Life goes on

Posted on August 31, 2014 by Exechorseluver

Joy-pure and simple with Jordyn and Isabel and Prosecco.

The long weekend has proven to give me some much-needed time to catch up on the million chores left in the wake of a month on speed drive. I finally actually sat on my couch for the first time since the August started. I weeded some flower beds. But mostly this weekend was about getting to a new normal. Where I am not driving each day to see my mom. Where my daughter who has spent almost every day on horseback for 15 years is settling for designing some jump courses and helping where she can. It is all very new. But we are settling in. I have a routine now and it is not quite so overwhelming.

I still do not have a death certificate on my mother. One doctor won’t sign it and the other has been out-of-town, then it has to go to Austin for completion. I am stranded in this land between living and dead where I cannot manage her affairs (or mine).

This weekend is my grandson Riley’s fifth birthday to be celebrated in Denver tomorrow. Wish he was here to celebrate with Jordyn and I. Jordyn has had a weekend full of fun. She has finally developed enough skill handling her horse Mickey that I can leave them in the arena and she can walk and trot him all on her own. She was perfect when showing her Mimi and Papa Friday. It is a huge accomplishment for her and one that goes a long way to building confidence in other areas of her life.

The barn girls are great with her. They all give her special attention and put up with her constant questions. Isabel and her horse Prosecco offered to let Jo ride bareback double with them and they wandered all over the back pasture with huge smiles.

Jo happily accompanying Isabel on a ride.

Teenagers and seven-year olds don’t always make fast friends but Isabel has been so kind and caring. It makes Jordyn want to try new things to be more like her friends.

I understand her other friend Mia has a surprise in store for Jordyn with a saddle pad she has sewn herself. Jordyn will be thrilled.

Lauren and I need some therapy so went and got our hair cut. Lauren’s looks beautiful after some color and a good cut. Almost like when she was a baby with her long blonde hair.

Sometimes a girl just has to know her hair is perfect.

Lauren started occupational therapy mid-week. It did not go well. The therapist reportedly told her it was unlikely she would ever use her hand again. And in demonstration of that had her talk to a women whose hand was hurt in 2011 and still has not had it returned to full use. Wednesday was a dark night. Lauren was overwhelmed with grief, loss (of her nanny and her hand) and the loss of her usual life, riding, caring for horses and going to school. Fortunately her therapist on Friday was way more upbeat, praising her for what she accomplishing and not dwelling on the future.

Some of our favorite friends, Caitlyn and her mom have been over for dinner and now Cate has been back to ride Feather for us a few times. I am happy Lauren and Caitlyn are re-igniting their friendship and hope maybe Lauren can travel some with Cate during this quiet period in her life.

Another friend has been on the search for a top barrel horse and after a few stops and starts, I think she has found a winner today. Well started with cutting training, quiet but with quite a motor when it is switched on, and breed well enough to turn into an outstanding brood mare any day, I think this “Dashin for Love” horse could be the one she has waited for.

I am happy to be holding someone else’s new mare!

I did not get the draft cross mare from the rescue back East. Lauren has been campaigning against her saying we have too much on our hands, but I regret not getting her. I just pray she goes to a happy safe home. It is the best I can do.

I also had a question from the former owners of our Burmese cats, how were they doing and had they settled in to be part of the family. These two cats have cheerfully and totally kept Lauren company, cuddling alongside her through these many, many sleepless nights as she has suffered in pain through the wee hours of the morning. We are so grateful for them coming to us at this time and loving us so fully.

Burmese brother and sister cats.

Final note, Bruno is starting to get around better on his abscessed foot. He made it from the barn all the way across to arena. Young Jordyn sat tall on his bare back as he gleefully watched his horse friends work in the lesson this morning. I am encouraged he is better and proud Jo is brave enough now to sit on the gentle giant.

Thank you as always for riding along and sharing our life. We are grateful for your love and support.

Summer’s Close

Posted on August 25, 2014 by Exechorseluver

Jordyn headed off today, with much trepidation, to her new second grade class in the public school system. She has attended a private school for two years and this may be quite a change. Originally, she attended private school as her birthday on September 4th falls just after the deadline in Texas. Her parents felt she was mature enough and physically ready for school two years ago, but she had to attend a private school to get around the birthdate issue.

Now, with a quivering lip, trying not to cry she headed into the classroom. I hope she comes home with stories of her new friends and the wonders of her new school.

Riley started kindergarten in Denver and except for missing times with his momma, is really enjoying it.

