Wednesday, March 30, 2011

The Year of The Mustang

Adopting Chloe, our wiiiiiiild mustang, has been an incredible lesson in how to live in the moment and let go of the past. She embraces every day as if it is her last. Unfortunately that is a little closer to the truth than I'd care to admit on most days. But more on that later...


Our girl has overcome more in her short life than anyone should and she has done so with a level of grace and openness that is humbling.


I look to her as inspiration to overcome my own personal problems when they arise: if she can learn to move forward without looking back, to trust despite having been betrayed, to love unconditionally with no expectations, to let her heart boldly lead the way, to embrace life with joy and silliness, then I believe so can I no matter what issues I might face.

Chloe's Story

(Note: I do not dwell on Chloe's past but I feel a sense of responsibility to share her story in order to educate people about what is happening to millions of unwanted, neglected, and abused horses. I hope all of our rescued animals' stories help inspire our friends and readers to adopt an unwanted dog, cat, horse, donkey, or any critter and to give them loving and forever homes).
  

A Wild Mustang at Heart



Chloe is literally a wild mustang: she was born in the wild in the Sand Wash Basin near Craig Colorado in 2003.  I recently ran across a wonderful blog by a woman who photographs and helps protect the Sand Wash Basin herd. I found this picture of a palomino paint mare named Cheyenne who looks like she could be Chloe's mother. And I could easily see the stallion Corona aka Fabio being her father. This is a picture from 2010 of Corona, Cheyenne, and Whisper (a foal who has an injured foot). What a gorgeous group of horses. (If I get permission from the blog owner I will post those pictures here because they are stunning).

First Betrayal at the hands of Humans...


In 2005 Chloe was captured by the BLM in what continues to be a cruel practice of "gathering" or rounding up mustangs off of public lands - often injuring or killing them in the process. (For more information about wild horse round ups please visit The American Wild Horse Preservation Campaign to learn more about the issue and what you can do to help.)

The picture above is of a helicopter chasing a herd of mustangs during one such round up-I cannot imagine how terrifying this must be for them.

Her Second Betrayal...


Chloe spent about a year in a BLM holding facility before she was adopted by a crazy woman who supposedly ran a rescue. I am purposely choosing not to mention more details about this case because I do not want her to know where these horses are. In December of 2007 several wonderful people convinced the county sheriff to seize 27 of her horses who were being starved to death. Two other Flowery herd members, Daisy and Lily, were also rescued from that horrible place. The picture above is of Chloe in a safe haven before she was transported to the next "rescue." Sigh...she looks like a little sweet teenage girl, doesn't she?

Strike 3: The Third Betrayal


A friend helped me place Chloe into what she thought was a great home: The 3 Strikes Ranch in Nebraska. This place was supposedly heaven on earth for mustangs who had failed at other adoptions boasting thousands of acres of prairie for Chloe to run on with hundreds of other mustangs. Unfortunately, that placement would come back to haunt us just 9 months later. More than 75 mustangs were found dumped in a ditch, dead from starvation, and another 200+, also starved, were rescued. Chloe was in the worst shape of all of them.

In a cruel twist of fate Chloe broke her pelvis and injured a rear fetlock during the rescue when she panicked and fell while she was being vaccinated in a cattle chute. Sadly this is the reality of moving large numbers of unhandlable wild horses. 


 This is Chloe after her rescue. The little weanling is not Snapdragon-it is another mustang who was rescued from 3 Strikes Ranch.

I knew right there and then that we had to adopt Chloe or she would be put down. A dear friend drove her to CSU's Equine Hopsital - Chloe's odds were not good: starved, parasite ridden, unable to put weight on a rear leg, broken pelvis, and pregnant. She weighed 680lbs when she arrived at CSU - and that's before giving birth.


Here is my sweet girl at CSU-she had a Body Condition Score of 1. Three wonderful vets (Katie Amend & Jenny Sonis from CSU and my own vet Charlotte Obermeier), saved her life as well as that of her baby Snapdragon.

Safe at last...

