THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: TALK ABOUT WILD!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

TALK ABOUT WILD!

Miss Phoebe is one spoiled girl.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...: What a lady! That's what Miss Sheba dreams of, but she her realm is the veranda! (we live in a hot country, what excuse would I have? we all know that by the end of the week, she would be in my bed and I would be sleeping on the floor!)

Any Marcel news...? :-); February 20, 2009 at 4:16 AM
rebecca said...: I love her....what a cutie patooty...; February 20, 2009 at 8:43 AM
Gayle said...: Could she be anymore comfortable?! I'm thinking a life as your dog is a good life! :); February 20, 2009 at 1:16 PM
Anonymous said...: if you would ask anna sophie about marcel, she would take him home to germany!Does he like cats and other dogs? i can understand gary as well but does this little one really make such a difference to what you have to look after right now?The horses are the big work, arnt they!Congratulations to your presentation. the house you were in looks great! Sabine; February 20, 2009 at 2:35 PM
San said...: Lori, talk about a comfort zone. I believe I could cuddle up right there. Miss Phoebe, move over!

I finally got around to acknowledging my Lemonade Stand award. Come over and see when you have a chance. And thank you again.; February 20, 2009 at 3:26 PM

FROM GREY HORSE MATTERS...

Where to Bury a Horse

If you bury him in this spot,
the secret of which you must already have,
he will come to you when you call;
come to you over the far, dim pastures of death.

And though you ride other living horses through life,
they shall not shy at him, nor resent his coming,
For he is yours, and he belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass
bent by his footfall,
who hear no nicker pitched too fine for insensitive ears.
People who may never really love a horse.

Smile at them then, for you shall know something
that is hidden from them
and which is well worth the knowing
The one place to bury a horse is in the heart of his master.

Thank you, Grey Horse Matters.

Poem for Masterpiece

Masterpiece of '79

He was a dark bay Masterpiece.

Deep chocolate brown

With small coal tipped ears

And three snowy white socks.

An eraser smudge of white

Above his eye

And a star connected to a blaze

Starting narrow and funneling wide

To wrap his lips

in a kiss.

He lived with dignity and joy;

A Masterpiece blend

of longevity

And temperament.

Appaloosa for soundness,

Thoroughbred for heart, and

Quarter Horse for sensible intelligence.

Although he is gone

His Masterpiece remains

In the memory of Jen

Who found and rode him;

And of Lori

Who soaked his beet pulp

And his sore feet,

Who loved him and,

When it was time,

Let him go.

Poem by Annette from Aspen Meadows.
Thank you.....

Followers

Thursday, February 19, 2009

TALK ABOUT WILD!

5 comments: