Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Bath Time
I came home from work on Saturday to find that Danielle and Kara had deceided to give the puppies a bath..........ADORABLE!!! And smelling much better! Two or three have potential homes....Yea!!!
Meanwhile back at the Ranch
As luck would have it, what should have been two very enjoyable days off just didn't' turn out that way. Yesterday, my daughter took one very accident prone Thoroughbred to the vet to see what the reason was for the lameness he had going on in his foot. I get a call about an hour after they left telling me that they would have to go back at 4 to consult with another vet at the clinic, because apparently my horse had no pulse in his leg. Not knowing a whole lot about the equine anatomy, I could only guess that no pulse is a "bad thing" right? Apparently not, no pulse or faint pulse means that there is no injury or inflammation in the area, which is a good thing, except that we still are unable to deuterium the cause of the lameness. After several lameness exams, a few nerve blocks and two ultra sounds, we are instructed to rest the horse for the rest of the week, soak his foot twice a day in Epsom salt and apply a mixture of iodine and framalgahide(incorrect spelling...but not sure how to spell it) to kill any white line disease he may have going on. The ulta sound was done to determine if he had any damage to his suspensorary ligaments, which he didn't. After all was said and done this will probably cost me about $500 dollars and we still are not sure what is wrong, except that he probably needs his shoe put back on and he will be just fine.....just a thought!!! Meanwhile between vet visits we drove about an hour away to pick up a horse that belongs to one of my daughters Friends. The girl would like her horse pattenerd on barrels and wants my daughter to work with him. On the way home I find out that this horse is a stallion, but not to worry because he has never bred a mare and doesn't "know" he is a stallion; Hmmmmmmmmmmm ??? Okay, well this horse that doesn't know he is a stallion proceeds to jump our back fence in an attempt to get to our neighbors mares; and in the process cuts himself up pretty bad. I'm pretty sure he needs a vet to sew him up in a few places, but my daughter assures me that he will be "fine" So now we need to make a phone call and let these folks who own the horse know what has happened....FUN !!! Needless to say he is making the hour trek back home tonight! Have I mentioned lately that I really HATE horses!!!!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
They're exploring outside........
The pups are a month old now and starting to eat puppy food and drinking water! They are getting to be quite a energetic group!
This one looks like a skunk...............
They don't even let Lola lay down to nurse anymore...........
This one looks like a skunk...............
They don't even let Lola lay down to nurse anymore...........
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
August 19th 1987
It was a very special day for me...the day my only son Steven entered this great big world!!!! Hope he is having a wonderful 22nd birthday out in California!
Here is one of Steven and Christopher getting ready to go to the Hollister Rodeo Parade
And a couple more recent;
and not so recent........
and a few of my favorites.....
Here is one of Steven and Christopher getting ready to go to the Hollister Rodeo Parade
And a couple more recent;
and not so recent........
and a few of my favorites.....
More puppy pics
A little practice with photography and some not so willing but uberly adorable subjects;
Danielle and Kara have names for all these little bundles of fur...but I don't know their names and I don't want to....it'll be hard enough to say good-bye when it's time.
The little white ones are starting to turn blue...hence the "Blue Heeler" can't quite see it in these pics...maybe in round two...
And last but not least......
Danielle and Kara have names for all these little bundles of fur...but I don't know their names and I don't want to....it'll be hard enough to say good-bye when it's time.
The little white ones are starting to turn blue...hence the "Blue Heeler" can't quite see it in these pics...maybe in round two...
And last but not least......
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
A Heart warming story
Two Choices
What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its
dedicated staff, he offered a question:
'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.
Where is the natural order of things in my son?'
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
I approached o ne of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field.. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and=2 0Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the
plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.....
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily an d missed.
The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher .
The game would now be over.
The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.
Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!
Run to first!'
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second,20run to second!'
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.
By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team..
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head..
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team
'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.
Shay didn't make it to another summer.. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its
dedicated staff, he offered a question:
'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.
Where is the natural order of things in my son?'
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
I approached o ne of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field.. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and=2 0Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the
plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.....
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily an d missed.
The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher .
The game would now be over.
The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.
Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!
Run to first!'
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second,20run to second!'
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.
By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team..
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head..
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team
'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.
Shay didn't make it to another summer.. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
We waited all summer for this ??????
Danielle finally got the phone call to come pick up her finalist jacket from NTHSRA for the 2008-2009 season. When she got there all they had was an extra large! The thing swallows her! If anyone know a good alteration person, please let me know asap!
Here are the 2009 - 2010 Central Christian Academy High School Rodeo Team...hopefully they will get the correct sizes this year!
Good Luck Girls.....ride 'em like ya stole 'em
Here are the 2009 - 2010 Central Christian Academy High School Rodeo Team...hopefully they will get the correct sizes this year!
Good Luck Girls.....ride 'em like ya stole 'em
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