The Heart Horse, The Best Dog, and Our Jolene
Mister has been studying Edgar Rice Burro, our farm's moral compass, these last years. He recognizes the donkey's buddha-like wisdom...
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...
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,...
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...
Jolene. Jolene. Jolene. JOLEEENE!
Sometimes, change sneaks up behind you when you least expect it, knocks you down, and drags you off, kicking and...
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...
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...
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...
An Anniversary! And a 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...
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...
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