Meet our Newest Guest Resident

Meet Miss Sophie Gobbles.

Remember Miss Gertie Maude Gibble Gobbles and she who followed, Gertie’s Ghost?  It seems our chicken and duck flock magnetically attract one wild turkey hen to the property at a time.  Sophie is beautiful and far less feral than Gertie’s Ghost.  We all know Miss Gertie herself nearly ran me over, trying to jump into my arms - no wildness there in that (big) gal.

Welcome, Sophie!  We hope you decide to stay a while, past the month of November at the very least.  Your attraction to Boo-Boo Spooky, our black naked-neck rooster, seems to be reciprocated.  Perhaps Mr. Boo-Boo will entice to you stay and be protected by His Turckenness.

Cowgirl Camp a la Megan

Weekend of October 23rd - Wonderful food, great friends, and fun horse times (despite AJ’s tears)!

Diamond and Megan

Diamond and Megan

Paisano and Simrat

Paisano and Simrat

Sky and Romina

Sky and Romina

Cornelius and Amy Jo

Cornelius and Amy Jo

AJ & Cornelius, Daisy & Megan

AJ & Cornelius, Daisy & Megan

Simrat’s Thankful Thursday

To see others appreciate what you have and what you do is nice; it feels good. To watch as others draw themselves into your world and love what you love, care for what you care for, and honor what you honor is overwhelming and beautiful. Today (and for many days to come) I am and will be grateful to Ridgeline Montessori Public Charter School’s Middle School’s students, teachers, parents, and grandparents who stayed at Tired Dog Ranch for three days and worked through torrential downpours and biting temperatures in the thirties. These children and their caretakers mucked over 10 acres of pasture, gathered sugar pine cones for winter fires, cleaned a very messy (and stinky) chicken coop, brushed pygora goats, walked a lonely pig, groomed and walked rescue horses, helped feed the horses (thank you, Gatlin!), gathered and moved acres of downed limbs, tended and burned a gigantic brush pile, dismantled a 60′ x 40′ vegetable garden in preparation for sheltered horse corrals, and truly made themselves all honorary lifetime members of Tired Dog Ranch. Middle Schoolers, YOU ROCK! I am so grateful for all the work you completed, all the time you shared with me, and all the love you gave to our animals and our land. Thank you children, teachers, parents, and grandparents.

I cannot wait for your next visit! May the rain gods be resting in deep hibernating slumber and the warmth fairies be visiting our old growth forest, partying all day and all night in the hay loft.

Joe (Corbin's grandfather) and children burning the huge brush pile and mucking the front pasture

Joe (Corbin's grandfather), Caitlin (middle school assistant teacher) and children burning the huge brush pile and mucking the front pasture. Other children were busy grooming and braiding horses' manes and tails, walking Five O'Clock Charlie, brushing the pygora goats, and feeding Piggy Jim.

Preparing for hard work outside in the cold

Preparing for hard work outside in the cold

To see how others express their gratitude, please visit Akal Ranch and The Pony Expression.

What a Week!

Cornelius and me at Romina's for Cowgirl Camp in September

Cornelius & AJ at Romina's Cowgirl Camp in Sublimity 9/19/09

Tuesday, Cornelius colicked - my first, full-blown colic. Thankfully Dr. Jeff Pelton of Four Hooves Veterinary Clinic talked me through the process, and Cornelius passed a lot of gas and feces 15 minutes after I administered a prescribed dose of Banamine. Dr. Pelton kept in close and constant contact with me by telephone until we knew the scare had passed. I don’t know what I would have done had my precious, perfect pony not made it. Thank you, Dr. Pelton.

Moon Ray, BLM gelding prize pony

Thursday, Moon Ray, my precious raffle prize pony, got his hooves trimmed; and Luis was halter broke, both by Megan Perkins of Healthy Hooves, LLC. Thank you, Angel Megan! Luis, you are my little angel who came through two days of major changes like a champ. Moon Ray, I cannot believe that you are going to be a 16+ hand horse. (Thank you so very much, Megan, for bursting my pony-loving bubble.

No!  I don't wanna!

No! I don't wanna!