Chloe succesfully gave birth to a baby bouncing Snapdragon and they both came home after spending 2 weeks at the hospital. Within a few months Chloe was once again able to bear weight on her rear hind fetlock and eventually all signs of that injury disappeared. She still has a dropped hip but as you can see from the videos I continually post she has complete range of motion and gallops, leaps, bucks, rears, and rolls with abandon like the wild mustang she is :)




It has almost been 2 years since she arrived at Dream Valley Ranch and she has become a sweet and affectionate girl and we adore her. She loves attention more than any of the other Flowers or the King :)


Betrayed by her own body...

Unfortunately, the amount of starvation she endured seems to have caused some organ damage and last fall she battled Acute Renal Failure. She stopped eating her hay and grain, began drinking vast quantities of water and plainly just didn't feel good.


Blood tests revealed that her kidneys were failing so we did what we could to give her every chance at surviving including 2 weeks of large quantities of IV fluids. She and I had come a long way by then and I spent 4-5 hours at a time with her getting her 40-60 liters of IV fluids warmed up in the freezing temperatures, sedating her, hooking up the IV line to her jugular catheter, and then spending time with her, just talking and singing and snuggling, while the life saving fluids poured into her veins. And it worked! For a while anyway.


This is a video I made after she made it through the worst of her illness - I posted it on our introductory blog post but it is worth reposting.


Since then she has somehow managed to find a way to compensate and live with Chronic Kidney Failure. During the past 4 months she has kept her kidneys happy by drinking  2-3 times more water than normal and by slurping on her salt block as if her life depended on it (which I suppose it did!)

Sadly I am not sure what changed in the past few weeks but suddenly her water intake has dropped to normal levels. This would be a wonderful sign if everything else was normal but she has also decreased her food intake dramatically. My horses normally each eat about 15-18 lbs of grass hay per day during the winter (that's 1.5-2% of their body weight). Chloe is eating significantly less than 10 lbs/grass hay per day.

And the lessons continue: embrace every moment...

We do not know what is going on but we are concerned. My vet is consulting with specialists and we are watching her closely. The most important thing is that our girl is happy, loving, and playful so we are doing our best to hold onto that. This video was taken 2 weeks ago, just a few days after I noticed the sudden decrease in water intake. She looks pretty happy and silly, don't you think? Heck...maybe she's decided to eat less because bikini weather is around the corner :) See? I'm trying to focus on the moment...just like my sweet mustang taught me!


Mustang Dreams


Chloe is one of the most human-centric animals I have ever known-she stares longingly up as us from her paddock, hoping we will come down and hang out with her. Usually she wants mr smrp or I to scritch her in all of her itchy spots. But sometimes she just wants to be near us. She loves to go on walks and last weekend our trainer took her on a long hand walk down our driveway and up the trails into the woods. My trainer came back in awe: "it was like walking a golden retriever!" she exclaimed. And I am not the least surprised :)


I chuckled as I realized how well that description fit our wiiiiiild mustang. If there is one dream that I can imagine my sweet spotted mustang having it is of coming into the house and hanging out as if she was one of the Guppies, or joining us on a nice afternoon hike, or snuggling on the sofa begging for a taste of my soy latte.


We may not be able to bring her inside but we sure can do our best to spoil her in every way possible so that she knows that every bit of her is loved so very dearly.


I hope so much that this will truly be The Year of The Mustang for my girl - that all of her dreams come true and that she will continue to be with us long enough to enjoy them for years to come. Regardless of what happens she is a hero in my eyes and in my heart. I have never known such a brave soul and I feel so lucky to be able to be a part of her life.

Thank you for reading Chloe's story and thank you for any love you can send her way as we fight this latest battle together.
xoxox




Friday, March 25, 2011

He's hiking with the big dogs!

The Woodle did not like what I posted about his age and he insisted that we start hiking in the woods again. I think he was quite mortified that I would ever suggest that he just dotters down the driveway like a little old man :) He particularly enjoyed that I took this picture because he obviously does not need a silly coat to keep him warm like the Guppies do ;) (To be fair to the guppies-I put their coats on because I have to crate them in the barn while I do chores and they get cold just sitting there doing nothing). We have had a busy week but I wanted to share that our Woodle is really enjoying and responding to his acupuncture/NSAID/fish oil cocktail :) happy Friday everyone!

