Posts Tagged With: Smoky Joe

Licorice? Is That You?

   The natives are restless. They see and smell someone new, and they can’t wait to create a disturbance.

   We have a new boarder, and every time I see her, I experience deja vu. She looks almost exactly like Melody’s daughter, Licorice.

   The horse above is my gorgeous girl, Licorice, who is now owned and loved by a dear friend.

   The new boarder is gorgeous and resembles Licorice. I miss my little girl so much, so having another horse who reminds me of her is comforting. I’m glad she’s here. Her name is Misty, and she’s a sweetheart. She has brown eyelashes over one eye and white eyelashes over the other eye. She’s calm, relaxed, and sweet. She has four white socks and is a lovely chestnut. Her stall is the easiest stall I’ve cleaned in a long time–solids in one area, liquid in another.

  She’s also made a new friend. Her stall is the one next to Braz, so she and Braz have all night, every night to play around and be buddies. Then I put them together out in the RAMM pasture. They’re getting along really well. I think I’ll put Honey out there with them tomorrow.

   Everyone else is doing very well. Dusty and Coffee stand next to each other in the pasture no matter how warm or cold it is outside. They usually have their noses facing the same way, almost as if they’re boys watching a football game on television. Perhaps they’re discussing Keats, Byron, and Shelley. Perhaps they’re rating the girls. (“That Lexi–ooh, her flanks rank a 10 in my book.”) In any case, they adore each other and are inseparable. When Dusty runs, Coffee runs. When Coffee stands, Dusty stands. They try to go into the same stall to eat. There are worse things that could happen in life. If Coffee grows up to be exactly like Dusty, I believe his owner will be thrilled.

   Lexi and Senorita are tolerating Honey. Poor Honey is left out in the cold. Braz is busy making buddies with Misty, so Honey is out with the “big girls.” My hope was that the two Thoroughbreds would eventually become buddies. That has come true with a vengeance. They are happy to gang up on poor Honey and push her away from hay piles. They tag-team when they want something. They’ve also tried to (unsuccessfully) take on Melody and Savannah for leadership of the herd. It’s amusing to watch. Everyone gets along, and nobody’s leaving a mark when they’re testing the waters, but it’s good to be aware of the situation. When the “big girls” are roaming, it’s best to step aside. We’ll see what happens when Braz, Honey, and Misty are re-introduced to the Thorougbreds after the “little girls” become a team. Misty has always been a boss mare, so her owner fully expects her to be large and in charge. Melody and Savannah will give her a run for her money, though. 

   Yoda’s tail appears to be healing. New issues are on the horizon, however. Smoky Joe and Penny fought yesterday, both of whom are older and more experienced fighters. One of my boarders heard the fight and described it as a sort of violent encounter.

   I hope the animals can figure out their hierarchies without involving me. I prefer to be the omnicient hay and grain giver, not the violent-animal separater. In the meantime, I think I’ll give Licorice–I mean Misty–another candy cane.

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You’re Going Down, Down, Down! -Candace Flynn-Fletcher

   No matter how hard she tries, my little dog is accident prone. The puppy was “helping” to “herd” the horses across the arena (read: follow at a distance because she’s terrified of horses) when she ran into the pedestal. The poor dog scraped an unfortunate amount of hair and skin off her eye area. The eye itself wasn’t affected, but it certainly was a scary experience for both of us. 

   The amusing aspect of this situation is what came later. The husband, attempting to lighten the mood, deadpanned that if “Savannah hadn’t thrown the pedestal at the dog, she would have been fine.” Throughout the day, the story changed. At one point Dusty lobbed the pedestal; Melody, Honey, and even Lexi eventually were culprits.

  Last night a good friend of mine had her daughter’s birthday party here, and Melody had the honor of being painted again. She didn’t mind the noisy wind outside or the chilly paint inside, or even the bath afterward. She loves the attention. Savannah resents the fact that Melody is praised more, but overall, they love the kids. I hope everyone at the party enjoyed themselves as much as I.  

   The husband finally grew tired of me wearing four pairs of pants, a pair of chaps, at least three shirts, and arctic-chill Carhartts each day. Today he bought me another heater, bringing our total to five. I’m still moving us somewhere warm after he retires, but hopefully I can be manageably more comfortable for the next t00-many-to-think-about years. 

   Smoky Joe has come back to visit a few more times. He’s discovered there’s a set hour when everyone is fed and when he comes late, he isn’t fed moist food. He must rearrange his schedule for me or he’ll be hungry. He doesn’t prefer hunger.

   It’s time to do evening chores, and I’m bringing a little dog. Perhaps this time she’ll be on the lookout for flying pedestals.

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Smoky Joe

  Tonight, I was teaching a lesson and suddenly I heard a “mrrroww?”  Smoky Joe came home after all! I just wanted to let everyone know, in case you were wondering about him. My heart is filled with joy. Part of the joy is because I had an excellent ride on Melody this evening (bareback tempi changes!) but most of my joy is from Smoky Joe. Thanks for all your thoughts and prayers! I gave him an entire can of moist cat food and as much dry cat food as he could eat. He seems relatively happy. We’ll hope he sticks around.

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