They are called Bonnie, Annie, Midas, and Jasmine.  They really don't take kindly to strangers walking in their yard.  Funny, even with a "Beware of Dogs" sign up, some people (notably a FedEx person) just don't get that...

It must be winter coming on, because Kai looks even more like a stuffed fuzzy toy every day. 

What does an adult do when a parent needs help?  I am at a loss.

I wanted to help my mom when my dad first died, but was talked out of it.  I was told my health came first, even though I didn't believe it.  Though I have four older sisters, I have always been the closest to my mom.  I don't know if it is because I was the youngest, or if it was because I could understand her better than my sisters; after all, I am the only one who is bipolar, as she is (though she won't admit her disease and is not diagnosed as bipolar).

Now I can't help her; my husband and I have signed papers to buy property far away from her.  We have already invested a tidy sum into this property; my husband says he will walk away from it, if it will help my mom, but the heart health issue still is a problem.  I can't be that far away from medical help, since I have already had two heart attacks and a stent.  She, herself, should not be as far away from medical help as she is, but she won't hear me when I say that.

So what does a person do?  Do I let my mom suffer?  I want her to move in with me.  I know it will be hard, but I don't care.  She gave so much to me when I was a little girl, that I can never repay her.  Her mind wanders now, a common symptom of the disease that is tearing her apart.  In two or three years, she won't remember my name. But I will always remember hers; I named my oldest daughter after her.

I feel like someone is gutting me with a butter knife over this.  Ron's misbehavior is nothing to this pain.  I miss my father so much since his death; now I understand how much emotional pain he dealt with before he died.  Mom used to be my Rock.  I don't know how to be hers.

I haven't talked about the case of the kids who cooked a puppy to death.  I couldn't.  Sometimes, situations are so horrible that I can't face them.  Please, don't email me when I 'miss' one.  I haven't.  I just can't handle writing about some acts of cruelty; this is one of those times.  I really love animals, and I want every case of cruelty to be prosecuted.  I just have my limits.  I read the story, and it jacked me up so bad, I couldn't write about it.

Maybe my imagination is too good.  But cooked to death?  Damn, that's hard for anyone to take.  I didn't miss it.  I just couldn't take it.  I hope those two fry, but I don't mean it literally.  Unlike them, I still have the capacity for some empathy for another living being.  I couldn't imagine living after doing what they have done.

Being a complete human, I end up having some form of sympathy for the two boys; after all, what kind of home life must they have had for them to have done such a horrible act?  I don't think they are completely human; they must have been stunted in some nasty way on their way to this act.

They look like such normal kids, it is scary.

For my not-so-little, but still little girl.  My kid is like me, short.  I want her to have a horse that fits her, not a giant.  I can't find that horse, but I would appreciate help.  So if anyone has seen an English broke short horse for sale, I would appreciate the tip.  Thanks.

A lady in Monroe, LA went nuts when told she would have to pay adoption fees at a local animal shelter.  She freaked out, hit a cop, then attacked two deputies when they tried to arrest her for the original disturbance.  Now she is in jail with a bail of $11000 over her head...maybe no one will pay her fees either....

Okay, let's face it--people in California are pretty strange.  But a naked dude rubbing olive oil all over himself, then rolling himself in oats, and trying to get strangers' horses to lick him off...now that is really weird.

Got to wonder what the horses thought about it.  Got to wonder if the guy didn't understand that horses have large teeth and strong jaws and can easily nip off important parts of his anatomy, or if that might have been his intention; dang, I just don't understand this one at all.

First, the speeding son of one of their clients kills Shorty, a sweet little mini horse if there ever was one.  Then said client acts like a total ass on the phone to me, a disabled person and someone who had just gotten out of the hospital.  Then the insurance adjuster tries to convince me we had no claim against them; which is pretty strange, since I was back in the hospital very quickly after seeing Shorty dead on the road.

Today, Farmer's sent a bill to my husband.  For an accident that he is incidental to...maybe the idiots should really try harder to understand ownership.  As in, Shorty wasn't Ronald's very favorite bud.  Never was.  (A fact Shorty reminded Ron of in no uncertain terms.)  The times my guy chased Shorty around the yard when my daughter would just crook her finger and say, 'Let's go'...well, as, the saying goes, is priceless. 

Ronald gave his name to the trooper's as a contact name about Shorty.  Not as Shorty's owner. 

I told the Farmer's guy that Shorty was a gift to my daughter.  But I guess since my daughter isn't very old and doesn't own a home, he neglected to put that in his report.  So Farmer's is going after Ron.

They have made Ronald and I so angry, that we are considering filing against the driver for my medical expenses; since a good portion of what put me back in the hospital was the shock of seeing Shorty on the side of the road, I think we might have a chance of prevailing.  Meanwhile, we will cause the person who killed Shorty as much trouble (though not nearly as much heartache) as he has caused for us.