Thursday, March 24, 2011

I love my flower garden



When we decided to rescue horses my brain immediately regressed into that of a little 8 year old girl and I gave my horses ridiculous names. There is Miss Daisy Mae (Who Looks Like A Cow), Princess Buttercup, Lily Bear Guppie Lips, Star Twinkle Flower, Sunflower B Snapdragon The B Is for Blossom, Chloe Tulip Flower, and Sweet Pea Willow Flower Mariah (the latter two prefer to go by their non flowery names for some reason). When Tango arrived I renamed him King Tangleberry Pie. This way I can say "I'm going to go water the Flowers!"

Anyway, every evening Mr smrp or I pop down to the barn to tuck The King and his Flowers in for the night. Their last feeding is usually at 10:30 (we feed hay 4xday and grain once). Last night our 6 barn ponies were attentively waiting for their bedtime cookies.

Every time I walk into our barn and see all of their cute fuzzy pony heads staring at me I feel SO darned lucky! Having horses has been my dream since I was born. How did I get so lucky to end up with a herd of 8 adorable PonyBFFs?

I rarely ride any of them (only 1 is rideable anyway)-I just enjoy having a unique connection with these beautiful creatures. They have taught me more about unconditional love and forgiveness than I can ever put into words. And knowing that most of them would not be alive if they had not come here makes me feel even luckier to have been able to rescue them.

I don't understand the concept of unwanted animals. I suppose that is why I will always rescue. Taking care of the once-unwanted-but-now-SO-treasured animals in my life makes my heart feel full of joy and purpose.

I love my beautiful flower garden and am grateful every day that I am so lucky to share my life with them.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Count Basie and his Orchestra

Last week we took our big fuzzy muppet, Count Basie, in for a dental. He had a bit of a rough time recovering from anaesthesia but he is doing really well this week. As he and I sat in the warm sun before his appointment it occurred to me that I should introduce The Count to his friends :)



The Count sunbathing. March 2011
Notice he does not have gray fur even at 13!
mr smrp says that he must use Hair Color for Woodles-hehe

Count Basie, aka The Woodle or Woodlay, is now 13.5 years old. He looks amazing! But his age is beginning to catch up with him this winter. Up until a few months ago he hiked in the woods 1-3 miles every day with the rest of the pack and loved it.




Count Basie & His (current) Orchestra

We think the cold is starting to wear on him a bit, though, so we've changed our schedule. Now we take shorter sniffy walks with The Count and his Orchestra down our long driveway every morning and evening. Afterwards he hangs out on a comfy bed at home, slurping a frozen jar of baby food, while we go on longer hikes with the other 3 dogs. (We just started him on NSAIDs (Zubrin), acupuncture, and fish oil and he has become much more comfortable!)



The Count is a stunning boy who has a kind and gentle disposition. We think he is a mixture of malamute, shepherd, muppet, and wookie (if you could hear him vocalize you would understand that last one).

Baby Woodle?
This is what we think he would have looked like
:)

We adopted Count Basie from some acquaintances down the street when he was almost 2 years old. He had escaped from their yard for the umpteenth time, was hit by a car, and was suffering life threatening internal injuries. His diaphragm was torn open and his abdominal organs were in his chest.

His people did not want to spend any money on "just a dog" so they were going to euthanize him. We convinced them to let us adopt him and we paid for his surgery and brought him home. He recovered beautifully and we slowly integrated him into the pack.

Surprisingly he fit into our fuzzy family pretty well. I say "surprisingly" because all of our dogs are rescued and most of them have had challenging behavioral issues including dog aggression. We spent endless hours working with and managing our crew so that we had minimal issues. We lived happily with baby gates and different groups who could safely play together. When I look back at these pictures I am in awe that these dogs were able to live together-but they did and they did so with joy!

Left to Right: Nicky, Willy Mammoth, The Bunny,
Count Basie, Sophie, & The Monkey
2001

The Six Yahoos
2002

The 8pack (pre-Guppies)
2002

Silly flower child Woodle
2000

The Count and his BFF The Monkey...2003

High Fivin' Woodle
2003

Rikki Tiki Tavi chasing The Count
2002

The Muppet gets a Mohawk!
2005

Hey-that's Bear's bed!
2001

I think what I love about him most is that he loves to snuggle and will do anything for a belly rub. He is one of the sweetest and kindest dogs I have known.


