Favours owed..

Here's a picture of a portrait I "commissioned", for the black horse I rode. A dear artist friend, with no experience painting horses.

The Favour I can call, I think..

I was "lucky" enough to do this for a neighbour, 3-4? years ago. December 23, Neighbour's horse, a thirty-five year old mare, had suddenly passed away, and she phoned my husband late that night completely frantic, as her landlord/Boss NEVER wanted any messes left on his property. My husband's tractor was needed, to move the old mare's body to a more accessible location for the cremation truck pick-up.

It was something I was just born to do. The woman was absolutely distraught/hysterical. She "owned" the mare for 31 years. I hadn't met her before, just heard about her through my husband, as he farmed this guy's land for years. This guy, super dooper wealthy guy, husband's Landlord/Neighbour's LandLord/Boss is not the friendliest. Putting it mildly.

Anyway, I kept her talking about the mare, and told her how she'd given the mare a long wonderful life. The mare had just dropped dead, no signs of struggle or pain. Hay was still in her mouth. I wouldn't let her watch the moving of the body, and I carefully, lovingly wrapped the horse's head in a blanket, so owner couldn't see much "expression". I took her into the barn, as husband did his lift and carry, and got her to chat about the other horses, owned for their existence only, by the LandLord Big Boss Guy.. And of course, I loved madly on the other horses, having a great time, horse deprived person that I am. This lady also owns a Haflinger, with folded forward, weird ears.

Once the old mare was moved and placed, I uncovered her head, closed her eyes and cleaned away the death poop. I prayed, in my own way. I was so glad to help that poor woman, two days before Christmas.
There is something just so wrong about a dead horse's body. So large a Life, the emptiness left is like a black hole.

Lending a helping hand is second nature to my husband and myself.

I've offered to help this woman, at her new barn location, literally almost walking distance from my house:)
Where the mare died, is right across the street from me.

I have to go see her again... There are ten horses, 6 are co-op boarders, the rest are hers. She ended up buying her Boss/LandLord's horse, as he suddenly lost interest, and vacated all the horses from his barn.

This woman still works for the Boss/Landlord, maintaining his empty property. She's moved her horse set-up to a place recently sold to someone I know, and LIKE!!!!
Right beside Butch's House!


Well, Butch's place has decreased surrounding property values for YearS. Not to worry, the "new" barn is waaaay nicer.
It's still standing:)


Her ex-RCMP horse, 20 year old gelding, black of course, ooooohhhhhh....

Big steps and little 'uns.

I am tiptoeing towards a barn.

shhhhh, don't tell anyone. Might jinx it:)



Here's a wood sign I made for hubby for Christmas. Long story, but suffice it to say, it's not an example of success:)