Puppy Love…or not?

Good morning people! Welcome to Wednesday! It’s gonna be yet another hot one so be prepared!

The Furry Support staff appears to be quite grumpy this morning! Everyone is voicing opinions on something I’m not privvy to at the moment. The only one not letting his voice be heard is my grandpuppy. He’s just chillin’ in Justin’s room wondering what all the fuss is about. I will so miss that dog when he joins Justin in Ohio. Oh, i will miss Justin too, but that dog is the last of my Aussie line and his resemblance to his grandad JasperJax in looks and most of all personality is uncanny. The first photo is Jasper, the other is Bailey.

I want to wish a very Happy Birthday to my road bestie, Suzan! I miss being on the road with her so much! One of the only people I know that I could spend five weeks in a hotel room with and not want to kill! Lolol! Love you much my lady!

I want to share with you all a photo taken by my go-to photographer and friend Deb Noll. This is the mare Misty Mills, that surprised everyone by producing a filly a few weeks after it was thought she had rejected her colt. Turns out the colt wasn’t hers at all. So, this beautiful filly now has a forever home as does the mystery colt. The filly is part of the Feather Fund group directed by another friend Lois Szymanski, which helps young people to purchase a pony at auction. Can’t wait to see this little girl grow!

So, today I want to touch on a subject that might tick a few people off, but it’s something that literally drives me nuts! The act of humans transferring human like qualities and emotions to animals is simply inaccurate, and I believe arrogant on the part of humans. Animals are so much smarter than we are. Humans have lost their ability to use all their senses together. Our sense of smell and hearing is nothing compared to what it was in the early days of man. So now we rely on other animals, particularly dogs to do those things for us. The domesticated animal I believe was man’s saving grace. But back then these animals were not pets! They were working animals! They were not coddled, petted, or even fed most of the time. They got the scraps. This continued into the early 20th century and even a little longer. Horses were generally used for farming or as mounts for the military. Pets were considered a luxury of the well-to-do. Dogs were used for hunting, herding, and protection, while cats generally lived in the barn to keep the mice out of the grain storage. Again, only the very wealthy could afford to keep animals as pets. When taxation reared its ugly head, all animals on a farm, that had a tail, were taxed. This began the idea of tail docking of dogs as the norm. Yes it also was a safety issue for dogs herding large animals, but the tax was the main reason. In those days, everything that lived on the farm had a purpose. An extra horse used for merely riding would have been considered a hay burner. The point is the relationship between man and these animals that were domesticated was born out of necessity not loneliness or love.

Does Jeb love me? Hmmmmm, the pet lover in me would like to think so. But really, it’s probably more akin to a pack leader kind of thing. Do I love him….yes I do! And he misses me when I am gone for the first few hours and then goes on with his life. When I come home he is happy to see me, he tells me everything that happened while I was gone, then brings me all of his babies and settles on my feet. Does he know he is my heart? He probably has more of an idea that in the hierarchy here, he is number 2, which is evident in How the other dogs here give him a wide berth. He rules with an iron fist! The relationship between my son and Bailey is different. That is pure devotion! That dog worships that boy.

Do animals mourn? Yes they do! Domestic animals appear to feel it more deeply though and for longer period. For example, when my first Corgi, Peedee died, Jeb sat it the back yard for a week waiting for him to return. In the wild, however, animals don’t have the luxury of extended mourning periods. Elephants have been known to mourn a lost member of the herd, but they move on quickly. Last month, with the loss of Butterfly Kisses, the heart wrenching story of Riptide trying to get her up, had everyone misty eyed. Is he still mourning her, probably not. He has a job to do, he doesn’t have the luxury of mourning her, even though she was his lead mare. He has foals and mares to protect. He has mares to breed to ensure his line continues. He is a stallion, he is wild, and he doesn’t have time to mourn. The job of lead mare will fall to the next mare in his band, probably Starry Night, and life will go on.. Hate to say it, but the beautiful Butterfly Kisses is probably already forgotten. But I have seen several comments about how he misses her so much and he is in mourning. Ummmm no….as much as many would like to believe it’s so…its not. We as humans can and will mourn her loss, just as we did with Surfer Dude, Courtneys Boy, and the many that have passed through the years. These animals don’t dwell on things as we tend to do. It is not in their genetic make up.

One thing I have discovered is that my dogs do have a sense of fairness. If I give one a treat, I should be ready to give them all one. If I love on one, yes it is expected I will love on them all.

Another thing, I wanna touch on is house training your dog. So many times i have seen people reprimand a puppy by smacking it or rubbing its nose in its own urine. The problem is, that puppy has no idea that it came from him. You can’t beat it out of him…(heaven forbid you tried that with a human baby). The best thing is diligence about letting him out regularly and I’m sorry but immediately after he eats or drinks is not the time. Also, putting down paper or puppy pads isn’t the answer either. All you are doing with that is teaching him to pee on paper, then you get upset when he leaves a deposit on your newspaper left on the floor. I remember when Bailey was around a year old. He had come to live with me around the fall of that year. He was house broken but the first thing he did when I put up the Christmas tree was lift his leg on it. Thankfully it wasn’t decorated yet and I hadn’t put down my beautiful candle wicked tree skirt yet. But I couldn’t get angry with him because I saw it from his point of view.”Granny put a tree in the house!It must be for me! I must mark it!” I had brought him his own personal bathroom into the house….how convenient for him! Your dog doesn’t have the same consideration for material things that you have, and most definitely your cat doesn’t! He doesn’t care if you buy him an expensive collar, he gets excited because he feels your excitement. He doesnt care that you just spent a small fortune getting him groomed and all pretty….if he encounters something that smells bad, he is gonna roll in it. He has no concept of value, or appearance, or keeping up with the Jones. He is a dog, he is gonna do dog things.

