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Obama lifted the ban.

I’m sure that you have all heard by now that despite campaign promises, the ban on Federal funding for horse meat inspectors has been lifted which now allows USA equine slaughterhouses to resume function.


My argument is that there has never been an equine kill method offered where minimum wage slaughterhouse workers could perform the task effectively and humanely.

I’m not against slaughterhouses as much as I am against inhumane technique – and the inhumane people behind the inhumane technique.

You see, horses are tough to kill (unless you get it just right).  And, they are highly sensitive.  For humans to not adequately consider the equine with a humane form of slaughter is, well, inexcusable and too easy of an out for me to respect.


Just because horses are now going to be killed in the USA instead of Mexico or Canada, doesn’t mean that their suffering will be less.  It just means they don’t have to travel as far under horrible conditions – So, I guess they will not suffer for as long, but certainly they won’t suffer any less.

Being killed is being killed.  Being aware that you are being killed is even worse.  Being killed badly is unspeakable.

You can’t pretty that up.


Did we formulate a humane method of horse slaughter during the last FIVE YEARS in preparation for this day?  Um.  No.

And why not?  Because developing and maintaining humane slaughter methods would cost a lot more money… and those making all the money would prefer not to have to part with any of it.

So how could reverting to inhumane slaughter be better for the horse?

It isn’t.  It will be better for us, not the horses.

We Americans will now have less guilt about disposing of our unworthy horses and make more money at it while we are doing it.

And, what kind of message are we sending?

If inhumane horse slaughter of any age/any condition horse is OK in America… I guess we are making a clear point that we don’t care about anything that has no obvious value – even if it did help build our country.  (Oh wait, we’re kinda like that with our elders too, aren’t we?)


Major flipping fail.


It isn’t OK to have a ton of kids/cars/garbage and not care for it…

Since when is it OK to breed/buy whatever horse you want and when you get it – if it doesn’t measure up – just get rid of it.  Why do humans think it is A-OK to not care for an animal they own – especially if it is competing with, costing too much or pissing off the human?

You wouldn’t kill Trigger but you would kill the mare next door.

What is the difference?



Hey, I have an idea…  there are too many people in this world.  We breed indiscriminately.  We don’t even have herd sires or lead mares that keep the riff-raff from adding genetic defaults to our lineage.

There are too many of us…

So, I think we should start there.  If we humans had to devise a humane slaughterhouse for unproductive/unwanted humans, it would probably end up being a heckofalot better than what we’ve adopted for the poor equines.

In this way, we could do unto others as we’d like, right?  Oh, wait a  minute, that ‘do unto others’ stuff is strictly meant for humans.  We can do whatever we want to the animals (and the earth, for that matter).



Allowing your horse to die painlessly and with dignity isn’t cheap.  That’s why ownership has responsibilities…

Oh sure, you could drag your sorry sick horse to the slaughterhouse – and maybe make a coupla bucks – but is that right?

All I’m saying is do the right thing.  Either care for your horses, plan for your horses, ask for help in emergencies, dispose of your horse humanely or DON’T HAVE A HORSE.  Take responsibility, people!

Who is minding the store anyway?


I hadn’t planned on getting all Andy Rooney on you… but this cop-out of an equine kill procedure really burns me.

Six of my eleven horses were queued up in that slaughter line before they came to live with me.  And, I gotta tell you, there isn’t a worthless, useless, non-thinking nor non-feeling one in the bunch.  I could not imagine any of them standing in the bloody chutes waiting for the misplaced hammer.

For my dollar, I’d rather get rid of some of the insensitive and godcomplexed people who are clogging up the world – and leave a bit more space for the keepers of the horses.

Just sayin’

Kentucky Derby winner, Ferdinand. When he was no longer valuable, he sold, then sold again and then he was slaughtered in some dark place in Japan...


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A Rescue Story of My Own… Meet Sam and Mini-Me!

Skinny, dirty, smelly Sam.

