Sick of toting a heavy halter around in my saddle bag for trailside emergencies, I've asked FarmWife to come up with a lightweight and low-profile alternative. She made this, which I thought was rather sweet of her. I won't tell h…
The Dog Thing, part II
Satchel, the "35 pound terrier/ACD mix," turned out not to be. Emaciated at 55 pounds and obviously a pittie mix (with pointer?), he sat in his cage with quiet dignity in the urban shelter full of cringing and yapping inmates. He…
Surprisewind, where are you?
I owe one splendiferous and mulerrific poem to dear Mike, a horse about whom I know little except that he is beloved. Can Surprisewind, our generous reader and donor to the "x-rays for Fenway" poetry fund drive, please check in?…
Just a Quick Reminder
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=INeEJXyyo1I
This is an old video, taken around the beginning of July when I should not have been running on that hock. FarmWife made the mistake of calling to me when I was in an animated mood, and should hav…
You've Heard of Freecycle?
If you have a local Freecycle or Potlatch chapter, you'll know that it's a list-serve for people who ascribe to the "one man's trash is another man's treasure" doctrine. FarmWife manages to pick up useful items fr…
The Cloud Dog
Jingle for my cloud dog, who is suffering under some rather unmulish circumstances today. Poor epileptic Paisley, who had passed a year since his last episode, suffered a grand mal seizure last night. The worst of it is that, during the co…
The Dog Thing
(This poem introduced my first blog, which I established in 2005 in an attempt to process the 2004 death of Scattercreek Miracle. We Have A Secret We have a secret, you and I that no one else shall know, for who but I can see you lie each night…
Words cannot suffice . . .
Words cannot suffice to encapsulate this majesty, but if I had to pick some I'd go for "oooh la-la!"
Oh . . . ooh la la and, from the bottom of my noble and capacious heart, THANKS.
You made this, and the adventures to follo…
FarmWife's Top Five Little Material Wishes
FarmWife, content and fulfilled though she remains, does occasionally indulge in wishing. This is a peculiarly human trait. While I, Fenway Bartholomule, may occasionally reach for a tender bite of grass that lies just out of reach, I don&…
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