It has been quite a summer here at the farm. A year ago, I certainly had no inkling as to what would become of us by summer’s end. We have the new place, new boarders and riders who come for lessons. The farm resounds with laughter and horse sounds. We have many new friends. I even got a note in my mailbox from my dressage neighbor asking if some of her group could take lessons here. I love meeting new people and especially meeting their horses.

This summer brought my mother’s passing. I moved her to Texas two years ago this weekend. It is well documented in this blog how hard the move was for all of us, yet, how right it was to bring her and I can only say how grateful I am to have had the time with her.

Lauren’s many horse related injuries were totally overshadowed by the horrific break of her arm over four weeks ago. Today, in a surprise move, the orthopedic surgeon removed her cast, said her x-rays were GREAT and all the incisions looked top-notch. He said although he had planned to cast it additional times, it was good enough to go it alone. Lauren is mortified. The cast was like her armour against pain and it is so scary to have something so painful exposed to the world. But her movement of her fingers (or lack thereof) continues to be problematic so for her to get moving on occupational therapy, the cast had to go. The nerves were sliced by the ulna bone as it ripped through her skin during the fall. Her little finger still works not at all.

Alex flying Mickey around the ring.

One of our favorite riders, Alex, who was just a little bitty thing when we first met her years ago, stepped up to show Mickey for us last weekend. Mickey is quite a change from Alex’s usual ride, so it took a couple rounds to really get his flow, but then they picked up the blue ribbon for the fastest round in Junior-Adult Jumpers. Mickey is 15 now (we adopted him at five) and he never missed a step when he galloped through the courses. Alex was outstanding with him. It brought big smiles to Lauren and I to see her favorite boy do so well after having been off so long. I hope Alex wants to show him some more!

A big, bay draft cross mare, sprinkled with splashes of white was pulled from the kill pen before she could be sent to slaughter in Canada. I am trying to adopt her and send her here to a forever home with us. I think she would be great for Ally and I as she is quiet and dependable. I am waiting to hear if my application for adoption has been approved. I realize I have more than enough on my hands but something about this mare just called out to me. We will see what happens, if she is meant to be a part of our family she will be. If not, I know she is off the slaughter truck for good with another family.

I have not written about it but Bruno has been laid up, lame, since mid-July. It has been almost six-weeks since he has walked without pain. I have my best team of vet Lynn and farrier Sean working innovative approaches to get the big man back to sound. Currently, he has a huge abscess draining from his good front foot, (I have video again for you all that love pus in action). I hope that with the healing of abscess we get him back to right again. It breaks my heart to see him stall bound in the hot barn, not moving a step, day after day. I will not let him continue if we do not find an answer to his pain.

Libby getting TeeDee started.

The Canter adopted OTTB mare, TeeDee, continues to gain weight, muscle and become a star horse. She will not be bred this year, so we are working to see what kind of horse she can become in the interim. Libby has been helping me work TeeDee, Feather and Mickey. I am very grateful. She has TeeDee cantering quietly and collected. We even started her over some Xes this week and she took it quietly in stride.

TeeDee taking her first jump,

I feel battered from the rough summer, emotionally and physically. But this weekend was finally a quiet one. I caught up on some rest, did a lot of chores, managed to go through many of my mother’s things and feel at ease about farm for the first time in many weeks. This morning as I went out to feed in the pre-dawn light, there was a hint of coolness in the air. A sea change coming bringing new times and life at Six Meadow Farm.

Thanks for riding along and thank you to all of you who have sent cards, flowers and meals to us. You are much appreciated!!

No writing or riding

Posted on August 19, 2014 by Exechorseluver

Paisley sleeping through August. Wish I could.

The dog days of summer are clearly upon us or maybe it is the cat days of summer. It is hot, muggy and afternoons seem to hold a hint of a thunderstorm. It is a time when riders are gearing up for the fall show season and Zone finals. It is a time when students are headed back to class. And even if they are reluctant to do, a certain excitement about classes, teachers and new adventures fills the air.

Neither of those things will be happening for Lauren this fall. There will be no riding or writing. She had to dis-enroll from college due to her horrific broken arm. She still cannot use her fingers of her right arm at all. They are paralyzed in to a sort of claw-like position from which they do not change. There is absolutely no chance of her being able to type or write for quite some time. When the bone dislocated through her skin, it severed nerves that lead to her hand. The really sad thing is that her hand hurts constantly. But it is without movement. We certainly hope this will change and that she will regain use of her hand but the time frame is unclear right now.

