Rescuing Rusty

I put 8 in his backpack, on my back of course, because he would not be put down and decided that since my hands were free I might as well…

Coyote and Rusty don’t get to graze the yard anymore. The cattle are coming home for winter and feed is being gathered. There are piles of ground hay and piles…

I was sick of being a responsible adult. I was tired of scraping and painting windows, sick of doing laundry and washing dishes and a little sick of a certain…

Not with Rusty, I haven’t hardly had a chance to touch him for a couple of weeks now. I’ve been pushing hard to get some much needed work done to…

I want to get this written down before I forget. Rusty learns and responds much better from his right side. He picked up bowing, giving to pressure and a simple…

8 wanted to go for a ride. He makes his wishes known and I seldom have trouble deciphering his wants. Often they nearly give me a heart attack, but at…

Rusty stopped and turned to look away from me as we were working the other day. I called him and tried to get his attention but couldn’t figure out what…

We moved cattle this morning. A neighbor and good friend is layed up and the father-in-law has been feeding his cattle for him. He decided it would be easier to…

It is what started the whole thing. Almost. I only wanted a good little cow horse. Then there was a blog post about teaching a horse to fetch, it sounded…

Every time I say “Hey, look! Rusty is so cool he can blah blah blah.” I stop and think to myself that that’s nice but can he ride? Playing fetch…