Everything is in boxes

We have no idea what is going on here. Mum and the bad man are not really paying any attention to any of us anymore. All the horse stuff is long gone but mum still comes home sometimes smelling like them. I heard mum telling the bad man that Fay needed to have her teeth floated and this is prolly why she has gotten so skinny over the past month or so. What ever teeth floating is, it sure doesn't sound nice at all. I feel bad for Fay. I also heard mum saying Beauty had wolf teeth.... that just doesn't sound right at all. She's a horse, I don't understand how she got ahold of wolfs teeth? Brave equine she is that's for sure. I wouldn't try to get any teeth from any wolves.

I can't put up a picture of me to show you who is talking here, mum has everything we own in boxes, something fishy is going on.
It makes us all nervous that the new in thing is living life out of boxes, it just feels like they can up and leave at any time now and we would never see them again. We're all on edge and sit at the door alot just so they don't forget us if they take these boxes somewhere.

My Sista Karma got herself into some big trubble with the bad man this morning. He made himself some brekkie and left it on the counter and went to the bathroom to wash his hands and brave big Karma jumped up and took half of the stuff off his plate. She's a tall girl now, she towers over me and weighs a LOT. I don't like wrestling with her much anymore as it is just scary now.
I'm glad she likes us all though, she could easily do some damage to us if she got the idea to.

So the bad man YELLED at Karma over the loss of his brekkie and mum just laughed at him and told him that he shouldn't have just left it there like that. But she got upset with Karma too, not nearly as much as the bad man. She's condemned to staying on the bed now.
Since she doesn't really fit in her crate anymore I took it over, I like that little cave of my own. Karma growls when I go lay in it, but she just doesn't fit at all anymore.

Well, mum is doing things with boxes again so we had better get together and sit at the door to ensure she doesn't leave us here.

Kita

Hi everyone

Hi, I my name is apparently Titan.
I am experiencing my first time in a "home" right now, its very odd. There are lots of big dogs here that I felt I had to fight with to prove my point. They didn't accept this well, I made a horrible first impression on my new roomies.
I'm just here for a short while so I can learn some "manners" and "basic obedience" I know nothing and do not understand why I have to go outside to pee. That just makes no sense to me at all.
Today was a hard day at this "house" I was introduced to this strange noise that always was followed by a treat. Then every time I would touch my nose on the ball thing on the end of it, the noise would happen again and another treat would come my way.
This stuff is pretty easy.
When the lady says certain words, I sometimes put my bum down on the floor and hear the noise and get a treat, or I lay down or I touch the ball again. Its pretty fun, it keeps me amused.
Today the really big dog named Kita decided she was no longer mad at me for attacking her and we played like dogs do. It was great.
There is an older hairy boy here who doesn't play with me, he's an old man though so thats alright. I'm just a pup myself. I have been alive for 10 months now and it sure took a long time for me to see that life was indeed good. I would have never thought it was this good before. I mean I always got food and water but not much "affection" I think they call it.
There were lots of other dogs like me where I lived before, some smaller ones with big heads and no snouts, and some taller ones that looked like little Boxers. We didn't have it bad I thought, but now I feel so sad for all my friends who are still at that other home I had. They would love to experience what I am experiencing now.
All I can do is hope that one day they all get out too, like I did for being "too tall"
After coming here, I think those people before were crazy, I'm a short little guy compared to the dogs here. Wonder why she said I was too tall? She's too picky.
This new lady likes me just for me, and doesn't care much about how tall I am.

Well, off to find the green ball that will make the clicky sound for some treats again.
It was nice meeting you all.

Our new home

Well we have gone and done it. She sent us away.
But its just "for now" she said.
We're kind of liking our new place, so much more room to run and we live with 17 other horses now.
Fay found a friend she used to know before her and Venna were purchased, she's thrilled.
They remember each other and spend A LOT of time together. Fays friends name is Dakota, she's for sale again and its really hard for our human to not buy her considering Dakota was the horse that she had decided on before Fay. But lucky for Fay Dakota was already sold by the time she made up her mind. Once she found out that Dakota was gone, she insisted right then and there that she was taking Fay and Venna.
As you can see I am left out of this friendship for now, but Dakota is a nice girl and one day I will be good friends with her too, I know it.



As you can tell here, we spend a good part of our day running away from this young Thoroughbred, he's a punk, just a young gelding ( I think) but he likes to make us run, I have lost a bit of weight in the past couple weeks from being here.


I really don't make friends quite as well as Fay, she's far too easy going, but I still have her.