The two plates, numerous screws, two large incisions and the first of at least six casts. It is bleak.

Riding is so far out of the question right now that it isn’t even on the page. I can see as Lauren continues to push her abilities with her casted arm that she might one day climb up on Snowboy and let me lunge her around some at the trot, just to keep up her strength in her legs. She wants to join the local fitness center and walk on the treadmill or ride a stationary bike some. I feel that would be pretty safe.

At home, with the heat creating sauna like conditions, I worry about her sweating into her cast and perhaps causing issues with the still healing incisions in her arm. She has two lines of incisions, top and bottom, plus the multiple places where the bone left her arm.

But Lauren wants to try to help with the daily chores. I am juggling home and work responsibilities and always have more work to do than the day allows. I want Lauren to be able to do some things. Each day I come home and am surprised with what she has accomplished. But then there is the issue if she should have accomplished those things.

Lauren has (not necessarily wisely) taken over vacuuming the house again (with one arm). She bought 22 bags of 40 pound shavings for the stalls and she and six year-old Jordyn unloaded them into the stalls. She suffered deeply for that the next day but I cannot tell her anything.

I am sure many active people with bad injuries have suffered this same frustration at not being able to do any of the things they love, or even just feel they need to do. I have not necessarily set myself as a good role model in this area, doing chores with a broken pelvis or after shoulder surgery. It is no wonder Lauren tries to do all kinds of impossible things as well. I am constantly thinking of things for her to do and then realize they are just not possible for her.

Today Lauren and her barn friends are designing a new jump course in the arena. In spite of my warnings, I know Lauren will get too hot, will try to move jumps and standards and will suffer later. I guess she will learn as she goes what she can tolerate and what she cannot. In the meantime, the sight of her on a ladder, balancing on the top step, turning on fans high in the rafters, while she wobbles to maintain balance with her one arm, is a little too much to bear.

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My grandson, Riley, will start kindergarten tomorrow. Jordyn will be headed on to second grade next week. My best wishes to all of you starting back to school and onto the fall show season. We will look for you at the shows!

Thanks for riding along!

True Friends

Posted on August 15, 2014 by Exechorseluver

It has been a trying time but the one thing that has made it all better has been the laughter (and tears) that I have shared with family and friends. It has been gratifying to learn that I have people I can really count on in my life (I feel like a loner most of the time).

From doing unsavory chores like mucking stalls to cleaning my dog’s blood off the concrete last night (just a flesh wound!), my terrific unit of supporters has gotten me (and us) through the worst of times.

The biggest and best surprise in all this was when my very best friend from childhood, Camille, messaged me that she was coming to the funeral. I immediately invited her to stay at my daughter Amber’s house, although I knew beds would be scarce. The real kicker? We had not seen each other in 40 years. Really.

That is Camille in the blue jacket and I in the yellow. That is one ugly little cat but I didn’t think so at the time.

Camille and I were back lot neighbors. She lived in the house up the hill from me. We did everything together from ice skating miles and miles down Salt Creek, building tree houses and forts and riding any horse we could.

My dad rigged some way for us to go to horse camp in Wisconsin supposedly as sisters. Here is an awesome picture of the two of us dressed as Native Americans huddling over the camp dog (of course!).

I am in the blue leotard. What great costumes!

We ran free most of the time. Spending winters sledding and ice skating and the summers swimming and riding. It was a great way to grow up. We had some usual (unusual) parent angst but got through it all. College Camille headed east and me, west, back to Colorado. Although sporadically in touch, we had not seen each other in all these years.

I think my daughters were a little panic-stricken when I casually let them know some stranger was spending several days with us. As we discussed where everyone would sleep, they kept calling Camille, “your friend”. I would correct them with her name, which they didn’t remember and kept calling her “Clarice” in that tone that Anthony Hopkins uses in Silence of the Lambs. Amber told me, no offense, but a random stranger was not sleeping in the room with her son. I get that. I think they were all a peeved that I had invited someone into our inner circle.

On Camille’s behalf, as she tells the story, she doesn’t frequently travel. Her husband was out-of-town and she just decided she was going to go to Denver for the funeral and started making flight arrangements.

Camille and I before the funeral.

The minute she pulled in Amber’s driveway with a big smile and wave, Immediately we were off to see the filly, Betty Sue, and Camille was smashed in the back seat between my suddenly quiet grandkids.

Camille and I chatted like the old friends we were. My kids loved her and said she was good for me. We settled the whole sleeping arrangement thing with Camille and I sharing a room just like old times. Funny how the years fall away.