We love you fuzzy muppet!

Friday, March 18, 2011

Happy St. Patrick's Day (a little late)

I was going to post something else but that will have to wait!

I hope Justina and Don don't mind but this little boy and his brothers have captured my heart so I had to post this joyful video!

For future Patrick updates please visit The Morning Bray Farm to keep up with all of their adventures!

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

The Little Donkey Who Could

I would like to share a story about an incredible little donkey who has the heart the size of a lion. His name is Patrick and he was rescued over the weekend by a wonderful couple, Justina and Don from Morning Bray Farm, who are full of love to give.

Justina and Don were heartbroken to see this sad little boy living down the road from them. He was used as a roping donkey and lived a horribly sad life of neglect and abuse.  He is only 3 years old and has been abused in this manner since he was 6 months old. Justina described his sad story here. And here is a story in a Texas newspaper that describes what donkey roping is.

Sweet, sad Patrick before rescue
Picture borrowed from Justina at www.morningbrayfarm.com
Luckily for Patrick his life was about to change. Justina and Don managed to convince the owner to let them buy this sweet little boy and they brought him home to his new, lovely, wonderful life over the weekend.

There are beautiful updates to his story at The Morning Bray Farm, The 7 MSN Ranch, and On The Way to Critter Farm...they are worth taking a few moments to visit and read because this truly is a heartwarming and inspiring tale of caring people and a lucky little donkey. I have borrowed a few of the pictures that show what a wonderful, brave, and adorable little boy Patrick is.

Carson from The 7MSN Ranch and a curious Patrick
Picture borrowed from Danni at http://critterfarmgirl.blogspot.com/

Danni from On The Way to Critter Farm and Patrick
(that's Patrick's new brother Ellsworth in the background).
Picture borrowed from Carson at www.The7MSNRanch.com
Patrick taking a dust bath...
he would only do this if he felt safe in his new home.
Picture borrowed from Danni at http://critterfarmgirl.blogspot.com

Justina and Patrick...the beginning of trust.
Picture borrowed from Danni at http://critterfarmgirl.blogspot.com

Don and Patrick...
look at the sweet expression on both of their faces :)
Picture borrowed from Danni at http://critterfarmgirl.blogspot.com

Patrick with his brothers in the background...what a lucky little donkey!
Picture borrowed from Danni at http://critterfarmgirl.blogspot.com
I am in awe of how much trust he is able to muster given his previous experiences with humans. Animals are so resilient and so strong-they are my inspiration. As are the people who rescued this lovely boy.

Thank you Justina and Don for reaching out and saving Patrick. You are my heroes :)

Sigh...what a sweet little boy.
Picture borrowed from Carson
at www.The7MSNRanch.com

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Lessons from The Woodle

Count Basie (aka The Woodle* or The Woodle Doodle**) would like to show you the proper way to steal a morning latte.

He is quite talented.




*"The Woodle" is a very handsome dog who looks like a Wolf but sounds like a pOODLE when he sees prey items. Hence...THE WOODLE.

**Woodle Doodles don't exist, silly, but the name makes us giggle so we call him that just for fun.

***AP-I know I know...his real name is The Woodlay. But let's not confuse the poor readers any more than necessary, cool?

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Speaking of Quirky Guppies

Our internet connection has been pretty awful this past week so I have been limited in my ability to post about our daily adventures. It looks like I have a very small window of decent speeds so I will just upload these two pictures because they make me laugh.

First an explanation: Bear has to wear booties regularly because he obsessively licks his paws to the point of rawness and then he cannot hike with us. And we all know that an unhiked Guppie is a nervous and worried Troublemaking Guppie. So we do the smart thing and make him wear boots when he starts becoming too obsessive with his licking. A simple solution.

I'm starting to think that maybe my Guppies are lemons? If so then thank goodness that they are darned CUTE lemons!

Anyway-Bear has a tupperware full of boots and he loves showing them off whenever he wears them. Don't you all think he looks fabulous in his different styles of booties? Especially his Pink Bunny Boots-those are his favorites! He prances around with such joy whenever he wears his pink bunnies, moving this way and that, making sure he is showing them off in the best light.

He is SUCH a girl :)

I love my silly Guppie.