This brings me to my last story, this one is about Jeb and the Fox poo. A few years back my bestie and I took a road trip to Mathews, Virginia. Jeb was along for the ride. It was January and it was cold as heck! There was ice and snow on the ground and the air was bitter. As we were about to leave we decided we should let Jeb run a bit and take care of business in the field adjacent to where we were visiting. So he is out there, running around like a little kid having a blast, when all of a sudden he dives to the ground and starts rolling. Curious as to what has caused this reaction, Susan and I walk to where he is and discover this fascinating scent he has found is fox poo! Now, I don’t know if you know this, but foxes have a musk gland that excrete musk whenever he poops. Somehow it is extremely attractive to other foxes and well I guess Jeb too! Susan and i didn’t find it so attractive once we got him in the car and to return home. Both of us had tears in our eyes. Once the heat from the car hit that odor it permeated throughout the car. I’m quite sure there was a green funk cloud! We rode home on this cold January day with the windows down just to keep from puking. Jeb didn’t care, he was happy in his stench! It took close to two weeks to get that smell out of his coat! And again, Jeb had no clue how offensive he was, all he knew is that he got to run around and roll in something delightful, in his opinion. Lol!

Well, I think i have said enough… This was an extended post, no doubt.

Everyone have a great rest of your day! Extra scritches to your furry loves!

I love you all most ardently!

Play nice y’all…

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Mystery…

Good Sunday morning all my peeps! It’s gonna be a gorgeous day, I hope you all are able to take advantage. In a perfect world I would be sitting on a beach, preferably Assateague Island Beach, but as you all know this world is not perfect. I woke up this morning feeling quite like I had been hit by a bus. Every joint and muscle on my left side is either sore or swollen or sore and swollen. But as I heard my dad tell someone, “I woke up on the green side of the grass!” That my friends is enough for me!

This morning the furry support staff is quite groggy, except the old one. Jeb loves to be outside and he is the only one I have to bribe, coerce, or trick to get inside at night. Minxy and Bailey have gone into to hiding to avoid being tortured by the puppy. And Sassy’s anti-social self is laying by her food bowl daring anyone to come near it. I changed their food to the Rachel Ray Nutrish with Turkey and Venison yesterday. I can already see a difference in how they like it. The only one that didn’t clean their bowl is Sassy, and I guess that’s so she will have something to protect.

My goal for today is to finish painting 15 scallop shells with ponies on them. I’m hoping I didn’t aim too high, but I will do my best.

Right now foaling season is winding down on Assateague Island in Virginia. So far 50+ foals have been born. The majority of the foals will be auctioned off at the Pony Penning auction at the end of July. There will be a few kept as buybacks, which are foals chosen to remain on the island.for the rest of their lives. As the new foals are born and chronicled mostly by DSC photographers Darcy and Steve Cole, those of us who can’t be there get to see them and choose our favorites. This year however, a mystery has occurred. Let me tell you the story as best I can. A bay mare named Bay Girl had a foal in the southern corrals on the refuge. It had been a tough winter and poor Bay Girl was thin and pitiful looking but she managed to give birth in her weakened condition. The foal was small and weak so mother and son were moved to a place where they could be monitored closely. A few days later the foal passed. Bay Girl was kept at the carnival grounds so that she could receive nourishment. About the same time it was reported that the mare Misty Mills had refused her foal and wouldn’t allow it to nurse, so it was picked up and brought to the same location as Bay Girl. The colt, a pretty little bay pinto thing,  was introduced to Bay Girl and she accepted it as her own. Two hearts healed!

Now here is where the mystery lies.It began with the coloring of the foal. Misty Mills, who has always been in the liver chestnut pinto stallion, Puzzle’s band could not produce a bay foal, if Puzzle indeed was the sire. There was always the possibility that another stallion sneaked in and left a depost, but not likely. Then, two weeks ago , my bestie, her sister, my daughter and I visited the island and went on one of Captain Dan’s Island Tours. We saw lots of ponies, but as we pulled up to one location out front and center was Misty Mills with a fresh, only a few hours old filly at her side. Captain Dan and I were both perplexed! So here we have a mare who had been wrongly accused of rejecting her foal a few weeks earlier with a brand new filly. Someone owes that girl an apology!

So, where did the colt with Bay Girl come from? No one will probably ever know. There will be speculations, I’m sure, but no one will ever be 100% sure. It really doesn’t matter anyway, he showed up just at the right time for Bay Girl. I think his name should be Riddle Me This? Isn’t it funny how Mother Nature works? Had the timing off these events been off by a few days, the outcome might have been very different and tragic. The Lord works in mysterious ways… This story sounds like a Lois Szymanski book in the making. The beautiful Bay Girl and Riddler photos were taken by Steffie Rau. The Misty Mills and filly photo is mine.

Well I’m outta here. Gotta get on those shells!

Y’all enjoy what’s left of your weekend, and don’t worry about Monday arriving in less than 24 hours. Bahahaha!

Make sure you spend time with the furry ones! Lots of scritches and an extra biscuit, just because it’s Sunday!

Play nice y’all…

Bay Girl and Riddler

Riddler

The completely exonerated Misty Mills and her newly born filly