Luis, haltered and leading with Megan

Luis, haltered and leading with Megan

Gelding Luis and his dam, Luna, 10/16/09

Gelding Luis and his dam, Luna, 10/16/09

Friday must be bulleted as there is too much to put in paragraph form:

  • Luis (DOB: 05/28/09) was gelded and vaccinated and had his hooves trimmed. (Thank God for the time anesthesia allowed us, and thank God for Simrat Khalsa (Akal Ranch) and Dr. Pelton.)
  • Luna, Luis’ dam, had her teeth floated as we found very sharp points all along her top and bottom jawline as well as the longest, more severe hooks I have ever seen - nearly 3/4″ long. No wonder this poor mare has been dropping weight and her jaw has been clicking!
  • Cornelius had his teeth floated and at nearly 18 years of age, had only sharp points on his molars and some incisor work to balance his front teeth. All-in-all, his teeth looked remarkably fantastic.
  • Five O’Clock Charlie had a lovely, full-size bean removed from his sheath (yes, there is a sheath-cleaning song, but I won’t bother you with that now) as well as his sheath completely cleaned; was assessed for lameness and is terribly arthritic and with very thin, shallow soles (hooves) with P3 (coffin bone) right under the surface of his sole (very painful); had very sharp points on all his molars, incisors that had to be balanced, molars that had to be rebalanced due to not chewing on one side, because he had FIVE LOOSE TEETH that had to be extracted, one which was horribly infected and another that was only sitting in the socket - not even attached. How this horse has survived, not losing a tremendous amount of weight, and remained the kindest, gentlest, most forgiving soul on the property is beyond me. Five O’Clock is on a prescribed dose of antibiotics and bute. We expect a full recovery and sassiness never-before witnessed by horse or mankind.

Five O'Clock Charlie's extracted teeth 10/16/09; for perspective, the last tooth on the right is the length of my index finger

  • Blue Jean had her teeth floated (another “wild” BLM horse with really incredibly healthy teeth at the tender age of 24) and only required sharp points be removed. Dr. Pelton then attempted to tap her right hock joint to remove the fluid causing swelling, and we were surprised by the small amount of synovial fluid removed. We gave Blue Jean a cortisone injection in her hock in an attempt to reduce swelling and subsequent pain.
  • Margarita was halter trained by Simrat! After Simrat took Lily for a ride, I tacked up Cornelius and went for a short trail ride myself. (I do not recommend riding a horse only hours after anesthesia unless you enjoy walking … trudging … crawling along slower than a slug.) When C-Man and I returned, I found Simrat, Lily, and Rita in the red pen and so let Cornelius mingle with his front-pasture pals. As I approached the red pen, I saw that she had a rope on Rita and a halter in hand! What?! Two babies haltered in less than 24 hours? YES! Rita took to the halter like she had been doing it for years. What a smarty-pants princess! Thank you, Simrat!

Margarita de los Prados and one of her many mothers and breeder, Simrat Khalsa

Margarita and Amy Jo

Margarita and Amy Jo

Wet Wednesday

The rains are here. And the rain very early this morning turned to an extended downpour, leaving behind not puddles, but ponds. As I ventured to the upper meadow to begin my morning chores, I was greeted by a variety of unusual visitors with whom I know I share this property daily, but who usually live in hiding and remain more discreet. Today they owned the land, and I actually had to tread very lightly and carefully so as to not take out any of these lovely beings.

After feeding the vast and hungry menagerie, I woke up the kids and we headed to the upper meadow in hopes of adding to our Tired Dog Worm Farm. We were not disappointed! Jackie, Gail, Tash, and Brandon: Bert’s got nothing on us when it comes to gigantic nightcrawlers! Next July, you will not be led on a wild goose chase into Hillbillyville where Dueling Banjos plays all day and all night. You have your own organic worm farm right outside the Cowboy Cabin, ready for your fishing pleasure. (Jackie, thank you for the schooling on starting a worm farm. Ours/Yours is doing great! I started one right after you left - like minutes after you left 1) so I would not forget and 2) so nobody would see me crying as I missed you so badly.)


We Have a Name!

Five days old and a name is chosen: Margarita de los Prados (Daisy of the Grasslands) in honor of her mother, Lily.  Lily of the Valley is not Lily’s actual name, but the correlation works so well.  Margarita’s first photos within hours of her birth were taken with her lying in the daisies.  She now nibbles on and plays in the daisies in her meadow.  Thank you, Anne-Marie.  Her name is absolutely perfect.

We will register Margarita with the name Lily gave her through Bridget Pilloud: AR Oko-Ohn-Sipa.

Mother and Daughter

Mother and Daughter

We Have Touchdown!

