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Winter Blahs

January 28, 2013 051

They shred and then toss your motivation in the air like confetti. They creep inside the marrow of your bones, and practice their football-type blocking drills until you’re sore and aching. They glamorize lounging with a lapdog by the hearth, wrapped in a Snuggie.

“No!” I say.

The winter blahs crept through the seemingly impenetrable walls of my house. They slipped in through cracks and crevices. Somewhere vulnerable. Perhaps an exposed section of un-caulked tile. Somehow, they found their way in.

I want my unwelcome houseguest to leave.

When I’m at the barn, an assortment of chores keeps me busy. There’s always something to do. Re-wiring, fixing, clipping, brushing, trimming, cutting, filling, emptying.

The moment I step into my house, however, my energy is gone. Completely, utterly gone.

My energy and adrenaline are up the moment I enter the barn. An alert barn manager is someone who gets things done; who notices everything. They don’t get hurt. My attention is focused everywhere at once–I can’t relax or I might miss something.

Once I step inside my house, my balloon deflates. There’s no danger; no imminent threat or worry.

So I snuggle in with my lapdog to read by the fireplace. We love wrapping up in a warm quilt.

Why a quilt? Because┬áSnuggies are ugly. (But that’s a post for another day.)

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The Harder to get, the Better to Have

The fuzzy tail flicks as the kitty shows off her small, white teeth. Her whiskers lift as her tongue sweeps across her lips.

She peeks out, her head ducking beneath a wooden beam. She kneads her paws, moving one step, then another. She ducks her body beneath the wooden support and twists her head to rub her ears vigorously across the rough surface.

If I move too quickly, she’s gone; if I move too close, she’s gone. I talk to her as I move forward, telling her not to worry, that I’m her buddy. I promise cuddles and kisses and better ear-scratches than an inanimate object.

I can get within ten feet of her before she runs. She’s learned that when I move to the corner, something delicious will appear in a bowl–kitty food, both dry and wet, along with treats. Her nose quivers in anticipation.

Someday I’ll lure her from the hay bales and into my lap. She’ll purr with satisfaction and I’ll croon compliments about her soft fur and sweet nature.

Until then, I’ll be patient to watch for a fuzzy kitty’s tail to flick.

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“We’re Friends of Every Creature” -The Jungle Book

Yoda has a girlfriend.

She’s shy. She’s orange. Her hair is short.

Her name is Rue.

She’s the sweetest kitty. Her arrival marks kitty #6 at the barn.

Today, we had kitty #7 dropped off. His name is Ike, and he’s a grey and brown striped long-haired kitty.

They ALL are spayed or neutered. ALL. No exceptions.

Monday, we’ll be getting Sid, a 9 year-old palomino Quarter Horse gelding. May 5 will bring Braveheart, a young palomino-pinto gelding.

This weekend we have not one, but TWO birthday parties at the barn. Photos will follow as soon as possible.

Firefly Farm now has an online store. Feel free to shop online for horse-themed gifts featuring Dusty, Honey, and Melody (so far.) Do you need a Honey-themed mouse pad? It’s only a click away. If you prefer to do your shopping in person, for $35 you can buy a sweatshirt and tee-shirt combination with your name on the front, and a logo with our phone number on the back.

 

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