Dalton the unflappable. Another reason to love him.


Monday, August 19th, 2019 | Filed under Dalton




So I decided to let Dalton into the huge 5 acre pasture.

His paddock it above the pasture and he has been able to oversee it for the weeks that he has been here.  But, usually Missy Miss, Annie and Mo use that pasture.

Yesterday, while he was eating, I closed the gate into that paddock from Missy Miss, Annie and Mo’s pasture… and opened Dalton’s gate into the 5 acre field.

I waited.   Dalton looked up, saw what I had done, and put his head back into his food.

Hmmmmm.

ALL of my horses would have run to the gate and been all snorty as they buckykicked their way into the new horizons.

Not Dalton.

So, I went inside.

An hour later, I emerged back outside.  Dalton was halfway down his pen, looking at the opened gate.

Hmmmm.

I thought maybe he needed some encouragement, so I walked through the gate and into the big pasture.  He followed.

No buck, no kick, no squeal, no charging to get past… no change in his demeanor whatsoever.

He just walked out there and stood.  Checking things out.

Then, he walked over to the pony pasture and looked in.  Then he walked the other way.  He sniffed some poop and walked around.

Not any concern.  Just another day, another moment – another thing.

Ho Hum.

I went back inside.

When it was time to put everyone to bed, Dalton was already back in his upper pen.

He put himself away.  I didn’t have to call him or beg him or get a bucket or have him ignore me or have him run off and play games.  He was in his paddock.  Ready for bed.

Dalton is exactly perfect for what I want.  I’m sure he isn’t perfect for everyone and I’m sure he won’t be perfect at all times (like not loading…), but this kind of attitude is golden to me.  He is such a chill, young horse!  Nothing I’ve even been used to – and I love it.

Thank you, Horsegods, thank you.

I walked with him into the big field. No big deal. No squealing or kicking or running and bucking. Like he’d been here all of his life. Ho hum.

First he walked over to the pony pasture… then he turned back and went into the vastness of the pasture.

Here he is, sniffing leftovers from the mares. Not a peep. No interest. No excitement.

He explored the entire field. La De Dah. Not a buckykick… not one. He didn’t run or play or even act nervous.

He heard the neighbor’s tractor. Ho hum.

I went back at twilight to spread shavings and tuck them in… and he was already back in his spot. He is such a chill horse!


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The Amazing Australian Kelpie and video… they stand perfectly still!






I had an amazing dog who was at least half Australian Kelpie (but that half took over his soul).  You may remember him.  His name was Dexter.

Dexter spoke English, I swear.  He understood everything.  He also could unlock any door and jump ANY fence.  He was an escape artist with an internal clock and GPS which allowed him to always come home by dinner.  In his later life as an escape artist, he would just stop if he got tired of roaming… and whomever found  him would call the number on his collar and I’d show  up to collect him.

Dex was how we met most of our neighbors in Grass Valley!  (Please don’t hammer us for not being able to keep him in.  It was impossible.  We fretted over him constantly.  It wasn’t until he was gone that I realized how many maneuvers I did every day to make sure he stayed home.

Dex never hurt anyone or was hurt.  Yes, we had an invisible fence, yes we had a 6′ cyclone kennel, yes he had a shock collar, yes he went to a special trainer… in the end, Dex was on a long lead atop a shady hill, which he loved.  The problem with Dex, as most trainers told us, was the he was ‘a Kelpie’.  Basically… they would all sigh and say that this would be the most incredibly amazing and incredibly frustrating dog I would own.

They were right.

Dexter lived to a ripe old age of 13.5 and is dearly missed.  He was an amazing dog with an indisputable charm –  and I credit that to his Australian Kelpie self.

This week, a video surfaced of 3 Australian Kelpies.  This video so typified Dexter.  I wanted to share.

WATCH THIS VIDEO – A PERFECT ILLUSTRATION OF KELPIES!

Click image to watch amazing video!

PICS OF DEX…

Some of you may remember Dexter.  He passed when we lived in Grass Valley.  He lived to be 13.5.  Such a great, if not frustrating, dog.  He is so missed.

Dex as a pup. He was always so confident. I found him at a shelter when we all lived in Oregon. He had a littermate and I had contemplated getting them both. I cannot imagine if I had… ai yai yai!

As a puppy in our Oregon house.  Who could resist that face.  One ear up,

A very mature Dex, with his huge smile. Always up to something…

Old man Dexter. Here he is in Grass Valley. As you can see, he wore many collars. All trying to keep him home. A lost cause. He wandered his whole life.


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