He has no water...

All pictures taken Oct. 21, 2010

OH, I forgot to mention, she's been feeding him a smitch of corn oil, all along, the 2 litre jug is now only about a third full.
No krunchies left, just the still pretty full bag of sweet feed.
 Not watering him is killing me, freakin' KILLLLLING me.
Gah.
Look how he's polished his neck hair, sliding over the panel.
shriek.
If I do not bring him a carrot, he'll bite me when I take pictures.Chief is so SICK of pictures!
So am I. I'm petrified that the police powers that are the OSPCA are going to take me away hahaheehee.

Now, she's home, gone since early am, it's 8pm now. Chief went without water for quite a while, eh? I took those pictures at 1:38pm, says my camera. Suitable and adequate, my arse.
I cannot assume she even remembers to water him, too.
sorry, trying not to go crazier, and out.

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October 18, 2010

October 18, 2010

Oh, for cryin' out loud, my camera is now taking 4meg pics. Why does it DO that.. Oh, well. feast your eyes on his food, and his clean stall, and his filled in topline, or spinous process. That's better, sort of. It will keep him warmer. His coat is really thickening up, which will camo the ribs even more. That's the new perfectly normal, for a horse, when he stands in a cage, 24/7/365. Sure makes sense.

To SOME.
Heck I talked to my MPP's assistant today, she said "I know nothing about animals, but I know that's wrong". We'll see. Elections (oooooh) are coming, so these things are unimportant again.

Or until she makes him look like this again.
May 22, 2010.

May 22, 2010

He'd just started the real re-modeling of his cage in the May shot, eh? And his topline was disappearing, but that's normal, aPparently, as of course, they do lose muscle tone. When they don't move. AT all.

August 22, 2010

Compared to three months later. Yum, yum, YUM.

OH, here's pics you haven't seen, maybe. Sept 24, and if you thought he was a healthy pregnant mare, you'd be wrong.

Sept. 24, 2010

Sept. 24, 2010

See how shadows can hide a dark horse's ribs? He's turning left there, ribs should be less visible..
Isn't he a looker. Yeah, he has that crimp in front of his croup. Breeding can do that to a stallion. But his whole put-togethered-ness is pretty freakin' correct, for a TB..

So, today, you wouldn't gasp in shock, looking at him in his stall, if you knew nothing about horses. MAYbe. Yay, OSPCA.
Poor old Chief is just not quite shock-worthy, he needs to be ignored. 'e's justahorse.
And I have to get some sleep.

Today's movie

The Human Question

Which is part of what is keeping me up at night, now. I've felt concern and empathy for this woman, and I still do. If I show it, I'm right back to square one, and then I'm still miserable. I don't feel very nice about all this, ya know? I mean, even when we had that mini-micro-feltBiGenough2me storm-burst that ripped some trees down close to her cabin, I was glad she wasn't hit by a tree. I do feel compassion for this woman. But, when you do extend it, the crazy train starts all over again. But. sigh. Is she to be my cross to bear? I feel like, I dunno. Nuts, I guess.
I am hyper-thyroid, which flares my dramatic words, aPparently. I am seemingly unendingly mental-pausal, and it seems like all the men I know in my life think I'm nuts/jumpy, yet I feel clearer on things than ever.

I wrestle with this, too.
Is Apalachian Chief just a horse, that fell upon bad times, or did he end up somewhere he should NoT be allowed to remain?

Am I just that chick who has called the OSPCA too many times? Truth be told, Madame Prescience Dena herself, called me out on that, back in the beginning of this whole weirdness that is horse fictuals, I mean factuals.

For sure, that horse I whined about at Jane and Kirby had a freakin' paradise, compared to the latest version of horse care I'm witnessing. So I have called maybe when I shouldn't have, maybe three times, in my life. The other times were things like "Uh, there's a horse on the side of the road", or "feral dog sighting". But maybe I have a record as an hysteric. aPparently.

The OSPCA seems to conveniently forget her black dog. I guess with the rapid turnover of shelter employees lately... I asked if they still had records on the cruelty case against crazy farmer from 30 years ago. They never did reply. Freedom of information, or what? Not at the OSPCA. They are busy.

I did annoy MB when the white dog would run away from her, and find me out on Flip walks.
I didn't report to the OSPCA on the white dog, I was trying to get along. Turned out, I didn't have to. The White Dog didn't make it to her second birthday..

