Reviewing my blogging sites and realized I haven’t updated anything on this blog site for a few years. I was busy writing my book and retiring. I know that’s no excuse, but hey I have time now.
One of the things I see really missing from this blog is the addition of the two young yearling colts I had no business getting. Yeah, get real. I am too old for this crap. My only excuse is that April needed a herd. I should have gotten a couple of older half-dead horses to keep her company, but I let my husband talk me into getting a yearling. But when I got there, his half brother was so gorgeous that I just couldn’t separate them. I don’t know crap about horses, but did I let that stop me? No! It must have been in a weak moment. I don’t know why I let Lynn talk me into these things. They are two years old now, and I have so much to learn.
When we went to see them, we were only interested in the paint, but ended up with another paint, with no color (aka Bay). The paint’s name was Ruger – previous owner named him. They had the name Coco for the Bay. So I asked, how did you come up with the name Ruger. She said that he was going to be her Stud and she wanted him to have a masculine name so they came up with Ruger. Unfortunately, he had an umbilical hernia which got him gelded. No longer in the running to be a stud so, hence, he was sold to us. Coco was such a pansy name for the Bay, so we changed it to Remington. So now I have to ornery pistols to contend with. But on the upside, April has her herd and she couldn’t be happier. We won’t go into all the blunders I have had in the last 1 1/2 year of trying to figure out how ‘not to get killed’ by these two rambunctious colts.
I’m a city girl, raised in Detroit, moved to phoenix and finally migrated to WA and living in a little town of 1200 people on a good day. Truly my dream come true.
Without further ado, here are some photos.
Oh I love my little herd, but I intended to spend my retirement writing, but alas, I am now building fences, repairing fences, moving them from pasture to pasture, putting up hay, and going to horsey school. What the hell was I thinking!
Stay tuned for more in the Pistol Saga.
Annie the Novice Horse Whisperer