Friday. June 26, 2009

In the wee hours of the morn, a beautiful bay dun filly was born. Welcome Lily Filly! We are so happy you are with us and have joined our family!

Lily Filly resting among the daisies her first hours of life

Lily Filly resting among the daisies her first hours of life

Lily and Filly 6/26/09

Lily and her foal 6/26/09

Filly and Lily 6/26/09

Filly and Lily 6/26/09

Paisano x Choctaw Lily

Simrat Khalsa/Akal Ranch (Lily’s and Paisano’s human mom)

All name suggestions are welcome and encouraged! Please, give us your ideas. Leave a comment with your favorite name, and we will consider it for Lily Filly. So far, the most popular names suggested are:

Lucia Lidia Josefina, Waterlily, Wildflower, Daisy May, Florence, and O-ko-own-she-pat (Lily’s name choice as phonetically heard and spelled through animal communicator Bridget Pilloud - if anyone knows the origin and/or correct spelling of this name, please share!)

Simrat’s Thankful Thursday

Grace … Joy … Hope … Faith …

These are not the names of people I know, biblical concepts I study, or figurines in my garden. They simply are. And I am so grateful for them. They are my four favorite words in the English language. They are so difficult to describe and yet so easily understood. How do you put into words grace, joy, hope or faith? They simply define themselves when you meet them, know them, and truly love them.

Lily, Simrat’s Spanish Mustang mare, and Vinnie, Lily’s first born, remind me of grace, joy, hope, and faith. I am so grateful that these two precious souls are in my charge here at Tired Dog Ranch, sharing with me their grace, joy, hope, and faith. Perhaps the foal that Lily keeps inside her (any day now, Lily) has one of these beautiful names waiting for her? (I know … it could be a he.)

Please visit Akal Ranch and The Pony Expression to appreciate others’ gratitude.

Lily's Grace

Lily's Grace

Vinnie's Joy

Vinnie's Joy

Lily's Hope

Lily's Hope

Lily's Faith

Lily's Faith

My name is Coco

My human dad died a week ago Friday on May Day. He was my companion, and I was his. He picked me out of a litter of my brothers and sisters when I was a young puppy, and we spent the last four years together. We spent most of our time in our home, resting quietly and just being together. My dad was very sick, and he died too young. He was only 53. He was a Vietnam veteran and a proud, loyal American.

After my dad died, the people who took care of my dad came to our house to retrieve the belongings my dad had promised them. A lady also came to our house, a lady I had never before seen. I was so lonely and confused; I did not understand what was happening. The way this lady looked at me made me feel safe and calm. I heard another lady say, “Sally, Coco really likes you. See how she looks at you and follows you everywhere?” The lady named Sally left, and I returned to feeling scared and alone. I overheard the others saying they did not want me. They wanted the television and beds, but they had no room for me.

Sally came back to our house only a short while later that very same evening. She had a leash in her hand. I felt relief and excitement, but also anxiety. I would miss my house. I missed my dad terribly. But with Sally, I felt I would be safe and loved. And I am.

Simrat’s Thankful Thursday

“My darling mother-in-law, a true 75-year-old wise woman and a dear bonny Irish lass, said to me once, ‘It is a choice to be Happy.’ I believe it.  It is a choice to live positively, and it is very hard work, but sooooo worth it.”  This pearl of wisdom was sent to me this week by a dear friend, a wise woman herself, appropriately named Spirit.  I am beyond grateful that she shared with me such simple yet prophetic words that I have heard throughout my life and yet never fully understood until now.

My beautiful 13-year-old son who could be angry with the world, battling hormonal rage, angry about being isolated out here in the woods without friends or video game shopping possibilities, using illicit street drugs or engaging in any number of negative teenage behaviors was Happy today to join me outside in my journey to help build a round pen with Sally and Simrat.  Sam had a smile on his face as he shared four hours by my side, chainsaw in hand, gloves on hand, and happiness in his heart.  I am so grateful for Sam’s happiness, which he clearly chooses despite the obstacles he encounters daily, both biological internally and social externally.  I think the round pen should be named the Triple S Corrals in gratitude for Sally, Simrat and now Sam and all their hard work while wearing smiles.

Sam, consistently full of happiness for 13 years now ... and still happy

Sam, consistently full of happiness for 13 years now ... and still happy

To see how others share their gratitude, please visit Akal Ranch and The Pony Expression.