At the funeral it must have been a little disconcerting to suddenly face my family, my step-sister, her husband and my nephew along with my former brother-in-law Sean, all aged forward 40 years. How weird would that be? But I am so glad she came. I would have never asked and it meant the world to me.

Thanks to all of you who have been so kind in so many ways, my family, my old friends and many new friends who really have stepped up to aid me at a time of grief. May God Bless you!

A Bright Spot

Posted on August 12, 2014 by Exechorseluver

My first time to see and touch my new filly. A big smile in the midst of some dark days.

It has been a rough couple of weeks, starting off with Lauren’s horrific broken arm, then days of death watch with my mom, to putting her in the ground next to my father and sister today.

By far the high point in our trip to Denver, in addition to being able to hug and share stories with those I love, was the chance to see my already purchased, but never seen filly, Betty Sue.

I had hoped to get out to Denver this summer to meet the now four-month old Warmblood filly but with my mom so sick, I didn’t dare travel. But with coming to Denver for her burial there was no reason not to sneak a trip in to meet and finally run my hands along the golden, painted coat of my newest horse. She will not come to Texas until late October after she is weaned and RPSI inspected.

A quick request to Stephanie landed Lauren, my oldest friend on earth, Camille and two of my grandchildren, Riley and Jordyn, at RoanOake Farm in Longmont, Colorado.

I am not sure who was more excited out of all of us but can assure you that nothing about the filly disappointed me and her sweet disposition gave me back some faith in a world that had gone a little dark for me.

Lauren who has felt nothing but pain physically and emotionally at the death of her grandma, brightened up extensively as well. The grand kids easily walked about with baby Betty Sue and Riley even got to pet her large stallion grandpa.

Probably the best news was that Betty Sue’s maternal grand sire was quite a jumper back in Germany. We hope she carries a lot of those genes!

Third Day in Heaven

Posted on August 9, 2014 by Exechorseluver

Today is my mother’s third day in heaven. I wonder how it is going.

My mother passed away Wednesday evening. It had been a full week since she had become unconscious, stopped eating and drinking and started actively dying. At least that was what the hospice nurses called it. She had nurses around the clock. We never met the nurses who worked from 7:00 pm to 7:00 am but the nurse that we spent our days with, Caroline, was terrific. I feel we are fast friends now. Lots of time to talk as we watched my momma breathe and quit breathing periodically, just to be sure we were paying attention.

I hated watching her die. Yet I was glad that she could take this journey of her last days, virtually pain free and calmly. She laid quietly as Jordyn and Kendyll played, we ate meals and Lauren iced her aching arm. At one point, I think Lauren would have liked to join her Nanny in the hospital bed just for so pain relief.

Each night, we would say good bye, believing that she would not live until the next morning. I would hold her tight, tell how much I loved her and tell it was okay to go on. I would be okay without her, clearly I was better with her here but she needed to let go and let The Lord take her home.

Anyone that spent any time with my mother knows she took her time getting ready to go out, lingered (seemingly forever) over a good meal, spent more time in the grocery store buying five items, than I spend getting a week’s worth of food. There is a Brad Paisley song about Waiting on a Woman, and we all waited on my mom. Her death was not any different. We were told from the first day that she was so tiny that she couldn’t last more than day but she did. And then she did, again and again.

It broke my heart to see her shrink away day by day, with sunken eyes and cheeks. It broke my heart each night to give her what I thought was my last kiss and last “I love you” only to return to do it again the next day.

My father and sister have been gone for many years and it has been her and I against the world. I can’t imagine life without her.

Amber, my oldest daughter came in from Denver Tuesday night. We spent Wednesday with my mom. Amber held her tiny hand and as a nurse tried to get a pulse or a blood pressure. But yet momma kept breathing, shallow, hurried breaths. All the girls, Jordyn and myself held her, kissed her, and told her we loved her, forever and forever.

Later, just before Caroline’s shift was to be over, the phone rang. I had dreamed of the phone ringing with just this news for a week. now I was paralyzed. Our favorite nurse had called with a tear-filled voiced and told us momma had taken her last breath. I loved her so!

Hour by Hour

Posted on August 2, 2014 by Exechorseluver

May God Bless her and keep her.

Just a short post to update friends and family that my mother who was placed in Hospice care a while back, took a turn for the worst on Thursday morning. She is 90 years old and has had a tremendous life but time is running out now.

