Foot Prints In The Sand

I know what you're thinking and No it's not too late to send in a donation for the American Cancer Society HERO Ride For Life Autumn and I are doing on May 5th.  For more information visit At It Again.  THANKS!!!!! to Paul, Dawn, Andrea & Aaron, Linda & Gordon for their super generous donations!
:-) Margaret & Autumn


FOOT PRINTS IN THE SAND

I just started taking medication that has taken spacing out to the next level.  In the last few weeks if I got a nickel for every time I asked What was I talking about? or Where did I put??? I would have paid off my student loans two days ago.  Not only am I spending a lot of time in left field but I've been getting slammed with fits of absolute exhaustion.  As out there as I am, I refuse to let it get in the way of doing what I normally do.   When Cindy called me up Sunday morning to see if I wanted to go riding with her on the beach I almost turned her down to hang out with the couch and the remote control.  But it was warm out and it was the first day it wasn't  raining in over a month and I had to work the next day so I sucked it up and we headed to the beach. 
Unfortunately, the sun stood us up and the fog left us with the sound of the ocean to guide us.   We saddled up and headed the opposite direction then we normally go in order to have a longer ride.  Autumn was not happy about this unexpected, extended ride and decided to set her pace slower then the line at the DMV.  Trying to keep 1,850 pounds of horse moving in a direction she is not happy about going in is not an easy task.  I was fading with every step I was asking her to take.
 

You can't make me go!

When we reached our turn around point it was like the gates flew open at the Kentucky Derby.  Autumn flew into a wild trot which rolled in to a gallop.  She ran until she didn't feel like and then bopped along in a jerky speed walk . By this point I was past exhaustion.  I had to hold on to the front of the saddle to keep myself upright.  All I had to do was just hang on and make it back to the horse trailer. Then I could rest. 
The fog wrapped around us in a tight circle flanked in nothingness.  Autumn cradled me in her rockerbye stride as the sea sang it's lullaby on the light breeze.  I don't really know what happened but the world just sort of came back to my senses.  I fell asleep on her like a drunk cowboy getting carried home by his trusty steed.  I don't know how I stayed on but I did.  I looked down at Autumn, ambling contently along, blinking in the world around her.  When I faded out, she smoothed her pace, leaving  quiet hoof prints in the sand and luckily not me laying next to them.

The times when you only saw one set of prints in the sand is when I carried you.
~Foot Prints in the Sand

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Wait a Minute Mr. Postman!

Hi!
I'd like to extend a heartfelt thank you to Pam (aka Snowdrops), Elizabeth and Kristen for their donations to the HERO Ride For Life, American Cancer Fundraiser Ride, Autumn and I are doing May 5th.  For more information you can visit our last blog At It Again.  Any donation is appreciated and it all goes to a helping a great cause that effects us all.  You can make a check payable to the American Cancer Society and mail it to Margaret Hague, PO Box 1356, Blue Lake, CA 95525 by May 1st. 
If you have someone special that you would like us to honor, Autumn and I will carry their name on a heart with us during the ride.
Thanks so much for helping us help a great cause!
Margaret & Autumn

