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Saturday, November 10, 2012

New Member

The newest member to our family, Blast. She is a five month old Nubian goat. She will be used for breeding stock, and milking come next year when shes over a year old.


Sunday, November 4, 2012

Riding + Dogs

I had off on Friday and the weather couldn't have been nicer. So I tacked up the pony and off we went. I wanted to go ride out to the paint ball place, so we got near it but I didn't want to get to close since I wasn't sure of the set up of the place and the hours it was open.

Along the way we found a little grass patch, so of course I had to stop and Leg munch for a few. :)

It seemed to perk her up and we continued on our ride.

The area we rode around.




And a small dog update:
Howie and Mitchell are getting along great. Mitchell is showing/teaching Howie how to play and just be a pup, since he seems very standoffish towards any kind of toy or "game".

I was glad to see them playing together yesterday evening.


Thursday, November 1, 2012

Pictures

And this is what it's all about! The tri-color Basset is my 1yr old boy, Mitchell. He and Howie (Chachito) hit it off great this afternoon (Tuesday). I'd like to think the looks Howie was giving me as I was taking pictures of them, were all saying "THANK YOU FOR SAVING ME! THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED."

The following three pictures are from when I picked him up from the shelter.





The following three are from Tuesday.




Adopted a dog today

I wrote this all on Sunday. I forgot to post about it, so please just back date.


I truly think this little dog was meant to be mine. Short story...

Friday at work, one of my favorite customers came in, her and I got to chatting about good coffee houses and she was telling me of one she loves in Vegas and out of no where I blurted out "I'll be in Vegas on Sunday, maybe I'll check it out". I paused, looked at her in shock and said "I have no idea where that came from, I have no reason to be in Vegas on Sunday... but maybe I'll now make a day trip of it???" We both just laughed it off.

So yesterday a friend of mine whom I ride with, Debi, had posted on facebook going on and on about a little pit bull she had just adopted from a shelter out in Vegas. I had commented on the picture of the dog that she adopted. A few minutes later she sends me a PM saying how she saw a young lemon and white basset hound there, and he seemed like a real sweetie. At first I was like "yeah, whatever, just another dog in a shelter..." till she sent me his adoption page then my heart broke as I couldn't understand why someone would surrender a 6 month old basset hound pup and to a high rate kill shelter. I looked at his intake day and then yesterdays date and just prayed that he'd still be there come morning. It was to late to make the 60mile drive Vegas since the shelter would be closed by the time I got there. So I got up early this morning and made the drive. The workers were pretty shocked that I knew his info off the top of my head and that I wasn't interested in looking at any other dogs but only him. Got to his kennel and I was welcomed with lots of tail whacks and licks. I took him out for a bit in to one of the "play areas" and he was just so happy to be out, to stretch his little legs, play, cuddle, and oh and get many belly rubs. A few others commented how cute he was. I went on to tell them that I had a 1 year old basset at home and just love the breed.

So after spending an hour with him, I filled out adoption papers on him and will be picking him up tomorrow evening after he gets fixed.

I sadly didn't get any photos of him there as I was nothing but smiles and giggling at his silly antics.

Here is his shelter photo for now. I'll take some of him tomorrow for sure.


And the point of the story is... I guess I some how "knew" that I was going to be in Vegas today on Friday.

OH and he will need a name!




I'll post an update tomorrow.

SLAUGHTER... IT HAS TO STOP!

It isn't fair. We take our hard workers to auction, let them get chopped up, canabilised.

We have to stop it.

Beware, graphic pictures below.
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They work hard for us.


Then end up in places like this auction


Strangers running their grubby hands over them


Put into kill lots, waiting for their death


Slowly cut up into little pieces


Until it is just a few bones


And as to those who leave their old mates in the paddock to fend for themselves
Did this reliable partner really deserve this ending?

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Did I mention I had a bit of spare time this week