RIP, wee White Dog. My heart sank to my boots when I met her as a puppy. I finally met her mama, when I found the mare, Chief's (shudder) future wife, up t'road. Kind old couple had given MB an ooops puppy. I told MamaDog I was sorry. White Dog was a Toy Eskimo/Jack Russell cross, tough and brave and hilarious. And so, so sad. Not enough coat for our winters. I gave MB a bed with cushions for the pup, she never did use them. I think she sold them.

Of course, white dog was left out in the uninsulated addition. Didn't need to tie her out, though. I asked MB's permission to let puppy out when I was home, and MB agreed. "Little rat", she called her, and laughed as she told me about the time when the puppy slipped off the table and started hanging herself by her collar from a chair. Uh, huh.

After awhile, MB forgot our agreement, and started complaining to the vet in town about me, my own vet for the girls. "How do I stop my neighbour from letting my dog loose?" she asked.
Vet told me, and as white dog had started showing pretty sad/bad behaviours (Running towards vehicles, more aggression as she was so hungry and lonely), and I had a young herding puppy Blaze, I stopped all contact with the white dog. Two weeks later, she was dead.

Chief doesn't look "that" bad, now. He's fuzzying up. His kind eyes still shine faintly of hope. Horses with honour do not ask for care loudly. They know that when they are caged, they remain. Patient.
Chief had no water all day. I hope she remembered to water him when she got home.

I hope I can sleep tonight.

June 19, 2010

The top picture is looking west, from inside his cage. Doesn't he look happier, now that the OSPCA is insisting she feed/water/muck him! I wanted to show you the myriad of small holes over his cage. They let rain in real good.

Hey, he looks fine from here! Taken standing on our shared driveway, looking east, my house is 100' to my right, my view as I drive home.

June 12, 2010

We had a lot of heavy downpours this summer. When it rained, it freakin' POURED. There are holes in the roof of AC's cage, and of course, of COURSE, no drainage.
I've thrown him some hay that MB had helpfully left outside his cage. NOT in his cage. Heck, he might EAT it.

The Black Dog

Here's the pictures I sent to OSPCA this summer, "proving" that I'd called about the care of her poor black dog, KC. These pictures are from 1997 & 2000. KC was PTS by MB, two weeks after my red dog died. KC had started whining and crying at night. Her poor legs and feet had been paining her, living outside on concrete, or inside in an uninsulated room in a wire cage. I think the bleakness of her life, and the loss of red dog, sent her over the edge into shrieks of despair. She was 7 or so.

When MB first got the dog, there was no outside shelter, at all. MB also had her tied up using a choke-chain, yes, set to choke.  I called the OSPCA about this, and the fact that the dog never had her poop removed from her prison. The OSPCA stopped the choke chain stupidity, but they did not stop the 6`chain, tied outside 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 etc.. in her own poop without enough food or water stupidity. The first dog house KC received was a bare wooden box, with no bedding, none. The OSPCA had to come and order her to give the dog a flap at the front, the box only had a roof and three sides.
The dog had a cage inside, a wire crate, with a single piece of old rug for bedding. Can you imagine...

 The top picture is taken from inside her prison, the gate is behind me, MB's shack to my right, the dog's outside "shelter" to my left.
The middle picture is taken looking north, in the middle is the gate, see the brown thing with a v-shape at the top of the white rectangle? It looks like it is floating in mid-air, but it isn't. MB had to keep building the gate higher, because KC would keep jumping out. I saved KC from hanging herself, jumping up and over that gate, through the "v", the day MB rode her old mare onto the property. If I had NOT saved her, MB could have been charged with animal cruelty...
(The white circular thing in the middle of the "v" is the clothes-line thingy.)

The tar-paper shack to the right of the gate, is where her "inside" cage was. Uninsulated, facing west, the south side of the "house". MB and her BF at that time built that "addition", it now has white siding on it. MB's house is actually an illegal dwelling, it was intended for summer use only, by the original landlords.

The bottom picture was KC's water bucket. KC did her best to keep the shit out of her tiny "area", but after a while, she'd run out of room.

I sent OSPCA all of these pictures this summer. I called and called about that dog, and finally gave up. I fed that dog at MB's house, whenever I could. MB would leave the dog outside, in the coldest of winters at night, KC barking herself crazy, for days at a time. MB called the police one night, she'd seen my tracks in the snow, when I'd brought the dog some food. It was -20 celcius, MB hadn't been home, I'd fed and watered the poor thing. of course, THEN, MC comes home, and calls the cops.

