THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: CHESTER'S ON A ROLL....

Friday, February 17, 2012

CHESTER'S ON A ROLL....

10 comments:

dr momi said...: LOL....my golden always does a snow bath in the morning, but, Chester didn't find anything odiferous did he :-); February 17, 2012 at 10:29 AM
Oak Creek Ranch said...: Chester is living the good life now!! Look at that happy boy !; February 17, 2012 at 12:50 PM
Grey Horse Matters said...: It's official! Chester just couldn't be any cuter or happier. What a sweet boy.; February 17, 2012 at 1:54 PM
margareth said...: Hummmm ! A very good snow's bath !; February 17, 2012 at 4:01 PM
fromsophiesview said...: Go for it Chester...over and over...nice cold snow feels so good doesn't it!; February 17, 2012 at 6:58 PM
Sharon Creech said...: Funny Chester!; February 17, 2012 at 9:55 PM
Two French Bulldogs said...: hope that wasn't poopy you rolled in. That means B-A-T-H
Benny & Lily; February 17, 2012 at 10:48 PM
Sally said...: Goldens just love that snow!; February 17, 2012 at 11:00 PM
Terry said...: I hope there wasn't a smelly prize under that snow!; February 18, 2012 at 7:21 PM
elvira pajarola said...: ....His joy & happyness is just wonderful...!

Lucky lucky Chester......& gorgeous shots, Lori!!; February 19, 2012 at 5:41 AM

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.....

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Friday, February 17, 2012

CHESTER'S ON A ROLL....

10 comments: