Sunday, June 28, 2009

Rockstar Photo Shoot

Lately, I've been putting Poco's forelock
in a topknot.
It makes me smile every time.

He channels his
inner Gene Simmons.

Not to be outdone,
Jaz does his best
Ace Frehley Imitation.

Hell yeah, he can sing!

And dance!

Ready for his closeup.
Who needs eye makeup?

Cut! Cut!
Jaz, the order is shake, rattle, then roll.

That's a wrap for today.
Bring on the Gatorade.

Gatorade lips

A contented fart in my general direction.

Another good day to be wild Boyz.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Dirty White Boyz

"Hey, baby, if you're feelin' down
I know what's good for you all day
Are you worried what your friends see
Will it ruin your reputation lovin' me

'Cause I'm a dirty white boy
Yeah a dirty white boy
A dirty white boy"

"Dirty White Boys"
Lou Gramm & Mick Jones (Foreigner)
From the album "Head Games" 1979

Triple digit temps have me hurrying home
to hose down my miserable horses.
As soon as I untied them, I walked the 20 ft.
or so to prepare their buckets.
Pokeymon has his priorities straight.

Jaz couldn't wait.


Ooh, what's that?

Cold, sweet, Texas Ruby Red grapefruit!

Now that the food's gone ...

... we have a dirty roan boy too.

It don't get no better'n this!

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

En La Casa #10

These wooden plaques live in the
bathroom you would use if you were a
guest at Casa Fry.

They belonged to my late father.
It was hard to get good photos because
the light kept reflecting off
the polyurethane.

They were made by
a friend of his, who is
also now deceased.
Each is approx. 24" tall

He cut the shapes with a jigsaw,
colored them with different stains,
then glued them to the background.

I've always been fond of them.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Waiting on a Friend

Meet Martha,
the newest resident of Casa Fry.

I drove 2 hours to an animal shelter
yesterday to meet this little cutie,
after a friend posted an irresistible
photo on his Facebook page.
Now that I've seen her in person, I think all
photos of her may be irresistible.

She is older than I thought; they estimate 3 years.
That's good for us, since our schedules are
irregular, and we lack the patience, much less
the desire, to housebreak and train a pup.

She was turned in as a stray.
Mike and I worry about those
tiny, mousy little paws.

She looks like our Cindi (above), but even smaller.
We hope Martha has the sense Cindi lacks
to stay out from underfoot.
Cindi came to us because she caused her
elderly former owner to trip and fall.
You can see what happened to her in 2007.
Before you feel too sorry for her,
she milked that cast for all it was worth.

We're also praying Martha's JRT digging genes
are repressed, though they usually
only dig when they're bored, and it
stays pretty interesting around here.
So much to bark at,
so little time.

Martha has her vet visit this week.
She has tested negative for heartworms.
She will get all her shots and
they'll spay her if she isn't already.

I can only get back there next Saturday, so
I told the shelter to have the vet board her,
and I will pick her up from there.

Impulsive pet adoption:
one more reason to stay off
social networking sites.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Busy Saturday Ahead

This has been the Week That Wouldn't End! I didn't think Friday was ever going to get here! While I like my job well enough — and am grateful to have it — the older I get, the more I need down time, both physically and mentally.

My rodeo injury is still with me, but doesn't yet concern me. I can still see bruising on the outside, so it's logical to assume there's still bruising on the inside. Even if I did chip a bone or something, there's not really anything they can do. And the only thing that hurts is walking. I can twist it, turn it, bend it in any direction, but I still limp when I walk. Patience ...

Tomorrow will be a busy day. I'm trailering the Boyz to their overdue annual vet visit. The Boyz trailer easily, and the vet is only a little over a mile away, so why not pocket the $60-$65 he gets for a farm call? Mike works nights and will not be home in time to help, so I had asked Nita if she'd come, but she will be out of town. Heather, so NOT a morning person, graciously said she'd accompany me. I can do it myself, but we all know the value of an extra set of experienced hands, just in case.

After that, I may be headed to pick up a new resident for Casa Fry. Friends who live about 2 hours away are active in their community, including their local animal shelter. He posted a pic on his Facebook page of an adorable little dog up for adoption that could be Cindi's younger (thinner!) sister. Like Cindi, she appears to be a Jack Russell/Chihuahua mix. We don't need another dang dog, but I'm going to call them after the vet appointment, and if she has not been adopted, I'll head down to see her. As I told the shelter folks, the only real deal breaker for us is if she's a digger, which many JRTs are; it's what they've been bred to do. In our neck of the woods, a loose little dog is pretty much a dead little dog. If she opts to tunnel under the fence, she'll either be roadkill or coyote/bobcat bait.

Cindi and Chula are at the age (about 12) that it's time to bring in another dog, so the remaining one will not be alone when the first one passes. There's not much sadder than watching a pet pine for a friend who's not coming back. Both dogs are still active and healthy, but are showing the occasional sign of slowing down.

Tomorrow promises to be a busy and expensive day, but I'm looking forward to it anyway.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Falling Down #10

Pilot Point, TX

Gotta protect the boat and the couch,
cuz life's about fishin' and watchin' NASCAR.

Monday, June 15, 2009

The Boyz Are Back In Town

Guess who just got back today?
Those wild-eyed boys that had been away
Haven't changed, haven't much to say
But man, I still think those cats are great

That jukebox in the corner blasting out my favorite song
The nights are getting warmer, it won't be long
It won't be long till summer comes
Now that the boys are here again

The boys are back in town

(Phil Lynott)
Thin Lizzy - 1976

Switching horses with Heather was a win-win.

My horses look great as a result of having
their food rationed and being worked
a couple times a week.
Being stalled forced them
to practice their people skills.
Trailering has become a non-event.

I returned the fillies in fine fiddle.
They are fatter and sassier.
I learned from them,
and they from me.

I'll consider a similar arrangement next year.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

The Bonfire of My Vanity

I got my hair cut really short.
I am done coloring my hair.

My new motto:

I'm not graying, I'm roaning.

At least I'm in good company.
Well, maybe not good,
but familiar.

No amount of hair color can
change the fact that I'm 57 years old.
The suspension of time is an illusion.
We're all going to die,
regardless of how beautiful a corpse
we hope to leave behind.

I have earned every one of those gray hairs.

Judge for yourself — here are a few
highlights off the top of my head
(pun intended):

Almost having my kid taken away
by CPS because the little shit was
mad I wouldn't give him candy
or let him sit inside all day
in front of the TV.
He told the neighbors I
wouldn't feed him and
that I locked him outside.

Or the time I took him on an
outing in the desert.
I looked up from my conversation
to see a tiny speck
clinging to the sheer face
near the top of a rock formation
hundreds of feet high.

Or the night I awoke and
my addict ex wasn't in bed beside me.
I found him outside
burning press sheets of $20 bills
in the charcoal grill.

Or the night I got a call
from the cops to
come and bail said addict ex
from jail after he totaled
my beloved Nissan 280 ZX.
I didn't.

Let's not forget the time
he emptied my bank account
the day before the rent, daycare,
and my car payment were due.

Or the time after I left addict ex when
he showed up at my apartment
"to make amends"
and tried to kill me as
my young child stood frozen
by the front door, screaming.

On my very first convention trip,
our entertainment, The Passing Zone,
got hung up in Jamaican customs
a few hours before they were to perform.
While a coworker sped to Montego Bay
to bribe customs officials,
my boss and I were literally
on our knees in a dank closet, praying,
"Please God, send chainsaws."

We had just moved to Casa Fry.
The kid ran in yelling, "Call 911
RIGHT. NOW." And I did, calmly.
I walked out to see that he and Mike had
set the field — the front yard — on fire.
It was a BIG fire.
I stayed inside and let them deal with it,
except the cops showed up and wrote ME
a ticket because there was a burn ban.
The guys were nowhere to be found.
They had gone to the store to get cold drinks.
It's still on my record and the
local yokels haven't forgotten.
Stupid damn city folks.

The phone call from the kid, now grown
and in the military, stationed in Korea,
telling me they were
being deployed to Iraq.
I blame George Bush
for a BUNCH of my gray hair.

The phone call from Mike while
I was at Atlantis, telling me the kid,
home on leave before going to Iraq,
was going to marry his 16-year old girlfriend,
the day after I got back,
with HER parents' blessing.
My kingdom for an unregistered handgun.

I could go on, but you get the picture.

I plan on wearing my gray like a
badge of courage and survival.

This grey mare can still
kick ass and take names.

Monday, June 8, 2009

The Skin She's In

Warning: this post contains a graphic photo of equine anatomy.

I'm pleased at how well Amber is filling out.
Both she and Vera are starting to look like mature
horses rather than gangly youngsters.