The hospice case worker told us Thursday that time was being measured day to day. On Friday, due to dropping blood pressure and other symptoms that was changed to hour by hour. As in she could die any hour. She is being kept comfortable and seems peaceful. We have all said our goodbyes and tried to tell her stories to celebrate her life.

I am, of course, having trouble believing this is really “it”, After all, my momma has always been with me. My nurse daughter Amber talked with the hospice nurse long-distance from Denver yesterday. She quietly but simply assured me last night that this was not a drill. My momma is leaving this earth.

The plan will be to take her to Denver for burial next to my father and sister when she passes away. Meanwhile, I keep waiting for the phone to ring with the news she is gone.

Please keep us in your prayers especially my dear mother.

A little Fun

Posted on July 25, 2014 by Exechorseluver

Dev’s OKC Show Team walking the Grand Prix course.

Lauren fully enjoyed her trip to OKC. The Devereaux Sport Horse Team had lots of fun although everyone had ups and downs throughout the show, and not just because they were jumping! There were okay rounds, a little scary rounds, Libby’s Champion and Amanda’s Reserve Champ Rounds. Lauren and Feather continued to grow. Placed second in two classes (one with close to 40 riders) and figured out some tricks to use in future shows.

Back at home, Ally took over the barn chores. She did a great job! I have less sleep in the last two weeks than when my new babies came home from the hospital between busy season at work, visiting with mom and keeping up Lauren’s end of the barn chores while she was gone. I have had lots of visitors. Everyone has been ridden. The boarders have been great helping me out and we have had a lot of laughter coming out of our little barn.

Mia’s friend
Hailey visited Bruno.

Smiles were pretty contagious! Ally and Luke took off on a cruise Saturday morning. The grand girls spent some time with Luke’s folks and I. Lauren and the horses got back from Oklahoma late Sunday. She was not seeing the charm of her young nieces. When I got home we went out to play. I let them have at it in the fresh rain puddles and they wallowed around in the mud like a couple of young rhinos.

Jordyn told me it was the best time she ever had at the farm. All Kendyll wants to do is come back to granny’s to play in the mud. Oh, what has granny done now? A shower, some soap, it was good again!

The next night found Lauren taking her first ride on young OTTB Try Delta (TeeDee). Getting her bred this summer was not a possibility so it was time to go to work. She has been her about a month and look at how some good groceries and green grass have erased her ribs from showing!

OTTB TryDelta about four weeks ago.

Starting to fill out.

Co-owner Lynn was on hand to see the first ride. Lauren has ridden (and owned) many horses off the track but never has she been the first to ride them when they have arrived home. While Lynn’s young son Rhys was getting a lesson on Snow, Lauren quietly slide up on TeeDee and no doubt said a little prayer that she would stay in the saddle. TeeDee was great! Quiet, accommodating and seemingly well started. Both Lynn and I were pleased.

Pretty mare, measuring in just under 16 hands.

It has been a whirlwind of adventures. The group is settling in and it is nice to see the girls out of the arena, riding bareback, taking little pasture trail rides, setting up a small cross country course and just having fun. It is summer and that is exactly what they should be doing!

Momma is brighter, more responsive and able to tolerate being up from her bed. Definitely the pain has lessened. Thank you for the prayers.

Rescued Cats-lost Little Girl

Posted on June 30, 2014 by Exechorseluver

Beautiful Burmese cat, Sebastian, headed to his new home.

A lonely teenaged girl had little in her life. She lived in a beautiful home in a gated community. Her mother was lovely and mostly kind. The girl’s favorite things were her Burmese cats. She had the two cats since their kitten hood. The two cats meant everything to the girl. She was a little overweight and not like the ‘cool’ kids at school but her cats understood everything. Things changed when her momma got sick. Her dad left, just left. Her mom got sicker, money got tight, plans were made to move. She knew it was the only way and was okay until she was told the cats couldn’t stay.

The cats went up on a rescue site. Some lady from Houston was coming to get them. The day arrived, the rain came down. The woman showed up right on time. The girl held her babies one last time, she cried. She begged her mom to let her keep the cats -but she got the same answer. She helped carry the cats the lady’s car, tears blocking her sight she watched her best friends disappear in the rain. They had been rescued but what about her? Who was going to come rescue her?

Jordyn loving the new rescued kitty, Bella.

I have rescued so many animals over the years. Some owners had neglected their animals, some had deserted them but never had I been confronted with owner that desperately wanted to keep their animals but life had pulled a simple twist of fate and they could not keep their well-loved animal. I will never forget the tears shed by this haunted young girl as she handed me, a stranger, her life’s most precious possessions. I promised her faithfully to do my best to care for her babies for the rest of their lives. I am so sorry, Kennedy, I am so sorry.