MB showed OSPCA papers from a vet for this dog, too. See how shiney she is? Amazing what lies can be told, by a "glossy" coat. Think showsheen, for dogs. Plus, the dog was black, really hard to show her terrible condition. Believe me, she was ribby.

yeah.
I am criminal.

May 29, 2010

Same water, different day. Still hard to pick up his ribs with the camera, dang dark horse.

May 26, 2010

Okay, there's the water! Whew, I feel better, don't you?? I like the use of insecticide as a nice dusting around the perimeter of the muck. The last picture was taken from the comfort of my living room, MB had taken him out for his every three-four week five minute walk..

May 15, 2010

Food, but no water. Well, you can't have everything! I'd upload the picture of his solid manure stall, but y'all know what horse shite looks like. Remember, all of these pictures are in the OSPCA's possession.
You are welcome to post them elsewhere, call me the anonymous source.

The start, April 2 to May 2 2010

April 2, 2010

North facing side door I took that very first picture from. I lifted the screen up a bit. Sue me.

Looking North, my house is behind me, and to the left. Behind the red door is a horse.

April 9, I couldn't back up far enough to get a full body shot, the side door and a bunch of (junk) stuff is behind me.

April 9,He'd decided to knock his panel down, as the hay was on the other side.RedGarageDoor is still closed at this point.

When I phoned the seller, I said the horse looked a bit thin. She said he'd been used as a breeding stallion. I could see a shadow of ribs, but not glaring, and I didn't think he was skinny, just a bit uh, lean. Let's look at May 1st, shall we?

May 1, 2010

I wish I had taken more early butt shots, but at the time, I wasn't seeing any back-bone, so I thought I'd take the shots of his neck and shoulders. His butt looked fine, not bony at all, when he arrived. May 1 showed a pretty startling change, to me. But meh, that's just loss of muscle tone, according to his seller, and the experts that are not me. I want you guys to look, and tell me what you see.

May 1, 2010

A couple came and looked at him, May 2, 2010, no idea who they were, but I loved them, because they mucked him out, and gave him two hay nets, and took him out for a walk. Funny how good a dark bay can look.. This was taken from my filthy living room window.

May 2, 2010

History..

THE KING TOWNSHIP SENTINEL paper is currently advertising an INNKEEPER’S ACT sale of THOROUGHBRED HORSES including graded stakes winning stallion UNION PLACE.
The sale will be held at SILVER DUCK RACING STABLE, 13980 Jane Street, King, and is a set of 14 horses owned by William Sorokolit Sr.

August, 2009

NOW, we're talkin'..

October 9, 2010

October 10th, 2010

I think I'm going to like this idea, at least until nightmare nutbar neighbour is off the danged property. I can YELL "I HATE M!" and not worry about it. I can post pictures, without thinking "Will someone send this to her? Will I be charged with harassment/slander/libel/failure to shut my frickin' mouth?"
I don't even know if she's on-line. You can text her, I found that out from my landlord's paralegal, the day the mare was tied to the tree.

But if any of you want to try friending that name on FaceBook, that could be interesting. OH, but ya better not be a friend of mine. De-friend me, first:)
Probably not her. Worth a shot, if only for research purposes.

I want to warn people in my area about her. But that's slander/libel, blah, blah, blah. I KNOW how nasty this sounds, and I hate myself for it. I am a nice person, and I tried and tried and tried to be nice to this woman. In return, she'd drive a million miles an hour past me and dogs on our walks, out the back 40, laughing and giving me the finger.
When her last dog was hit by the farm van, and she shrieked at me "Come and take a picture now!!" I gave up. I had given MB a little folder of pictures of Flip and her poor dog playing. MB had trained the dog to come running towards the sound of a car horn. That is to say, the dog had learned that she'd be going somewhere, as this dog also did not want to come to her owner. (Just like the previous dog.) But the car meant that the dog could maybe go see her old place, where she'd been born. Where the mare was..
Enough is enough. I'd never been happy to see an animal die, until MB's poor puppy.

I had to edit my fiction story, because I used her real name as the evil person in the story:)
Gee, wonder why.
Anyway, I will add to this post in a bit. I will add pictures without altering them. I will RANT.
Because I can.

whew.. There's that pic of me and GoLightly again, having a bath. Happier times... I loved that horse.
Any questions?
I will be back.