Doing it MY way.....

She is a beauty...my Belle. I know she looks brown here but she is really a BLACK Arabian. Alwayswanted a BLACK Arabian. Got one. And last Wednesday she got a tummy ache.

I keep trying to do what this vet is telling me. "Bran does not do a thing for horses. It isn't good for them", she says. So I take them off bran and one gets sick. Coincidence. Right?

Nope. This is the 3rd time I took them off and the 3rd time someone got sick. So I am doing it MY way from now on.

Belle did not like the vet. She would not let her do any injections. She had to give her banamine orally. They did not do a rectal exam either stating they did not have a place to do that. wth???

Psyllium, Epsom salts and electrolytes and she is back to almost normal. So I made her a fly mask to celebrate her recovery.

 

Pretty snazzy, huh? It has spider webs on it because Belle was such a witch at the vet. But hey. She IS a mare.........

 

 

California Dreaming.........

Found THIS last night as Rhett and I came in from watching the fireworks........

Found THIS this morning......I kept telling that silly snake the rat was too big!

 

Bet I know what happened to Mr Rattleysnake guy! Thank God for California King snakes!

 

Hope your 4th of July was happy!

'Fraidy cat!

I am at work. My dogs and cats are at home and in the house. Unfortunately, my horses would not fit in the house.

I do not want to go home.

Reason???

Right there. Wrapped around my itty bitty flower garden when I came up from feeding and watering horses and was preparing to water my flowers....F.N. SCARY.

I would not be scared except that I was unable to kill the bugger and he slithered under my porch. When I brought my dogs in I brought them in one at a time, on a leash with me having a rake in one hand and the dog on my other side. My dogs are too old to sustain an rattlesnake bite and survive.

I have been checking out snake traps. I have been checking out snake repellent. Personally I am hoping that when I go home he will be laying in a position that will allow me to run him over with my truck about 75 times and then I won't have to worry about trapping him. Or her.

My biggest fear is that it is a female and having babies under my porch even as I type. I did not sleep at ALL last night. And I am an Arizonian born and raised in the desert. I am not a wimp, but for some reason this scares the bejeebers out of me.

One of us has to go. And since I pay the bills it is going to have  to be him.

Pray for the safety of my family until I can get this resolved..........

This is why I keep all that fabric....

Been sick for a few days with some sort of intestinal garbage.

No eating. And certainly not moving more than 12 feet away from the bathroom. So what can you do?

SEW!

Which I did. Poor Princess Leia trashed her flymask from last year and I had yet to purchase another for her, so I got out some of that fabric I have been saving for flippin' YEARS and made her one. Hand sewn because the sewing machine would not fit in the bathroom.

ooooooooooo! Flames and sparkles! Cannot get any better that THAT!

 

So it is not perfect, but hey. I still have plenty of fabric....

 

Love you Leia!

Sacred Thoughts.......

I have not been writing as of late.


The sad event of Boo Horse leaving our herd has left a huge hole in all of our hearts. I shall miss her for the rest of my life. She was such a sweet and patient little lady who never complained. Would that I could be more like her.


This morning on the way in to work, I listened to James McDonald on the radio. His words caught my heart in a vice and I felt that old and intense love for God's Word surge through my veins. Today, Pastor McDonald spoke to men, but the words belonged to me in every way.


I have a son. Did you know that? I do not recall if I have ever mentioned that fact, but I do. He serves in the Army and is dating a pretty awesome and strong woman. Last I knew anyway. I don't hear from him any longer because he and I have made choices that we both are adhering to quite rigidly.


My little man, (as he will always be even if he reaches 90), was only 12 when he was baptized into the Lord. I still have photos of that day. That day was precious to me and still holds the most special place in my heart. It is with a goodly amount of prayer for his walk with the Lord that takes up a great deal of my thoughts and time. Whether he believes it or not, I love him very much. And it is because of that love that I respect his wishes. It is a wicked, wicked thing to be placed in the situation of choosing one relationship instead of two for fear of losing the first. God will work it out for good. Mark my words.


I wish that you had heard that sermon today, son. I always knew since I was a little girl attending Vacation Bible School what I would name my son when I had him. I gave you the name of Joshua after my favorite man in the Bible. He was a warrior. He was devoted to the Lord. He trusted God wholly and deliberately.  He was chosen of the Lord and served Him well. I have always believed that names are important and that somehow, someway, the characteristics of that name will become the bearers own. I wanted that for you then. I want it even more desperately now. I want to see you as more than the decorated warrior you have made yourself. I want you in the Lords Army. I am jealous FOR you to be His in every aspect of your life.


Time is short. I know that people think I am crazy and that people have been saying this since that awful and glorious day of The Cross and Resurrection, but it is true.


Jesus is coming for His church. He is coming soon.








(James McDonald)

Ecclesiastes 3......A time to pray

My heart is heavy.


I understand there is a time for everything, but I am not ready. I hate this aspect of horse ownership.


Do you know why I call her Boo? Because I don't even  KNOW what her name is. The people who dropped her off at my place left her when I was not there. No feeding plan. No background of any kind. Just a horse with really long feet who had obviously been through a lot in her lifetime. I don't even know how old she is. The vet estimates around 28-29. And the sweetest dispositioned horse I have ever known.


My precious Boo horse is having problems that can no longer be solved. It is time. This horse that someone abandoned at my place? They abandoned her because THEY did not want to make the decision I have to now make. But I cannot let her continue in pain. She has stopped eating normally and is losing weight. She cannot walk without pain. I know it is time.......everything in my horse experience tells me I am right.


Someone please explain that to my heart.


I love you Boo.

There are.....

There are days that make you glad you were born.


     There are things that make you glad you are here.


          There are people who make you wonder why in the heck you would ever think the 2 statements above.


What. A. CRAZY. Week!


I am SO glad I have a 2 day weekend coming up. Which would be Sunday and Monday since I am working tomorrow. But even with screaming patients, unhappy co-workers and REALLY long times in between paydays, today was beautiful.


It is not often that we get spring rains like this. Soft and gentle, steady and sweet and so, SO needed. And lucky for me, this rain is predicted to last through Monday.


When I left this morning for work all the horses were bucking and playing in their paddocks, loving this cooler weather.


I am so hoping that I will have time to work in the garden area this weekend. I am also hoping that I can figure a way to keep those stinkin' cute little ground squirrels out of my garden. Any ideas? Anybody?


Happy Friday, my friends..... I am hoping your weekend is beautiful!