I remember every photograph that I ever took of my boys. “My boys” includes my two brothers, my husband, our two sons and Daddy-Bub. Trying to find these photos is another story. It takes weeks, sometimes months, to find the ones that I want. Then when I find them, sometimes it hurts to see their smiling faces. I remember all the bumps and bruises and broken hearts. I love my boys and I wish I had the power to protect them from anything or anybody that would ever hurt them.
Daddy-Bub posing for Peyton
My photos of Daddy Bub have an everlasting smile that no one can ever take away…..
Horses just KNOW. The ears are a good indicator and an early warning signal to their buddies and enemies. My alpha mare may have delicate little Arabian ears, but she knows how to use them. My herd of ten thrive in their established pecking order. The head honcho always has the advantage in a pasture situation at feeding time. He/she will be first in line at the trough and last to leave. They earn that right by being the sharpest tools in the shed. My small 15 year old Welsh Mountain pony gelding is about as even as can be with my 27 year old 15 hand Arabian mare. They have a 100 acre pasture to establish their hierarchy and the others respect their space. In the horse world, at least the one that I observe 24/7, their are no miscommunications. There are no conversations like “Well, it’s probably the bridle that makes your nose look so big” or ” Sarita said that your mane looks like a smurf with a mohawk”. It’s just cut and dried with them. It’s basic survival skills with these guys. My food, my Mom, my barn and your poop smells. The sad part is that our own signals can upset a perfectly balanced herd environment. Whether or not they are kept in a 10×10 foot stall or blessed to be in horse heaven in a lush pasture, just seeing the way you carry the bucket as you sling the feed at them or maybe give a little jab with the pitch pork as you shovel the hay into the manger. They see it in your eyes and they know that you love them ….or you don’t. I have dear friends that are leaving their cherished pets behind and grieving before they say good bye, then there are those who dump them with others to care for them because they would rather not deal with them. It is not enough to have food and water, they need to know that they are loved by you. We have taught them to depend on us. Horses are just as aware of love and hate as a purring kitten or a cuddly puppy. To be continued…….
Beautiful grand daughter of Liddle Duke Of Hazzard……she has his crazy sexy face and solid perfect body with a feminine aura about her. we can’t wait for our first show along side Grand Dad….look out Pony World.
Spooky loves the attention. She is the smallest and easiest to carry around. She never has to walk anywhere…
Got my bear, got my Spooky
Sleep tight, don’t let the bugs bite. Or better yet….let’s just watch movies all night !!!!!!!
Let’s watch Lassie again. Shrek is much too scary for me!
Don't worry Noche will watch over us all night
I don’t like thunder or loud noises from the TV, but I love everybody and everything…..I am a happy camper, as long as I have my family. I even accidently got closed in the pantry last night. I didn’t make a peep. I thought that’s where you wanted me to be. Maybe I did something bad that I couldn’t remember…..You were SO glad when you found me. Every day I learn more and more how much you love me!
This was the 70’s, as in 1970’s for you who were born in the 2000’s. I walked into the building where the portrait studio was located and talked to the manager who would be my new boss at my first job in the field of photography. She looked familiar, kind of like my piano teacher, that should have made me run out the door…. The company was a nationally owned chain of studios that offered specials each week, such as “Penny A Pound” portraits solicited by a mail out to new Moms with infants up to 6 months old. A 10 pound baby would get a 5×7 portrait for 10 cents and the goal was to encourage the proud parents to hopefully purchase the deluxe package of three different poses, 3 8×10’s, 3 5×7’s and 12 wallet size, complete with frames. Older children and adults were offered similar discounts, always with the goal to sell the whole enchilada. We had a steady flow of walk ins with parents taking advantage of the ever offered 5×7 special. Unfortunately for them, the freebee would have to be separated from the rest of the package. The manager took it personally when her sales pitch failed. Hardly a photo made it intact before a portion of the child’s face was snipped off with sharp mal intentioned scissor hands. It was then creased and folded into the bag. “Sorry folks, you get what you pay for…..I just ran…..