Introductions
Whether appropriate or not, it is the weekend and Bo enjoys kickin’ back with a brew or two (just kidding, we only give him a sip now and then.)
So, you’ve met Bo, but I thought I would take the opportunity to introduce you to the rest of our crew. As the weeks go by I’ll dig into the wayback machine and tell you some stories about each of them.
This is Mali and Gracie. When we finally decided that we would get a dog, we were a little worried about the amount of time we spent away from the house. In the end we decided to get two so they could keep each other company. We questioned this decision for the first six months or so, now I can’t imagine having done things any differently. I’ll tell you some stories in other posts about “incidents” and their hijink!
Dakota at Spring Hill Farm
This is Dakota. He is a rescue mustang from the BLM. He is actually a double rescue. After leaving BLM land he did some duty as a trail horse before being given up for dog food. Some kind people saw him at the slaughter auction and bought him up. Some day I’ll tell you the story of how he came to Spring Hill Farm. It involves a dude ranch, “adventure riding” (highly endorsed!! ) and the next resident of Spring Hill Farm.
This is Hussar’s Tessaria. She is (was) a full-blood Arabian out of the stud Hussar. She was my wife’s horse and sadly passed away in Feb. 2015 at the age of 34. She is very dearly missed. We had a lot of ups-and-downs with this girl. She had spirit and an ability to find every hole in the meadow!
This is Gretchen. She was abandoned on our farm, flea collar still around her neck. All Summer and Fall we saw her darting around the property –
Nuttin’ more comfy than a bed of dog toys
likely sleeping under the deck. Finally when it started getting cold Sabine managed to coax her inside. We took her to the vet and they said she was about 1 year old. That was about 8 years ago. She is still an indoor/outdoor cat. In Spring/Summer/Fall she is out with the dawn and sometimes doesn’t come back inside. In Winter though, she curls up in from of the fire and doesn’t go anywhere. Smart cat!
