Prep Monday—Critters


It’s important to prep for everyone, animals included. Our outdoor/indoor cat, Arthur, has a nice, cozy, straw-filled house on the front porch with an old towel and an old thermal curtain. She does, however, come inside at night when the temps are below freezing. She’s also very fluffy.

Doesn’t need coaxing anymore, either.

Our indoor/outdoor cat, Wilson, is in his element out here. Can’t hardly keep him in, which I prefer to do between sunset and sunrise, at least. He’s a Maine Coon and twenty pounds of muscle (and fluff), so he pretty much calls the shots.

And while the almost-four-year-old puppy loves to go outside, particularly for walkies, she’s pretty picky about going outside to do her business. Weather doesn’t seem to faze her, especially since she’ll just jump in a lap or snuggle in a blankie—or bury herself under the bed pillows—to warm up.

For myself, if the wind isn’t too bad and the sun is out, or mostly out, or even a tiny bit out, I can manage. Particularly since I just got a new Carhartt coat. Holy cow, how did I manage without it? That plus gloves and earmuffs, and I’m set. For windy days, or too much time on the ATV, I have a ski mask.

Also, the greatest socks in the world . . .

The big thing you have to remember is to stay hydrated and warm up every now and then. Even if you’re not sweating, you still need fluids, and while warm drinks are great, be sure to keep up your water intake.

Right now, we’re prepping for our new horses, arriving within the week. I think. I hope. Not entirely sure yet . . .

We’re building a run-in shed, 10X16, with metal siding and roof and of course, a wooden kick panel on the inside. Contrary to the common wisdom of facing south, ours faces east. We seldom get weather from that direction, and our prevailing winds come from the south/southwest. Picked up a couple bales of straw for the flooring, and we’re about ready.

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Our weekly town trip included a stop at our local MFA for feed buckets, a mineral block, and a few vet supplies. Might not need those last, but these mustangs are coming from a range in South Dakota under very harsh conditions, and eventually, at the very least, these things are good to have on hand if you have any livestock at all. Cuts and scrapes from fencing, sticks, fighting, and the odd incident—I once had a horse with a pretty deep “butt cut.” Yes, right THERE. Not even sure how that one happened, but it was a good thing Bingo was a very steady mare, because dressing that thing would have made any other horse completely psycho.

And yes, just like for people, water is important. We have inside and outside water for the aforementioned small critters, and a nice, deep tank for the horses. It’s unlikely to completely freeze, but no, we don’t use a heater—we do it the old-fashioned way, with a hammer and a few whacks!

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Work Wednesday—Horses!


It’s super-hard to look at that beautiful fence we built and not be horse shopping . . . we haven’t yet heard about when our training visitor is coming; her dad’s been really busy at the café. I’ve been looking on Craigslist and Rollanet and a few other sites, and yesterday a random person texted me about a gelding. He’d gotten my name and number from the guy we bought the trailer from.

And see, that’s the other thing, the trailer . . . so we COULD get a horse. Or two.

And my husband keeps asking if I found one—um, yeah, like 17 of them!

Of course, I keep hearing about wild horse rescues, too . . . so today, I finally jumped on it.

I applied to adopt a wild mare and foal from a range in South Dakota. They’re having terrible hay shortages and may have to euthanize some of the herds or sell to an auction—that’s often code for slaughter.

So I did it. And now we wait.

Lest any of you think I’m completely nuts, since many of you know me from the book industry, I’m not a greenhorn in the horse world.

I got my first saddle on my first Christmas; the pony arrived for my first birthday in March. Before that, as soon as I could sit up, my dad set me on his black gelding, Thunder.

I also had a cart for my pony, Sissy, that could convert to a sleigh for winter. I learned, literally, from the ground up, and one day, when I was about four or five, I wanted to ride and my mom said, “Not now.” So I saddled the pony and took off down the lane . . . a few hundred yards later, the saddle slipped. I hung on for a few minutes, completely upside down, and Mom came to the rescue.

That was only the first of, um, several, accidents.

Since that inauspicious start, I’ve ridden, trained, and showed in Western and English pleasure, speed events, hunter classes, and so forth; I’ve exercised race horses; I’ve taught horsemanship as a master-level CHA certified instructor; I even rode in a few parades, including one where I met Clayton Moore!

Then I had kids.

Couldn’t afford both, so, well, guess I did the right thing . . . 😉