Amber is so, so sweet.
Poor baby has allergies.

She likes it when I wipe her eyes
with a cool, damp cloth.

Amber is a champagne Quarter Horse.
She has the oddest skin and haircoat.
Her skin is baby soft and she's tender-hided.

The areas that appear as grey shadows are mottled.
You can really see it when she's wet,
as she is in most of these photos.
I've been trying to toughen her up a little so
she's not so creepy-crawly when you touch her.
I was excited that she was able to tolerate
a nubby rubber mitt during Sunday's bath.

She has seborrhea on the places that are the
most heavily mottled.
I did a Google search to see if the two are related,
but I couldn't find anything.

The saddle area is where the seborrhea is the worst.
Of course it is.

Her skin is an indescribable
shade of salmon pink.

Sometimes it looks almost apricot colored,
or like the blush of a peach.

My hairdresser would charge a fortune
for streaks like she has in her mane and tail.

I think Heather will be pleased at how
nicely sculpted both her fillies are.

And I think (I hope) I taught them a few things
that will help them be better horses.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Fillies — Day 21

Twenty-one days ago, I brought home 2 of Heather's fillies — 2.5-year old Appaloosa Vera (The Horse Formerly Known As Oops) and 3-year old Champagne Quarter Horse Amber (Cristal Lynx) — for some spoilin'.

For those who have been absent, Poco and Jaz have been at Heather's since
Jaz's abscess in March. At the time, Heather and Nita were on foal watch, and kindly offered to care for Jaz, since I don't have a barn. Rather than bring back a buddy for Poco, we sent them both to allow our drought-ravaged land to rest. Praise God for all the rain we've had! The annual rye we sowed took hold and took off. Mike said to bring ponies or he'd have to mow. Poco and Jaz are finally back to a good weight, and we're not ones to waste good grazing, so we brought the gawky fillies. Between the grazing and big buckets of grain and BOSS, they are looking pretty good.

Vera and Amber on their first full day here.
I believe horses do well here because there's not the
stress of being part of a large herd.

Amber — Day 21
The first week or so, she filled out.
After that, she got ribby again and shot up.

Amber Day 21
I love a nice round pony butt.

Vera — Day 21
She filled out until about 4-5 days ago.
Now I can see her ribs and
suspect she's getting taller as well.

Vera — Day 21
Spotted butts make me weak.
Isn't she lovely?

Vera is beautiful, smart, and the haughtiest little girl you ever want to meet. She reminds me of Poco on estrogen. As the Boss Mare of this microcosmic herd, I'm actively managing the dynamic, as always. I protect Amber while she eats, which I also do for Jaz. Vera pins her ears and rears at Amber to run her off both pans of food, unless they are spaced well apart. Even then, Vera will greedily eat all hers, and take whatever's left of Amber's. When I bathed and pampered Amber for the second time last week (seborrhea), Vera hung out next to Amber and let me hose her down without being tied. She likes the attention; she thinks she should have all of it. Sounds like a certain fat-assed Appy gelding I know with a sense of entitlement, but even he's never that aggressive toward Jaz.

I miss the Boyz terribly, and my plan is to take the Gurlz back and bring the Boyz home next weekend, providing the weather cooperates. I need to buy some grazing muzzles to control the Boyz' weight. I'll let them gorge themselves for a few days when they get back, but then I need to begin active management.

And it's almost warm enough to plant our Bermuda grass! The annual rye is dying back because of the heat, but it will help hold the Bermuda seed in place until it gets established. Mike bought 3 of the smaller size round bales that are stored in the round pen, so we should be set for awhile.

I've already smooched my ponies earlier today, and will rest my hip for the remainder of the weekend. Have fun out there and be safe.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

The Road to Whitesboro

Thanks to all who have inquired as to my wellbeing after my header off Poco last Tuesday. Because it only hurt when I walked, I was too stupid to stay off last weekend, and I'm paying for that mistake. My hip is deeply bruised, and I now understand I need to give it plenty of time to heal completely. I won't even do ground work with the horses, since I don't need to walk any more than necessary. I work on a huge corporate campus, so there's a lot of walking. I'm grateful I wasn't hurt worse.

I tell people who ask why I'm limping that it's an old rodeo injury.

I cleaned all tack out of my truck, cleaned and conditioned everything, and put it all away here at home for awhile.

Here are some photos I took on the way to Heather's recently.

Hope y'all are having a good week, and don't forget to smooch your ponies.
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