning we head out to meet up with John who has brought Bob home.
To make a long, sad story short, all looks ok. Not well, but ok. These two mares are still hounding our horses, kicking out and trying to boss them around. Jake and Earl would have none of it and stood their ground. Showdown and Bailey are paired off and off by themselves. Bill, and Johnny/Blue are also off by themselves grazing peacefully. I go over to greet them and give out pets and whatnot and... something's not right with Johnny. I get in closer for a better look. Holy Shit what's wrong with his eye?! Johnny's right eye looks like something caught it at the front and moved along to the back and exited through his lower lid leaving a small tear in the lid and God only knows what damage to eye. He doesn't respond to me flicking my hand or fingers at him. I assume he's lost sight in it. I start screaming for Ron, which scared Johnny and he moved away. I grab Bill and Johnny comes back - he's sticking real close to his buddy Bill. Anyway Ron gets a look and then takes Bill so I can catch Johnny.
John's trailer was already attached to his truck so we didn't have to waste any time hooking ours up. We loaded Bill and Johnny and headed for the vet's. I took Bill along because although Johnny is gentled he's high strung and still very reactive. Bill seemed to be a very calming influence so he came along as Johnny's security blanket.
I got my cell phone out. I couldn't reach Gaby or Randy at the Millwaukee office. I called Janet Hickman and she got Karen Malloy's number for me. I called Karen in a panic, what do I do? I assumed that being blind in one eye he would be considered unadoptable and Karen would instruct me to have him put down. To my relief and joy, her concern was to save the eye. Cost didn't seem to matter and she told me right away to have the vet call her for a credit card number, which took another load off me. This horse is in my care, he's really my responsibility. There were no questions from Karen, just concern. Save the eye if possible and have the vet send us the bill. I was crying on the phone with her, I was so relieved that he wouldn't have to be put down.
Anyway, the prognosis is still guarded. I'm applying antibiotic ointment 3 times daily and giving bute twice daily. I think the eye ruptured on the way home from the vet. It had started swelling on the way to the vet, and continued to swell. When we got home there was a lot of fluid draining down his face and lots of goop in the corner of his eye (see pictures). I did as the vet instructed and cleaned it away and applied the ointment, and gave him his first dose of bute. This was Monday.

This is how he looked when we arrived home from the vet's.

Ron went back to work on Tuesday. Antibiotics had his mouth feeling better and he sees a dentist this coming Monday. Johnny/Blue is doing better than expected. No infection and the eye seems to be healing nicely. We got some panels from MFA to set up an "isolation pen" for him. Another big thanks goes to Kevin at MFA. We're all but broke with Ron starting a new job and moving into a new home and new pasture for the horses (no paycheck for 2 weeks is a killer). Kevin extended credit for the 5 panels to make this pen.
Dental woes are contagious. I didn't know that. Bet you didn't either eh?
Tuesday my mouth starting bothering me *sigh* Wednesday I just had to have nachos, nice crunchy nachos.... I think a piece broke off a tooth while I was crunching those nachos? Sometime in the wee hours of Thursday morning I knew I was in big trouble. Tramadol wasn't touching the pain. That clove oil stuff for toothaches wasn't doing a damn thing either. I've been paranoid of dentists for more years than I can remember and I thought I knew every trick in the book for avoiding dentists. Nothing was working. I'd already started swallowing amoxicillin Wed night, but it wasn't kicking in yet. I've got some nice swelling in my lower jaw. I headed out to treat Johhny's eye and when I got back did what my daughter (who works for a dentist) suggested - I took two extra strength Tylenol and three Advil and went to bed. I finally got some sleep - almost 6 hours worth. The Tylenol/Advil combination really helped. As long as I take them at least every 8 hours I can function relatively pain free.