It took both of us a few days to realize that big round bales of hay were still good to eat. Both me and Fay were scared of them at first and would wait until the other horses would drop some on the ground before eating it. But we're good now, we got over that fear. Things are so different here, but we both like it. Even though I don't have many friends yet, its a great place for a horse to be.
I hear talk of Fay leaving this spring for a couple months, I really hope that I make some friends before she goes. She's going to get trained for riding. I keep telling her its not bad having a good human on your back, but she's nervous about it.

Well, I don't have much else to say, we're both happy and healthy at our new temp home so don't worry about us. We're not on the roads anymore =o)

She's gone

A lady came by the house on Tuesday armed with a horse hauling trailer and mum came home from work early to help and spend some time with Venna.
They loaded up Venna and she hasn't come back yet.
I was really worried, her own mother doesn't seem too concerned ( So I have been kicking her extra lately for that) Venna was my best bud, and just like that she's gone.
Mum keeps saying she is at a better place with other foals and a new owner who is far more knowledgeable to raise foals. I think I better stop biting before I get loaded in one of those trailers again to never return.

Its so weird here with out Venna, Fay just keeps eating like there is nothing wrong, I think maybe she's in denial and thinks Ven will come back, but I know what happens when you get loaded in trailers, you never see your farm again.
I've been loaded twice now in my life and hope it doesn't happen again.

Beauty.

She hates us both we think

I think we drove her over the edge the past few days.
Venna keeps breaking down the fence, and of course I follow her around the yard.
Mum came home the other day and we were both standing at the hay shack, just eating a few bites. She saw our hoof prints on the road and across the road, she BLEW A GASKET.
It took her almost 2 hours to fix the fence and when she put me back in, I ran right back through, I was worried she forgot about Venna on the other side.
Apparently this was not a smart thing to do.
On my way through the fence, mum actually hit me! She grabbed my halter roughly and jerked my head the whole way back into the fenced area.
Fay was a good girl and stayed in her fencing, mum went over to talk to her after she was "done" with us.
I think she wants me and Venna gone, I keep biting and kicking and rearing at her for no reason, and Venna keeps plowing through fences.
Yesterday Venna went back through the fence but on another side which let Fay come in with us, Venna took off in the yard but me and Fay just stayed in the broken fence. Fay said it would be best for us to stay there and not get her mad again.
Didn't matter though, she was pissed when she saw Venna had broken everything again.

I'm not sure whats going to happen with us, but for the past few days she has been horribly upset with the 2 of us. Fay is a smart horse, she doesn't put up a fight with mum, she just stands there and lets her do what ever she wants to her, I don't think she has ever tried to bite her. I don't understand why Fay just sits back and takes it all?

Well, better go stand like good horses out by the fence. I hope Venna doesn't break it again, I don't like this angry mum anymore, I want the happy one back.

Beauty.

That foot guy was back

He makes me uneasy.
No one else plays with my hooves quite like he does, he must have a fetish of sorts.
But once he is done, man they feel great! I could run like the wind ( if I didn't look so darn pregnant)
Mum is in denial about me running with Cowboy ( my ex ) just before she came and took me from my last home. I'm happy she payed the money for me and my baby, we have a pretty good place here and get lots more attention. But she keeps sending this weird man out to file and cut our feet at random intervals.
We never know when he is coming, he just shows up and the stress starts, for me anyways. Beauty must have met this man a few times before, she just stood there like a champ and took it. I heard mum say she fell asleep. Crazy mare she is, how could you close your eyes when a strange man is cutting your legs off at the knee?

I'm glad that is over with for the next few months.

SantaFe

I don't want to stand like a tool

Its not comfortable. I don't know why she keeps making me do this.
I like when we do our practice "trot" in a circle, I can run like a little snobby dog and really strut my stuff. But this whole "stacking" thing blows!
I just don't like it one bit.
See me in the pic, I stand like a fruit cake with my front feet way too far out and I sometimes tend to roach my back.
I hold my head too low when looking at the "bait" on the floor( which is always the yummiest treat you could ever think of)
This show dog stuff is for the birds. Not for Tibetan Mastiffs.
Mum just wont give up either, until I stand nice, we can't do the prancing run.

I know how to do it, I just don't want to. But mum is determined to handle me herself come show season for me. I like that idea better than that man handling me. He was nice, but you could tell he was all about the win, I just want to have some fun with mum in the ring.

Well, its almost practice time again. I'm happy she's not placing my feet anymore for me. I can "free stack" when I feel like it, but honestly I just don't want to do it all the time.

Karma.