THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: MY CUB REPORTER

Thursday, August 16, 2012

MY CUB REPORTER

Ariana had her surgery yesterday...here are the before pictures. The procedure went well and I will talk to her directly today. Thanks for asking about her.

5 comments:

♥ Helen said...: I am glad to hear the procedure went well.; August 16, 2012 at 6:38 AM
Buttons Thoughts said...: Ariana hug. B; August 16, 2012 at 6:51 AM
Jo said...: I wasn't aware that Ariana underwent surgery/a procedure but I'm glad it all went well. A big hug for her. Jo; August 16, 2012 at 9:05 AM
Terry said...: Oh, poor baby! I hope you all spoil her rotten. Get well soon, Ariana!; August 17, 2012 at 9:47 PM
Nea said...: Get well soon, Ariana!
xxx; August 20, 2012 at 3:08 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.....

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Thursday, August 16, 2012

MY CUB REPORTER

5 comments: