Jolene’s Makeover Challenge for Animal Professionals

This week was our last appointment for puppy shots. My vet has a bustling office with three people at the front desk and a few vet techs always circling through. We’re only part way in when a chorus of voices calls her name, some singing the chorus of her song. They are loud and happy, … Read more

Valligators in the Trenches of Puppyland

When was the last time you tried to get an electrified dog collar, the kind with poison pins facing inward, on a puppy? It’s disguised to look like a normal collar, but puppies have wild imagination. I pick it up and Jolene runs at full speed, slamming the dog door behind her. Mister, the Cardigan … Read more

Bitey-Face and the Secret Passageway

We turn into the driveway and the umpire flings his arms wide and yells, “Safe!” It’s the feeling I get passing my mailbox. Mister and I went to Texas on a blind date to meet Jolene. She said yes. After three days in a truck cab by day, a tiny camper at night, we became … Read more

Jolene. Jolene. Jolene. JOLEEENE!

Sometimes, change sneaks up behind you when you least expect it, knocks you down, and drags you off, kicking and screaming. Jolene careened into our lives like a bowling ball toward a triangle of pins. We saw her coming and stood still, waiting. Monday: When we left off, I was all mushed up about Jolene. … Read more

The Gnawing Bite of Anticipation

It felt like a militant act of self care. Like cutting your hair really short or tossing out jeans for their inability to adapt to change. But those things are common to me. This was bigger. I found the life-altering drug that Mister and I needed. There is a puppy. She has a name. But … Read more

A Radical Act In The Midst of Uncertainty

I’m not the sort who wakes up in a cheesy rom-com. Even when I was young and my body parts were all in the normal place, I wasn’t rom-com material and I surely am not now. But somehow, there I was, blindly stumbling toward what the youngsters call a “meet-cute.” I was the last know, … Read more

Nipping at the Heels of Despair

My horse sister called to ask how I was. It wasn’t small talk. We tell each other the truth and it took a beat to answer. There were so many parts. “I’m exhausted,” I said. “It’s been such a hard year.” “Anna, it’s only April,” she said. And we both chuckled and quickly slid into … Read more

An Anniversary Promotion From a Dead Horse

Today is a big anniversary for me. Here is the thing about anniversaries; they only matter to the ones having them. We might congratulate married couples if anyone outside remembers the date. We mark the anniversary of years at work, looking toward retirement. Birthdays are anniversaries. Some of us celebrate sobriety milestones. Or remember the … Read more

Can We Talk About Our Gray Mare Future?

I’ve been pondering two conversations about horses lately. They aren’t very cheerful and I always know, no matter what I write about, I’ll end up poking someone in the eye when I don’t mean to. But people are touchy about horses, I notice. The first conversation was several years ago, but I think of it … Read more

The Glare On My Glasses

I have a confession. I am a gray mare who loves technology, pressing my nose to monitors and screens for hours each day. And yet, my brain is sharp, my knowledge grows. I can carry on philosophical conversations with donkeys, using an extensive vocabulary of words. Grammerly says the top 96th percentile. And I’m multilingual, … Read more