That Hot Pink Squeeze Chute, Revisited

Earlier this year, I (re)ran a blog post entitled “A Hot Pink Squeeze Chute, and That Ain’t No Bull.” Much Facebook sharing ensued, leading many to wonder if such an implementation was real. By following Facebook comments, I found Tarter Farm and Ranch Supply, which led me to “Sadie’s Ride for a Cure Campaign” and…

A Hot Pink Squeeze Chute, and That Ain’t No Bull

A few years ago, I was on the phone with Megan, a vet tech at the clinic. She made mention of being on the backroads and saw (wait for it) a pink….squeeze….chute. No joke, and it didn’t look like someone’s idea of a practical joke. Someone had taken the thing apart, sanded it down, painted…

Old Blankets, Old Horses, and Memories You Might Find in the Tack Room

I woke up the other morning to this photographic gem from my brother: a sweat-stained, slightly crusty horse blanket nearly 30 years old. For it to be 1986, that meant that I was riding Angie, a dappled palomino mare, and this blanket was probably earned for being the high-point 13-and-under youth for the Montana Quarter…

Baum-Chicka-Wow-Wow, or Don’t Call My Dog Fat!

I was having quite the day at work, so I hit the emergency button, called my husband, and asked him to take Eleanor to the vet. I very seldom take the dogs to the vet here in Austin, and when I do it’s only after I’ve conferred with Dad as to what is really wrong. However,…