The 'eyes' have it...

In my endless quest to create the perfect living conditions for Mr Wonderful, I am once again struggling with how much turnout to allow.

Too much, and I fear that he will pound around on those delicate feet too hard and make himself sore.

Too little, and he fails to move enough to stimulate good hoof growth, and may go stir crazy, to boot.

So I let Pookey have a say in the matter. We were democratic, and voted. Me against more turnout, Pookey 'for.'

Take a look at that lovely pleading brown eye and tell me you could refuse his plea?

Needless to say, the 'eyes' have it!

More joggin'

I just can't help myself.

Pookey Bear is jogging so nicely in his boots, I simply had to post another short clip.

I know. This makes close to a dozen round-pen clips I've posted, and they all look pretty much the same.

So humor me, okay?

Here it is: 'Scrawny Bay Horse, Jogging, Redux.'

Happy Horse!

It is hard to believe that just one short year ago we were living in Laminitis Land.

Today, amazingly, we have a healthy, happy horse!

Pookey Bear just got back from a visit to his farrier Joe at La Mesa, where he got a 'touch up' trim on his nearly-grown out feet. He still has an inch or so to go on his right front before he is standing on nice new growth, and solidly attached hoof wall, but his left front is almost completely grown out, and his movement has improved accordingly!

I snapped the photo above as he was enjoying a big bowl of soaked Ontario Dehydrated Timothy Balance Cubes (Triple Crown Feeds) during his afternoon turnout time in his round pen. Green oak tree, deep blue sky, happy horse! Note the lovely chiseled features, no longer obscured by layers of insulin-driven 'puffiness.'

Pookey's low-carb diet worked so well for him that hubby and I were compelled to try it, and after six months, between the two of us we have lost almost as much weight as the horse did.

(Of course my features don't look quite as chiseled, but who's complaining?)

We are now intensifying our rehab efforts to try to build back some of that lost muscle over Pookey's hip and hindquarters. Our goal is to get him fit enough to do showmanship again, perhaps by next spring. He would love to hop in the trailer to go somewhere besides the vet clinic. And he would love to bask in the glow of the adoring crowds again (well, okay, the handful of spectators who clap), instead of just being poked, prodded, and x-rayed.

Thanks so much to all of you who have checked on Pookey over the past year and a half, and special thanks to those who were instrumental in helping him heal.

We are so grateful!

Just a quick update to let you know Pookey Bear is well.

He is moving nicely and is only a tad uncomfortable when at rest. His new trim looks great!

His nursemaid, on the other hand, is not doing so well.

The photo above? Nota bene: that middle board is the central beam that runs down the middle of our house, the two side boards are the rafters that tie into it, or should I say, 'tied' into it, as in 'past tense.'

The record drought has wreaked havoc with our house as well as with our hay budget, resulting in (as you see above) the skeleton of the house coming undone.

Ignore the spider. He is the least of my worries.

Also, I have been forced into a computer 'fast' because hubby has decided that excessive computer use has caused me to have some visual/cognitive/concentration problems, resulting in my 'bumping into' one of our cars with another one of our cars...several times...

So I am limited to fifteen minutes a day, except for those tasks that theoretically I can perform without looking at the screen, like typing.

Have you ever tried typing without looking at the screen?

You wind up sending out some really funny e-mails! Don't ask me how I know!

So yesterday, in an attempt to focus on a 'bricks and mortar' type task to improve my concentration, and to save a few bucks, I decided to make my own laundry detergent.

Unfortunately, the recipe did not mention that the primary ingredients--washing soda and Borax--will scrape the surface right off of a $229 saucepan.

Who'd da thunk it?

Pasture? What's that?

After thirty years spent plowing, seeding, watering, mowing, spraying, and fertilizing, this is what I have to show for it: twenty acres of crunchy brown straw, and a series of gaping cracks in the ground that look like a scaled-down version of Palo Duro Canyon.

The cracks are so extensive, and so deep and wide, that I can no longer risk even hand walking Pookey Bear. So he is confined to quarters until it rains, which seems like it might be never.

For fun, and to help offset my feelings of impending agricultural doom, I have been playing a variation of the game we all played as little kids, where we looked up in the sky and imagined the different kinds of animals we saw in the clouds. Only I am using cracks in the ground.

Do you see a coyote in this one? I do. At least I hope it's a coyote, and not The Wolf at the Door...

Praying for rain!

Parched in Texas

Finally Frisky!

After a long absence, I am finally bowing to pressure from the multitudes of followers out there who have been demanding a recent update on Pookey Bear.

Thanks to both of you for caring!

Pookey is doing great, as the attached video clip will attest. His recent trim at La Mesa left him very comfortable afterward, and as long as he remembers to lace up his boots before he leaves his stall, he is having no problems with our drought-hardened, rock-like blackland soil.

Hope the clip works. I am experimenting with iMovie--gee, there's a learning curve!--and just figured out how to attach sound.

Couldn't figure out how to mute my shouted instructions, however, so please ignore.

The soundtrack might not be totally synched or appropriate, but it was free. Daughter and her talented friend are available for weddings, quinceaneras and bar mitzvahs as long as the gig is within 30 miles of College Station, and pays enough to cover their gas.

Pop-art Appaloosa

Since apps are all the rage these days, I thought I would share my pop-art App, who is enjoying having the entire pasture to himself since Pookey Bear cannot eat grass.

A quick update on Pookey: he seems to be working out of his most recent bout of soreness a bit, and had a good report on his last farrier/doctor visit. I am suspicious that some of his soreness is due to more abscesses forming--will they ever end?

At least he is moving around nicely in his boots again, and he seems to be picking up weight as well. Unfortunately, his caregiver (me) is back to soaking hay--not real convenient when I am in a hurry, but when I have the luxury of time, I fill up his tub, then run the cool water down my legs and into my Crocs.

Summertime, and the livin' is easy!