Cricket
Cricket wasn’t called Cricket when she came to us. My sister, Kim, renamed her the minute we set eyes on
Cricket wasn’t called Cricket when she came to us. My sister, Kim, renamed her the minute we set eyes on
I will tell you right now that Tootsie’s is an all-time great Rescue Story. I’m not bragging for me, I’m
For the first ten years of his life, Bruno belonged somewhere. I’m not sure what those circumstances were or how
A couple of years ago, Gordy, my sister, Kim, and I fostered and rehabbed a total of fifteen horses through
Maizey is crazy. We call her that and we are the ones who love her. Whether I tell Maizey’s story
Gigi’s life was spared by the simplest of lies, one invented by her previous owners, maybe even on the spot.
Mya is 31 years old. I always lead with that; for a horse, 31 is a magnificent accomplishment. In Mya’s
It has been a year — no, more than that — since I have written here. I have missed it,
Sometimes, change happens with such a slothful lack of urgency that it twists me in knots of pent-up energy for
I love social media, but I don’t always know how to navigate it. Earlier this week I posted about Lisa at Toby’s Legacy Equine Rescue. Lisa had a rough week, a really crappy week actually, trying to absorb the impact of a truly devastating event. .I asked folks to show her some loving kindness because of the good person she is and the good work she does. Here is a link to the post on the Rescue’s site where a whole lot of that loving kindness went down. I wanted to share this because it made me feel good, I hope it made Lisa feel better, and maybe it will give you a bit of a lift as well. Just read the comments. Thank you Lisa. The past few days have been a struggle trying to make sense of things, trying to keep on as life… Posted by Toby’s Legacy Equine Rescue, Inc.on Wednesday, September 23, 2015
I have a friend whom I’ve never met. Her name is Lisa, like mine, and she runs Toby’s Legacy Equine
There is truly something special about Molly. That is the best explanation I have for why hordes of exuberantly sympathetic folks from all sorts
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Molly is a little bit afraid of the thunder. I know this because a storm scuttles in the distance causing
I don’t know you and, your god willing, you will never know me. Twelve years ago you brought a pup