In mid Pennsylvania there's a dirty little secret called the horse auction. Broken down unwanted equines go to stone faced kill buyers, to become dog food via the Canadian and Mexican rendering plants. Lame school horses, of broken knees and weary eye, no longer worth their keep at the "nice stables", are cheaply sold to hack barns, consigned to circle another level of Dante's Inferno. Amish horses of dubious background and temperament abound. Sometimes shoestring budget rescues step in, eagerly waving a few twenties to spare a life from further misery. And every once in a while, there's a somewhat broke but well meaning rider who just wants to see if magic can happen.
I’m Not a Bad Cat
I'm not a bad cat; I hiss and claw and growl at you; it's the language I was taught to use But you never ask me for my paw, or back me into the corner wall You give me treats and sit with me; tell me jokes and your stories So even though I look … Continue reading I’m Not a Bad Cat
How To Box Up a Rooster
"I want to adopt that rooster." Maybe if I pretend not to hear, they'll go away. "I heard you were the person who could box up that rooster for me. I want to adopt that rooster." Nope, no getting out of this one. Today I am a rooster wrangler. Roosters and I used to get … Continue reading How To Box Up a Rooster
Keegan selects a home
Five hours changed my life. "Should I get a dog" morphed into "I'm on my way to get a dog!" and tilted abstract thought into action. Five hours to traverse Maryland to New York and introduce me to the force now known as Keegan, lying in wait for me at Sweet Border Collie Rescue. I … Continue reading Keegan selects a home