The QUIET ONES. It is important to bring them to the front every now and then…

I reminded myself about my ‘quiet’ horses today.

What I mean is I reminded myself how horses bloom when they are watered.

Some horses are pushy or clever and they demand attention.

But some horses are shy, background kind of horses who demand less attention.  And, sometimes horses that get less attention, slowly die inside.

I say this because today I watched BG bloom… and it was if the wilting flower, drunk a very tall glass..


Beautiful girl is Finn’s full sister, but they are totally different.  Where Finn is silly and dominant, BG is shy and respectful.

BG, Finn and Wrigley live together.  Finn insists that BG is always with him, and I have obliged for years.  Years.

Wrigley lives with BG and Finn because they are the only ones who will tolerate him besides Gwen and Gwen can no longer keep him in line… so… he lives with the fit and strong Finn and BG.   (Wrigley is another very bold and ‘in your face if you let him’ type of horse.)  Finn is the Boss, BG is second in command and Wrigley pulls up the rear.

So although BG is never ignored… she gets the same amount of food and treats… she is always in the background with the more forward and demanding horses in the foreground.

BG today. You can see her smooth coat under the shedding winter reddish hairs.

THIS MONTH – the benefits of lockdown

For two years now, I’ve been trying to heal BG’s hives.  I thought the winter would ease them, but it didn’t.  The vet has given her all of his remedies, cures and shots.  Even cortisone didn’t work.  I’ve tried herbs and tinctures and potions… nothing had worked so far.

Coming into the summer months, I’m trying to get a jump on her allergies by separating her and giving her extra attention.  I don’t want to miss the first hint of ‘no see ums’.

So, that’s what I did.  I moved BG into a solitary pen right next door to Finn and Wrigley.  Of course, Finn pitched a fit… but he settled after a few days.

Last week, BG had another vet visit – no new ideas.    I decided to start a daily grazing program for her to munch on the smorgasbord of greens growing rapidly around here.   Maybe she is vitamin deficient…?   I’ve also been giving her (very expensive – yikes) herbs that a reader suggested I try.  BG has her own trough, her own feeder, her own shade and she has the best view of me.

She gets to pick through all the green grasses and pick what she wants to eat.


Three weeks into her new digs, I am seeing a real change in BG’s personality.  Getting two special buckets a day… plus all of her other special treats – all of her own stuff –  she is smiling more and nickering more… and her hives are almost gone.

Now, since I’ve done a few things at once (green grass, herbs, special paddock), I don’t know what is helping her with the hives.

But in any event, I’m very excited about this.

I need to wait and see – as her hives tend to go away and then come back aggressively… but this time, they have gone away much more totally than any other time in the last 2 years.

I sit with her as she grazes… and she stays near.


So for now, I’m reminded how horses bloom when they are watered.   I’m watering BG and she is blooming.  I’m telling you because I wish I had thought of this sooner…

And she’s the boss of this trio, which I’m sure she likes. Norma never challenges her and Gwen is too old to bully BG anymore.




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I spoke with Dodger…

As you might have suspected, I was taken by surprise when Dodger passed.  I didn’t expect it.  Sure, he was 40… but he was as healthy as a 40 year-old pony could be.  In the days before, he had been able to graze on green grass and roam around the huge pastures – he had been totally normal and he was eating properly, drinking and eliminating.  He hadn’t had too much grass… his water was fresh. –  I just couldn’t figure out what happened.  Without a necropsy (and I couldn’t do that to him), I wouldn’t ever know.

I needed to ask Dodger himself.

So I contacted animal communicator,  Candi Cane Cooper (yes, that is the name her parents gave her).

Immediately, after Candi centered me and we prepared ourselves to reach Dodger… Dodger busted into our session (that was so like him) to talk to me.

From Dodger:

(Candi is so loving and giving.  I didn’t feel awkward or embarrassed that I was calling, weeping… she totally made me feel at ease.   And she asked questions to Dodger that I wouldn’t have thought about,  but that were great questions!)

From Dodger:  He said he had a terrible pain in his chest.  His heart.  (Since his heart rate was through the roof, this seems correct – he had pain.). He said he fell down during the night and couldn’t use his body right.  Candi offered the image of a stroke, and Dodger agreed.

Dodger said that nothing could have been done.  He knew it was his time.

I asked if I could have done more… and he said that he waited for me to come out and knew that I would fix things once I saw him.  He said I didn’t let him down at all.  He said that I did, indeed, fix it for him.

Dodger said that his life with me had been really great!   He always felt safe, he had enough “really good” food and lots of water.

Candi asked if anyone was there to help him cross over.  Dodger described a very big and hairy dog.  A dog with an incredible coat.  Dodger knew this dog in life and that the dog described himself as “Mom’s heart dog”.

I knew immediately who that was.  Eddie.  Eddie was my heart dog that lived with me in Oregon from puppyhood until his own heart attack death at 12..  He was half rottweiler and half wolf.  He had an amazing coat.

Candi asked Dodger where he was now.  He said that he and Eddie were by a very beautiful lake and if he was closer to it, he would take a drink.  “Me, a drink!”… Candi told me that it seemed like Dodger was making a joke about him wanting to drink as if he wasn’t a great drinker in life on earth.

I asked Dodger what his life was before he met me.

Dodger replied with a lot of pictures of stress, loud noises, cramped conditions, no love, no petting or grooming… He didn’t show what his job was.  He told Candi that his memory was fuzzy but that he knew his past life before me was what made him know he ‘had it good’ when he was adopted into our house.

Candi told me that animals stay the age they are when they die.  So Dodger is an old pony in heaven.

Speaking to Dodger totally eased my mind.


I asked to speak to Norma.  She was right. there.

Norma was eager to put me at ease.  She said that she is a much wiser donkey about death now.  Yes, she was very sad when Slick left… but now she gets it.  And, she knew Dodger was very old and failing.  She knew he had had a bad night during his last night and that this was the end.

To be honest, she said, she was relieved.  Dodger was very old and was losing his sensibilities.  She was exhausted, really, taking care of him.

*I have noticed that Norma seems lighter and happier.  She isn’t morose like she was when Slick passed.  I was so nervous that she would fail, too.  But she is quite happy and exploring new relationships.

HOW TO CONTACT CANDI CANE COOPER – animal communicator

Easy.   Here is her website.  (no affiliation)


This was the amazing man who came with his backhoe to bury Dodger – only 20 minutes after he was put down. I was so happy that this all happened quickly and easily.

Norma watched the entire thing, very carefully. She never lost interest. I sat with her throughout the process.

This was her view.

On her own, when I let her back into their pasture, she stood right on top of his grave.

then she walked over to the shade.

At dinner time, she stood at her feeder, eager to eat. When Slick passed, she refused to eat.

This is me with Eddie. Candi said that Eddie was Dodger’s guide on the other side. Eddie and Dodger knew each other when we all lived in Oregon. Eddie was an enormous dog. 155 lbs and lots and lots of hair. He was half wolf and half Rottweiler.

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