RELAXED AND FORWARD: Since 2010, an archive of weekly horse training essays. My dogs say it's their turn now. Happy to oblige, it's all affirmative. Including words from a gray mare on the fine art of aging cantankerously.
Photo Challenge: Heritage (with Doghair)
The dog watches me sit at the edge of the bed pulling a frayed t-shirt over my head, shoulders rounded...
Photo Challenge: Earth
Earthling, born of indelible green, translucent waters, boundless clouds and sky, and tasked in each small life to be curious...
Photo Challenge: Path
when it all looks obscure she leads not lost not found but traveling beyond the map so follow close your...
Photo Challenge: New Horizon
inconvenience be damned the next improbable howl of resilience is just beyond the word yes so just yes ... Anna...
The Passion to Punish
First, last, and always, this is the truth about communication with animals: Punishment is the lowest form of expression. A...
Rescue: Training the Things We Take for Granted
Lethargy. Sweltering with a non-specific stickiness. Flies. More flies. Dilly-dallying. These are the wilting Dog Days of Summer, named for...
Dogs and the Things We Cannot Change
Are you the kind of person who gets nervous in a new place if there isn't a dog to talk...
When Nothing Less than Havarti Will Do
I've been getting the stink eye from Preacher Man. It happens. He's a member of the Long and Low Club,...
Singleton Dreams: Shedding in the Bedding
These are the dog days of summer--long and extreme. Not the kindest summer, either. My extended horse family has suffered...
Buying the Right to Make a Correction.
She's Tomboy. I don't write about her often enough; she's a little more serious than my corgi men. She's a...
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