Sometimes, things just happen

Manny has been thoroughly enjoying his new home. He even made friends with the two bossy Arabian mares and they allowed him to eat with them. He greets his human at the gate every day and follows her around the pasture in play. Just yesterday they were out playing together in the cold and mud, but neither one would have had it any other way. Manny is loved.


Early this morning, Manny's legs folded beneath him for the last time.


He hadn't gone off his feed, he wasn't sluggish and didn't seem sick. Doc had just checked him out in his new home a few weeks ago. There were no injuries and no cause for concern. There wasn't any sign in the mud that he had struggled to rise.


I think Manny's heart had just had enough. Megan is heartbroken and I can't blame her at all. But I hope she realizes that she gave Manny what he needed in his final days... a kind and gentle human all his own.

Manny goes home

We delivered Manny to his new home today. It rained all day, but once he met his new friend he didn't seem to care. Neither one of them did, actually. Megan put his brand new halter on him, fed him some grain, then the two of them walked and trotted around the pasture in the rain. Manny has two Arabian mares to charm, chickens to sniff, dogs to play with, and a human who thinks he's the best thing since sliced bread. Manny's new humans would also like to adopt Classy in the Spring. Okie dokie.




Manny's humans raise all sorts of chickens and have chicks all over the place. Of course, they are all adorable and friendly. They sent us home with six roosters for Glenn to butcher at his leisure. If he knows what's good for him he'll do the deed before I get too attached. I haven't named them... yet.




Oh! When Glenn was out hunting on Friday he saw the other four guineas that disappeared so long ago. They were full grown and happily sitting in a tree looking at him. Bonus!!

Back to work tomorrow. Ugh. I hope everyone enjoyed the long weekend!

Can we have another? Please?

Intruder Alert!

Abbybutt is back and this time he brought a friend. The friend that they got so that Appybutt wouldn't get wonder lust again. They are trying to dismantle the fence as I type. The more squealing I hear, the angrier I get. I've called animal control, enough is enough.

The snow is coming down so hard I can barely see the top of the driveway from the house. The vet is due to come back out for Classy again this morning. She's not doing much better so it's time for a blood panel to be done. She's still eating and drinking and seems to be putting on a little weight, but she still isn't her normal self.

Glenn is fixing the 4 wheel drive on his truck tonight so we can get the trailer out of the pasture and deliver Manny to his new home this weekend. Did I mention that before? The owner of the feed store is adopting him as a companion animal. He'll have a pasture with two primadonna Arab mares who hate being caught. The young girl that lives there will just love having an attention whore like Manny to dote on! In the Spring they'd like to adopt two rideable horses. I think being adopted by someone who owns a feed store is probably the best stroke of luck Manny has ever had.

We're also getting supplies tomorrow morning to build the loafing shed in the bachelor pasture. We're hoping to at least have the posts and roof up by Saturday night, then I can work on nailing up the sides during the week after work and on lunch breaks. Saturday night we're headed over to Anastasia's so she can give me the "Barbie" treatment for the parade in a couple of weeks. The Christmas parade went from two riders to seven, including me. They want me on Quest with a red and gold Aussie type theme. I've just been sitting back and letting this happen since everyone else seems much more into it than I am. I think it's a great idea, but I'm more the sit back and watch it unfold type, than the be in the spotlight smiling for the audience type. I'm just hoping Quest is a spotlight type of horse and doesn't decide to trample the highschool marching band into little bits and pieces. I also hope he likes red and gold.