At 8:00 in the morning, when I got into work at the veterinary hospital, the appointment book was lazy with openings.  By 8:30 the phones were screaming and we were scheduling emergencies into the doctors lunch hour.  A sheep had gotten run over by their distraught owner.  A cow needed her unborn dead calf, stuck inside of her backwards, pulled out.  Four baby goats, that were healthy the night before, had been found passed away this morning. The owners wanted a postmortem performed to find out why and what happened  to prevent anymore unhappy mornings.  Twenty five cows needed to be pregnancy tested. Bulls were coming in for semen testing and labwork to prove that they were STD free.  A mystery had to be solved of why a horse was lame, another was coming in to find out if she was pregnant and others needed to be vaccinated.  A calf needed it's horn buds burned...  The appointment book looked exhausted.  In the middle of all this, I had to make sure I had the dead goats and the bull lab work was packed up to send to the university and delivered to the courier by 2:30.
The doctors were swarming in and out of the office completing their appointments.  The bulls rolled in right on time and I slipped on my coveralls, pulled my hair back tight and slapped on my knee high boots...the official B.S. uniform.  It was time for me to shine as an expert bull ejaculator. (For a tutorial on ejaculating check out It's The Bad As It Sounds Job)   I usually dread this job because I think it's kind of violating and feel like a weirdo doing it.  For a while I was puzzled when the doctors would pull me out of the office to be the ejaculator when the owner of the bulls would volunteer to be the pitcher for the procedure.  Did they enjoy seeing me back there with my lips sealed tight hoping that my face wasn't about to become a cowpie-brown abstract painting? I had to ask.  According to the doctors  I have a certain je ne sais quoi when it comes to ejaculating.  Bottom line, I'm good and I get results.  Not only am I the office Not So Petite Rodeo Princess (See Not So Petite Rodeo Princess for the dirt )  but the Maestro Of The Ejaculator as well.  Another skill to add to the old resume.  Apparently I've got some skills when it comes to shoving a big probe up a bull's butt and praying that he ejaculates before anyone sees me doing it. 
The appointment went smoothly thanks to my expertise and I was back in the office packaging up the lab work.  With a few minutes to spare, I dashed out the door with a 30 pound package full of goat heads, livers, kidneys and a few pouches of bull smegma tucked in to it to hand off to the courier.  I got it there just in time to pass the unassuming box to the young college girl at the counter.  In this case I'm a big fan of the don't ask don't tell policy.   No need to open Pandora's box and spoil someone's lunch.

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At It Again

Hi,
Autumn and I are at it again.  It is the HERO Ride For Life Fundraiser which raises money for the American Cancer Society.  The ride is Saturday May 5th 2012.  Autumn and I will spend the entire day riding in honor of those who are suffering from cancer, those who have beat cancer and in memory of those whom we have lost to cancer. 
We are asking for a donation of any amount.  No amount is too small or too large...even a dollar would help.  I think that if we all help a little that the Jackson Hill Horsey Girl blog posse will make a huge difference!  Lets help find a cure for cancer and provide support for those going through one of the hardest times of their lives. 

If you have someone special that you would like us to honor, Autumn and I will carry their name on a heart with us during the ride.

If you would like to make a donation you can send a check payable to the American Cancer Society and mail it to Margaret Hague, PO Box 1356, Blue Lake, CA 95525.  Please send before May 1, 2012.  If you would like a tax deductible receipt please make sure to include your address.  If you have any questions please email me at Jacksonhillhorseygirl@gmail.com.

Thanks for helping Autumn and I help a great cause!  Let's see how much we can raise together!
:-) Margaret & Autumn

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Goat Diva

It was a rainy morning when one of our dairy goat clients came through the door of the veterinary hospital.  He carried in a large bucket with two very sick baby goat kids nestled inside.  By the time we took the bucket from him and walked to the exam room, one of the kids passed away.  Susie and I bustled about the office hanging heating lamps and placing a heating pad beneath the poor little baby.  The doctor scooped up the limp, barely breathing doeling (a female baby goat) and took her temperature.  It was so low that it wasn't even registering on the thermometer.  My hope for this little one surviving was fading with her. 
The doctor told me to clip the fur away from the doeling's  vein as he readied some injections.  He administered the Hail Mary treatments and within seconds she lifted her head.  In a few minutes she was chatting away to us.  Susie warmed up a bottle and when she offered it to this little weak creature she almost lost her hand.  That baby goat slammed that bottle down faster then a teacher at happy hour on a Friday. 

Susie and our little binge bottle drinking doeling.

After her second feeding she was running the office.  She was sitting at the desk answering phones, putting on invoices, entertaining customers...  She was a natural.  

"Thank you for calling the veterinary hospital.   I'm a cute baby goat.  How can I direct your call?"

A little before noon her owner stopped by the office, thinking that he was coming to pick up an empty bucket.  He couldn't believe when the little doeling walked around the corner to greet him. We gave him her care instructions and told him that we named her...Beyonce. 
"Beyonce?  What's a Beyonce?" he asked.
I explained that Beyonce is some diva that sings some crappy pop song that you can never get out of your head, called I'm a Survivor.   We thought it fitting for this little doeling.  She was a survivor and...a diva.

This song's for you Beyonce goat! 

You go doeling!

(just pretend the divas are goats...it may be easier to watch)

  



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