Johnny is doing much better than I am. I got more pictures yesterday but they're crappy as I was shooting into the sun so there's not much point posting them. No sign of infection still. The eye is healing nicely, the red haze is now gone and the swelling in the upper and lower lids is disappearing. I don't think he has any hope of regaining any sight in it - it's a milky white globe. It does look to me like he will keep it though and that's the most important thing right now.
What's really amazing is this horse's resilience. He's accomodating nicely to life with one eye. "Nicely" doesn't begin to cover it. He's amazing. He keeps his left side to the outside of the pen so he can easily see the other horses, he already has a way of cocking his head in order to see with the left eye without bringing his head all the way around. Getting the anitbiotic ointment into his eye has become a game to him - he tries to eat my elbow while I try to get the ointment in his eye instead of on his eyelids or his halter, or cheek, or forelock... For a newly-gentled Mustang he is SOOO accepting of this sudden blindness and the treatment that's come with it. It simply blows me away.
His future is still uncertain. Dawn and Steve wanted to adopt him. Now they're not so sure. Monday when this happened they were no longer interested. By Tuesday they were reconsidering and are now waiting to see how he manages when turned back out with the others, which I may try over the weekend. If they don't adopt him he will probably go back to the BLM and become unadoptable. The idea of this wonderful 2 yr old being unadoptable breaks me up. We rent our pasture. Ron's pointed out several times that we do not have the property to keep him, there's now more horses on this pasture than it can support since the two freebies arrived.
Any interested adopters out there?

Showdown & The Week From Hell

Ron's birthday is in August. I decided he needed an early birthday present. Her name is Showdown and that's partly why I felt we needed her. When Ron played music way back when, the name of his band was Showdown. Some things are meant to be right?

Showdown is a 3 yr old Paint mare (not registered) and was bought by Michelle who adopted one of my TIP mares last fall. Michelle bought her as a favor to a co-worker who needed to sell the mare. Only problem is when Michelle adopted Freedom she also bought Rosie from Auntie and Rosie is QUEEN OF THE PASTURE. Rosie sees Showdown as a young upstart and a threat to her kingdom. Result: Cat fights!
Ok, that's being a little dramatic I admit. Michelle does say that her pasture and herd are now much quieter with Showdown absent so I think it's safe to say she was a little (or big) Shit Disturber. Now she reigns over my boys, and yes, they are smitten.

Bob and Bill couldn't care less. Earl and Jake on the other hand are head over heels as is evident in the picture above. They've been so busy strutting their stuff for her! After a couple of days it looked like Earl won her favor. He now has his own little herd consisting of Showdown and Bailey. They're quite the nice looking family unit. Jake has gone back to being his aloof, snotty self. Nothing new there...
Ron, well he's still undecided. Actually he says she's going back to Michelle, we don't need another horse, especially one without any manners or respect for people. Michelle seems to be from the same bleeding heart school that I went to. She knew the horse needed a home so she took her knowing her faults. So did I. Showdown is the victim of a caring owner who apparently didn't know that making a pet of a 1000 lb horse could cause problems down the road. Showdown doesn't mean to be disrespectful or hard-headed, she doesn't know any better. To her credit, she's smart and catches on quickly. She can be ridden, but again she doesn't know anything. It's a get on and go sort of deal. I aim to fix all that; if I get to keep her around long enough that is. I just need a few days of Ron around her and he'll be suckered in just like I have by her looks and personality. Plus she's taken Bailey under her wing when everyone else seems to ignore her. Poor Bailey had gotten so afraid of big horses at "Uncle Rick's" and was desperate for some attention. Showdown has been a blessing in that regard. They look like a mare/foal pair from a distance and no one dares to mess with wee Bailey now that Showdown is in the picture.
It's been the week from hell otherwise. Dawn and Steve had two horses given to them. They arrived on Sunday and all hell broke loose. Two mares; a mother daughter pair. They seemed joined at the hip and intent on making every other 4-legged creature miserable. It's not enough to threaten to kick or bite when another horse comes near, no, they have to hound the others with no let up in tag team fashion. Except for Jake, Earl and Showdown, all my horses have been beat up by them in one way or another. Bill, Bob, Bailey and Johnny/Blue all have "war wounds" from these two mares. The mares, of course, don't have a mark on them. This gets a whole new post because of certain developments... Two posts in one day.
Stay tuned...