Sunday, March 31, 2013

Exciting News

Although it is too late for me, since I live here with Mother, I have exciting news that will affect my cousins back home.

North Dakota Congress passed Resolution 4011!!

For those who do not know, I am a Nokota, one whose parents came directly out of Theodore Roosevelt National Park. After decades of eradication attempts by the Park Service, North Dakota Congress has declared that they shall be returned to the Park to live as they have for generations.

I've written about my heritage in snippets before, two selection are below:

Then there's me. Mother says there was no reason she should have chosen me from all my relatives. I had an infected, pus-clumped hole and was kind of short and not as pretty of a mover as some of my cousins. But I had chosen her, and obviously needed her.
My name is Chant du Coeur. That's 'song of the heart' in French. She chose French because in my great-grand-horses parentage, when we were marched back from the cold north lands after losing our Sioux humans, and arrived a far smaller number than we began, a Frenchman bought the majority and raised and worked us for many of our generations, and she'd rather use a French name than Kicking Feather or whatever.

Mother tells me from time to time that I am not as unique as I think...

She has a point.

This is a picture from my old home in North Dakota. I am none of these horses. Mother finds this picture an absolute riot... I don't know why, though.

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Friday, March 22, 2013

Human vs. Equine Healthcare: an Expose

Mother's chipped tooth got me thinking... human healthcare sounds a bit different from mine.

Sometimes, Equine seems better. For instance, poor Mother did not get sent to her Happy Place to have her tooth repaired. What's the point of the dentist if not to find your happy place?

And our doctors make house calls.

On the other hand, a friend of Mother's underwent an elective surgery, but the patient was told to lay down on the table before being anesthetized. UNFAIR!!! I got dropped both times I had to undergo general anesthesia. That makes you sore after, no matter how gently they guide you down the padded wall.

Not me, but you get the point. Thunk

Mother says that my healthcare costs are, mostly, more reasonable. For instance, as much as she spent on my leg and face, it actually was not as much as the bill was from her one night stay in the hospital for her heart misbehaving.

Sure, Mother's Jersey friend may have had a really high bill when she broke her leg in a jillion pieces... but they didn't shoot her.

Then there's the whole insurance thing which really makes no sense to me.

I give up.

Related post: Always Check Your Policy

Thursday, March 21, 2013


Mother is not at work, but not here. She says it is too "cold".

Really? Try growing up outside in North Dakota, you big pansy.

Granted, I have not started to blow my coat yet, which is unusual... looking back at years previous, I was well into shedding by this time. But it is staying under the forties for a while still, and I would just as soon keep warm.

Mother wonders if we are going to have a break at all from the weather. This March has been colder than February or January, seemingly.

Don't worry, Mother. I stay warm in my coat and well fed by the aunties, even if YOU can't be bothered to come visit your beloved.

I'll be here... waiting. Take your time. No reason to rush up on MY account...

Tuesday, March 12, 2013


It has been warm. It has been cold. It has snowed, rained, and even a few days of sunshine.

The vet came out this morning and stabbed us, but I didn't get to go to my happy place. 


Aunt Nancy has completed her horse shopping expeditions and now has a new companion:
Aunt Nancy says he is a yak... but his name is Bunny.
 He looks like a horse to me.

Mother has been up a fair amount the last few weeks, but never with her camera. Aunt Erin took some pictures the other day, but not cool ones of the donkeys pulling the scary hay sled, or me chasing the donkeys and splitting the herd and rearing and spinning and looking magnificent, because the camera was in the car all that time.

No, she got pictures like these:


Fat Donkey

The Badgers 

Ellie Mae, who Mother says will make a beautiful cart donkey one day 

Galloping Ellie

Clementine, looking plush

Some deworming took place. I, of course, stood like a gentleman, with just the rope around my neck. Mother then proceeded to the donkeys. Those little weirdos like the dewormer so much, Mother doesn't even bother with a rope. They gather around, eager for their turns.

Mother always saves Julia for last, because she sucks all the contents out of the syringe, and Mother has to fight to get the syringe back.

What can I say? Weirdos.
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