The Tooth Fairy Has Arrived

Oh my did I leave a surprise in my bucket for CMK. While eating my yummy beet pulp last night I felt something go crunch. I thought I'd bit a rock. CMK is always mad when she finds rocks & sticks in the beet pulp & has been threatening to send all the rocks to Farmer's Feed with a complaint. Well it hurt when I bit down & one of my teeth kind of wiggled. I was so afraid that I'd knocked a tooth loose. But then I couldn't feel anything so I dove into my beet pulp again & OUCH. My tooth fell out into my dinner. Oh no! What had I done? Oh no! I knocked my tooth out. I didn't want to eat any more because I thought my other teeth would fall out. My neighbor laughed & laughed at me, explaining that I had just lost a baby tooth & not to panic. It's NORMAL to loose baby teeth. BIG teeth will come in & when all my baby teeth are gone, I'll be a grown up. I sure learned a lot last night.

Tonight CMK found her surprise. When she was pouring my beet pulp into my feeder she saw my tooth. She was so excited she poured my dinner all over her hand as she grabbed for my tooth. She had a huge smile on her face & was muttering what she might do with my tooth. She said something about making a necklace so she could wear my tooth around her neck. People sure are strange sometimes. But I love my CMK anyway.

I'm a Big Girl!

When I went into the barn last night for my yummy beet pulp bucket, CMK was there with my blanket. She's decided that this winter I'm old enough for a blanket. I'm very careful with my blanket because I don't want to ruin it. It's black & warm &, if I say so myself, looks fabulous on me. I'm really quite stylish & feel so grown up.

Today CMK brought out this stick thing that has another stick poking out. She put it on my back in a couple of places, all the while adjusting & hmmmm-ing & oh no-ing. She was counting on her fingers & muttering "only 31 months" and HOW tall?! She seemed quite concerned when she decided that my rump had hit 15 hands high. That's 60" or 5' at the heightest point of my rump. Oh my! Poor CMK, that's all the taller she is at the top of her head. She figures I should grow to be at least another whole inch taller when I'm all grown up. That means my withers should catch up & pass my rump's current height by an inch. Hehehe Maybe I'll get even taller. Hehehe CMK doesn't even want to think about that, let alone admit I'm a big girl. A VERY BIG GIRL!

Save A Turkey!

That's right everyone, Filly wants to help save turkeys by encouraging everyone to eat CARROTS! LOL Silly Filly.

Filly & her family would like to wish everyone a very Happy Thanksgiving.

Happy Birthday Filly!

Wow, time sure flies. It's been 2 years since Filly was born. After such a tough beginning my miracle filly is now a gorgeous 2 year old. Looking at her today it's hard to believe there were times when we didn't think she'd survive.

Filly is my "old soul" & that's understandable with all she's been through. She's very calm & sedate with nothing much bothering her. But sometimes, when she thinks I'm not looking, she sprints across the pasture with her friends. Mane & tail flying, showing off for all she's worth. It's such a joy to see her enjoying life. I love to go to the fence & call for her because she'll raise her head acknowledging me, reach down for another bite, & then she'll break into the prettiest trot to come see me. She can be such a love, planting her head in my chest while I rub her double swirls. She also enjoys me scratching inside her ears. She's such a character in her own quiet way.

For her birthday she got lots of cookies & carrots. She can be such a little piggy but she did share with her friends. She also got lots of rubs & scritches as I hugged on her. There's no way to describe how Filly fills my heart with joy.

I love you Filly & cherish every moment with you. Happy birthday & here's to many, many more memories in the making.

Holiday Wishes From Filly

It's been a while since my mom has written about me so I thought I'd say hi to everyone. I'm sure growing up & at 18 months I stand 14.1. I've been told that's pretty tall for an arab filly. For anyone who's wondering, my poor crooked legs are STRAIGHT! I'd like to say thank you to everyone who helped me. Mom, Auntie S, Auntie L, Uncle C, my followers, Grandpa & Trimmer. If I've forgotten anyone I thank you as well. Without everyone's help I would have been destined to be a cripple with an unpleasant fate. Now I can run & play in pasture with my friend. I'm the boss you know. I had a baby sister born this year & maybe one of these days I can get my mom to post her picture with me. Her name's Spring & it's so much fun showing her all the great things about life. I even share my feed bucket with her. Well, I better go. I just wanted to wave a hoof hi to all. Hope everyone has a wonderful holiday season & don't forget to hang stockings in the barn so Santa will visit all your horses. Merry Christmas everyone!

Oh, and aren't I gorgeous????

RIP Mama

I've been meaning to write for the last week but just haven't been up to it. Mama was such a sweet mare & she'll be dearly missed. She came to me in deplorable condition & against all odds, she not only survived but so did her soon-to-be-born filly. With the diagnosis of malabsorbtion & pancreatitis, I always knew Mama wouldn't see beyond her teens. But the reality of her death isn't any easier knowing her life was shortened by ignorance, & therefore neglect. If Filly's friends & the casual passersby learn only one thing from this blog, I hope it's that not worming horses regularly can cause death. Yes, worms kill! The damage from a heavy worm infestation is what caused Mama's ailments. The damage to her intestinal tract prevented her from absorbing the nutrients in her feed. This in turn caused pancreatitis & liver damage. PLEASE, please, please worm your horses on a regular schedule. Better yet, monitor fecal samples to insure your worming routine is taking care of any infestation. Treating & caring for a horse who's suffered worm damage is heartbreaking. You watch them gain their strength & blossom, only to have them waste away as their body eventually fails. YES, WORMS KILL! Run free Mama, free from pain & wasting, free from the ignorance & neglect of humans. Thank you for sharing a part of your life with me. Thank you for giving me your most precious gift, Filly. Run free...

My Gorgeous Filly

I really wish I could get some good pictures of Filly, but the little darling would rather pester me than pose for a photo session. She just keeps trying to show me her double swirls & big brown eyes.

She's growing into a very lovely yearling. She's finally overcome her rough start & is continuing to thrive. She's at last caught up with her filly friend Blondi &, although 3 months younger, Filly is now the same size. Her growth & size measurements give me the estimate that she'll be about 15 hands with good bone & substance. She's going to be the perfect size for me because she's my perfect Filly.