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Or maybe I should have called this one "Pepper and Salt and Pepper." I walked into my office this evening after dinner and was greeted by this unusual arrangement. That’s blind Evelyn on the left, blind and deaf Spinner in the middle, and Birdie with muscular dystrophy on the right. We had taken one of…
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Of all the 80 animals at the ranch, blind and deaf Spinner is clearly the most disabled. I can’t imagine being blind … or deaf … but to go through life both blind AND deaf? I’ve tried to think what that must be like, and it’s hard to grasp. So every day we just marvel…
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Cody, our three-legged boy who is originally from Miami, Florida, isn’t as much of a weather wuss as he was at the beginning of this winter. At first it was a battle just to get him to go outside. Now he will bound through the snow to go bark at Travis on the other side…
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Alayne and I had perfectly timed — or so we thought — our hay move this week so we could have our volunteers help us pick up a load tomorrow, on Saturday. One of the volunteers who had planned to come out was Beth, who was our first employee and is now teaching and working…
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We proudly launched a new Web site today called UnwantedHorses.org, and as the name suggests, it’s about all the unwanted horses in America. Alayne and I have fielded countless calls and emails from people across the country over the past several years, hoping we could take the horses they no longer wanted. These are the…
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This is Joshua, one of our barn cats. We call him ‘the hydrologist’ … and for a reason. He is fascinated with water — running water, to be precise. Not the boring, ordinary kind of water sitting motionless in a water bowl, of course. But any water coming out of a faucet or hydrant or…
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This is what my office floor looked like this afternoon. I was working on ‘thank you’ letters and emails to the wonderful people who had made year-end donations when I swiveled around in my chair and realized just how many dogs had crowded into my office. The camera was sitting here on the desk next…
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Alayne and I wanted to tell you how much we appreciated all the wonderful comments and thoughts so many kind-hearted people have sent our way after reading about Chance’s death yesterday. From the comments posted on the blog to the emails we’ve received, we have been very touched by the condolences and sentiments. Thank you…
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We asked our equine vet, Dr. Bill Brown of Missoula, to come out today and put our blind horse Chance to sleep. After almost two years of battling lymphosarcoma, the time had come … and we wanted Chance to go peacefully, quickly, and gently, surrounded by people who loved him. And that’s how he died…
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Alayne and I were headed out this afternoon to start barn chores when we walked into this scene in our living room. Mr. Pig, one of the squeaky toys we handed out on Christmas night, lay dead on the floor, its innards ripped out and scattered far and wide. We had given Mr. Pig to…