Idaho Roses

First, let it be said that Bear, our three and a half year old Appaloosa gelding, is a pee-squealer.  He’s always watching you out of the corner of his eye; looking for any opportunity.  An opportunity for what you ask?  Anything!   Among other things, Bear is our safe cracker – he’s learned to open gates.  Many gates.   And if he can’t get it open with finesse, there’s always hooves. As a foundation Appaloosa, his lineage is certified as descending from original Appaloosa stock, bred from away back.  Almost 100 percent, but not quite.   There’s a tiny percentage of something else in his heritage.   We didn’t discover what until recently.  We didn’t look him up on Ancestry.com.   No, it was a less scientific but no less certain a method.  It all began when my friend Kelly Just recently visited from Seattle.  Now Kelly had horses as a child and is no stranger to mucking – the ...

One of the best (and maybe worst) things about being close to your sisters is having someone with whom to share your secrets. The best?  Who else will listen to your embarrassing stories without judgment....just a few chuckles at your expense. The best?  Knowing that for every one of your silly secrets that they have at least one to match it, hopefully better than yours. The best?  Having the freedom to express your true thoughts and feelings about anything without someone thinking you are a horrible being, and realizing that even in your darkest moments, they still love you, judgment free. The worst?  When you realize they REMEMBER all those embarrassing secrets when they give you that “special look” or hand gesture that says....hmmmm, should I say something or keep it in the vault........hmmmmm. But, bottom line, the best thing is that sisters keep those “interesting” things close to their heart, never to (hopefully) see the light of day.  Right,...