The Lusty Percheron, or Why You Should Be Nice to the Post Office

Doc Randall tells this story about mares, stallions, unwarranted breeding programs, and the sensibilities of the rural post office.   A client had a nice band of Quarter Horse mares, the admiration of many a rancher and cowboy for several counties. Unfortunately, ranchers and stranded cowboys were not the only ones to admire these cavvy-savvy…

Why Doc Randall Rocks, or You Keep Up That Good Work

Mum and Dad returned from the World Equestrian Games, France, and surviving a week of vacation with Joel and me. They came home to what was probably a fairly large stack of mail and were probably tempted to just strong arm the lot of it into the recycling bin. However, just when you think that…

The Oddest of Jobs, or the Education of Mike Whitmore

Not too many people that habituate Bridger Vet remember Mike Whitmore, but we all do. Mike called up in the spring of 2013, looking to see if we might have an open vet-tech position. “Um, no, but I do have an open odd-job position through which you’ll see quite a bit of vet tech work….

Dogs on Beds, or How Bob 2.0 Joined the Fray

As my birthday present to my mum, I decided to teach all of the dogs to sleep on the bed. Now, don’t get me wrong. Most of the dogs already slept on the bed. Ruby and Pearl had long marked their spots out, and Matti joined the fray when she decided that it was her…

Read ‘Em and Weep, or Why Reading Is Going to the Cats

I’m something of a sucker for a good info graphic, anything that visually presents much-needed info in as little real estate as possible. Lately I’ve been seeing some very good–and very shocking–info graphics regarding reading and literacy. Here is an example. Wow. Just….wow. As a woman with an English literature degree, a wall of books…

We Get By with a Little Help from Our Friends

A friend and I have the good habit of taking Eleanor and Beatrice for a daily hike over in Turkey Creek. It’s about three miles, generally long enough to wear two young dogs out. As we walked, she was telling me about one of her neighbors, a man with two elderly Weimaraners. She would see the…

Morning Light

Mum is a morning person. She gets up with the dogs and walks out to feed and check the water on some of the pasture horses. Lenny here is one of those lucky few, illustrating why the morning light of a long summer day is to be treasured. May we all be so lucky to…