What story can I tell you tonight?

Posted on June 24, 2014 by Exechorseluver

An extended view across the farm.

I know I gave a few teasers about the weekend. Things are never dull. First, my mother has broken her femur. They are not saying hip, but it is high up in the leg and I feel like it is the hip, or at least the head of the femur. She needs more x-rays, but it is impossible now to take her anywhere with her high pain level and limited mobility.

She was brighter today, thank God! Because Saturday she just laid in her bed. Wincing occasionally in pain but not eating or recognizing me. Things are deteriorating health wise for her. The osteoporosis has made her very fragile. It is increasingly difficult to move her, dress her or get her to eat. I just pray for her not to have to experience the pain any more.

Lauren is still gone on her trip to Florida. Boy, is she in for some surprises. Ally and Luke have been wonderful, caring or me, helping with the chores, facing down Bruno when I am too tired for one more step. I am so grateful. I saw the orthopedic surgeon for my hip as well. I was born with hip dysplasia. My left hip has been replaced and now it is time for the right. I am trying to hold on for later in the year, but the pain is more intolerable every day.

Riding buddy Renee cam over Saturday. Enjoyed the ride but really appreciated all her help.

Riding buddy Renee came over Saturday. Enjoyed the ride but really appreciated all her help.

Saturday a friend from Whipple Tree days, Renee, contacted me about coming over to ride. So, we rode Mickey and Snow, changing horses half way through and it was nice to have company. Renee just jumped in and helped with the stalls, chores, moving horses and filling troughs. Now that is the kind of visitor to have. Dr. Criner came over to play with the new mare (the mare may not have thought it to be a fun game since she got shots and had a sonagram to check her breeding parts) but TeeDee was so well-behaved. Then farrier, Sean came to remove the special racing plate shoes that horses wear on the track. They are light weight and have ridges for extra grip on the track. Sean also re-did Bruno’s bad feet. We are having problems keeping shoes on him. He is pulling them off every few days. Dr, Criner said even with all Bruno has been through she has never seen him so lame. Not good! I will have to post a picture-but between the vet and farrier they came up with an innovative approach of shoeing him that is working so far.

As Renee and I were riding, we spotted a tiny deer over by the wooded portion of the fence. I thought it had just wandered into the clearing and surely mom was close by. Later in the day after I got back from my mom’s, the barn was busy again with Snow’s rider, Mia and Ally and Kendyll. The baby was still by the fence. Investigation showed us that the tiny thing was torn up and bleeding from running hard into the fence without a way out.

We tried to call the game warden and the sheriff but no one picked up the phone on Saturday afternoon. As Ally said, thank goodness it was not a giant alligator we were needing help with. In the end, I couldn’t stand it anymore and we decided to try to corner the baby and carry her to where she could get back under the fence to her momma.

Stuck in our pasture between fences made to ensure nothing gets in or out. Well, it worked-sort of.

Note its face and leg-

I was letting him go, but unclear if he was headed for certain death.

It was a difficult and emotional deal for me. I am not agile but I am determined. The front leg was bad. I know several of you would have gotten a dog crate and nursed the deer back to health but I could not. I let him go under the fence. The next day Ally saw him with another baby and their momma near the corner of the property so I hope he does okay. Thanks to Wendy and Mia who helped in the great ‘save the deer’ campaign and also fed the horses and closed up the barn so I could go in for some much-needed rest.

There were so many ridicules points of the weekend it is hard to pin point one, but I would have to say, it had to be when I went to help a friend who had run out of gas. I had the truck with Lula and Kona riding shot-gun. We were in a what can best be termed a sketchy part of town. I got out of the truck to help with the gas and left the dogs inside with the air conditioning running.

We got her truck running and I went back to mine to find I was locked out. I did not have an extra set of keys. Lauren keeps them conveniently placed in the truck in the console. My phone, purse and two sets of keys were in the truck. I called multiple lock smiths, but if I could not give them a credit card, they were not coming. That was convenient as well. A woman without teeth came by and asked for 89 cents. I guess I would have given it to her but my purse was in the truck. I was ready to break out the rear window, in fact, had already started beating on it, when the dachshund Lula unlocked the truck!

How great! Too bad, I am pretty sure she is the one that locked it in the first place.

Thanks for riding along. Please keep my momma in your prayers.

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