I wanted to write a rescue story with a happy ending.  So, I was searching the Internet and polling people I know and then I said, “Hey, waaait a minute…whaddabout my own Samantha?!”…  I have a happy ending AND lots of pics.


I watch several Rescue websites which is dangerous if you are holding a fresh paycheck… which was me on this particular day.

I stumbled upon a Rescue thread that needed help rescuing several very heavy in foal, wild mares.  (Read, never been touched and really of the opinion that they did not want/care/need to be handled…ever)

Untouchable, confused and ready to foal

These mares were at a feedlot in Nevada, waiting transport to Mexico for you know what.  Obviously, if these mares had never been handled, the chance of them being rescued was slim.


Untouchable pregnant mares in a feedlot just made my blood boil.  I was angry that some rancher breeder had run all these wild mares with his stud and then, when times got tough,  he/she drove them into a trailer and straight down to the meat auction.

(I was also told that some ranchers get the mares pregnant TO SELL THEM at a higher weight.  Dunno.)

Right after birth…

This struck me wrong.  I hated the idea of these pregnant mares sent to auction and the by-product (the foal) sold as sausage or whatever.  So, with paycheck in hand, I picked one mare and paid her entire bail.  It felt really good.


The Rescue group emailed me and offered that particular mare to me since I had paid her whole bail.  I said jokingly, “Well, if you can get her to me free, sure!”  Well, guess what…

They did.

Late one Monday night in May, I heard the distinct rumble of a large horse transport vehicle…  Hmmm.  I wonder who would come down my road with a huge trailer?

Yup, you guessed it.  My wild mare had arrived.

I had no idea what to do except back the trailer up to my barn and herd her into a double stall – and that is exactly what we did.  She calmly walked out of the trailer, looking skinny, disheveled, filthy and very, very pregnant.  It was easy herding her.  Obviously, she knew what was up with that.


Sam is filling out! This was baby’s first day outside.

I named her Samantha after the BEWITCHED character.  She looked like Elizabeth Montgomery to me.  Her feet were horribly long, she had a very rough coat and she smelled something awful.  I have no idea what she had been scrounging to eat these pasts  months but it didn’t do her much good.

I called the vet the next morning.  He checked her out — as best he could since she was UNTOUCHABLE– and said that with a mare in such bad shape, the baby might be stillborn. That made me sad but happy that at least this mare would have a better life from now on.


But, alas, two weeks after arriving, here comes TROUBLE!

Mini-Me was born at a very respectable 9pm (Thank you, Sam) and she was healthy and full of herself!  Mama had given everything to that baby.  I named her, Mini-Me because, well… look at her.  She was colored exactly the same as her mother except baby’s mane was darker.


I’m happy to report that when Mini-Me was 18 months old, she found a great home with lots of acreage.  The new owners fell in love with her and she lives on a ranch will hundreds of acres.

Mini-Me was almost as tall as her Mama at 18 months!

Sam still lives with me (I often refer to her as my “wild mare” or my “untouchable mare” in blogposts).  I have to honestly say that Sam is the most striking horse I’ve ever brought home. Watching her in her ‘wild ways’ is so enlightening.  She is incredibly wise – an old soul –  she teaches us all.

Sam’s feet have never been trimmed but they are very strong and healthy.  She is alert but not crazy.  She is honest.  You know exactly where she stands…  Yet, when she is upset or afraid, she won’t bite or kick.  She just lets you know that she would prefer to ‘leave now’.  And, I let her.


Beautiful Sam

Sam and I have an understanding.  I never raise my voice or make big gestures around her.  I don’t ask her to move quickly and I don’t touch her unless I ask permission.  We get along.

Sam is my girlfriend… if you know what I mean.  We are very respectful and admiring friends.  At least I hope she admires me.  But, I think the fact that she acknowledges my presence, lets me touch her and even nickers at mealtime, makes me feel very, very honored.

Even though she has no job or purpose, for me, her existence is very, very precious…



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