Laughter Lifts the Heart
Several years into it, and this blog still refuses to be categorized. It's eclectic and includes everything from writing posts to snippets from my ordinary life.
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Give the Lady a Ride
The Final Ride
Ride to the Altar
Circle Bar Ranch Coloring Book
A Southern Season
Skydiving to Love: a Novella
The Cat Lady’s Secret
Writing in Obedience
This past week, I had the pleasure of interviewing Chris and Jenn Micek at 4M Horse Training outside my hometown. These two are passionate about horses and equally passionate about rescues. As I said in my last post, I’ll be researching horse rescue and interviewing folks involved in this noble and expensive venture.
I’m not kidding about this being expensive. Rescued horses almost always need a vet, meds, a special diet. They are almost always a drain on the rescuers’ resources. But what heart tender toward these animals could turn them away? Chris said his vet cuts them a break by giving phone consults and a discount on his services, but still the costs can add up.
Chris and Jenn never said a word about the expense, though. They were too full of stories of rescues, successes, and losses like Angie, pictured above. Angie was a different kind of rescue–she was a drop-off.
One day, Chris got a phone call: “Do you rescue horses?”
“Yes, we do.”
That was all he heard from the mysterious caller.
Some time later, after the Micek family had returned from a trip to town, they found Angie in their front yard, her papers tacked to the same tree her lead rope was tied to. Personal information had been blackened out on the papers, but Chris is no fool. There’s more than one way to track the owner, and soon Chris was giving the man a piece of his mind about the condition of this mare.
You’d have to see Chris: He’s not the “Tall drink of water” of western movies. I put him at 5’8-5’9 tops. His eyes are bluer than a clear October sky and his voice is low, melodic and gentle. But he knows how to pick his words for maximum effect and deliver them with such steel in his voice that shouting isn’t necessary. I imagine the culprit who allowed Angie to degenerate so felt lower than a horse’s hooves when Chris finished with him.
Unfortunately, by the time Chris and Jenn got Angie, she was in the advanced euthanasia stage of DSLD, a disease that inflames the animal’s connective tissue. She had been misdiagnosed, and the previous owner hadn’t bothered with a second opinion. The kindest thing to do was to put her down.
Although I’ve seen more expensive price tags, Peruvian Pasos aren’t cheap. They are descended from the horses brought to America by the Spanish Conquistadors and have a noble lineage. Their four-beat gait makes for a smooth ride; their long mane and tail give them an air of elegance. How anyone could abuse or neglect such a magnificent animal is beyond my comprehension.
Chris didn’t give me all the details of Angie’s owner. Perhaps the man wasn’t ready to be a horse owner. Maybe he bought the animal for his daughter who lost interest once Angie began to show signs of lameness. Maybe he didn’t realize the expense involved in keeping a horse. Whatever the story, how I wish he had forfeited ownership sooner so Angie could be saved.
I’ll tell you more about the Miceks and their mission in posts to come. Meantime, have you hugged a horse lately?