Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[RebeccaBoyd]

My dog passed away last year as well. I got her in 2018, when she was 9. She was passed over a few times before we adopted her, and when we met her, we fell in love. It was utterly astounding that nobody had wanted her, as she was one of the sweetest dogs I've ever met. Nearly a year before she passed, we got another dog, by which point, she was about 14, with multiple health issues. They didn't pay much attention to each other while she was still here, but after she passed, he wouldn't go where her bed was, or any of her favorite spots. He grieved for a few months before he finally settled down in her old favorite place. It was almost as hard on him as it was for me. I miss my girl all the time still, but he needs me, and that is just kind of comforting sometimes.

Thank you for taking in a senior. I want another golden so bad, now is not the time yet. Maybe in a couple months after we have finally gotten grandma's place cleaned up and are not having to run back and forth. I know I would be setting myself up for more heartbreak, and sooner but right now I am missing seeing her white face the most. I am causally looking at the shelters. Occasionally they have goldens come through, never done it before, but I am open to taking on a senior golden.

 

[RebeccaBoyd]

Happy Fluffy Butt Friday.

 

[Ponypoor]

First silkie out and she is a black from a Fluffy egg.

 

[RoyalChick]

Happy Fluffy Butt Friday.
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Sooo much fluff!

 

[RoyalChick]

Happy Friday everyone. I struggling to get fluffy butt shots - best I have managed so far today.
Tassels is still in jail and doing her best to persuade me she is done with being broody. ‘Honestly Mom, I have seen the error of my ways. You should let me out of jail so I can prove that going into the nest box could not be further from my mind …. ……. Well maybe just a quick look and I will come right back out’
I don’t trust her.
I am trying to feed her up so I have her two whole scrambled eggs. She ate most of it but then Piglet figured she was small enough to squeeze her head through the bars of the cage and grab egg.
Oh Piglet!

 

[Ponypoor]

Good job. Falls will happen at some point. It is not IF I fall, but, WHEN you fall. You did the right thing. If nothing is broken or you did not knock yourself out get back on that horse and finish your ride. Rosie has fallen off 4 times to my knowledge. The first was when she was 8 I think. There was a pony she was riding that had a ancient pony saddle on. I was not there to see this one but was told about it after it happened. Riding him around the ring, she claims either a bee stung him or a horse fly bit him. Either way it set him off and turned him into a bucking bronco. I was told she was doing wonderful and riding it out until the girth broke and she and the saddle went flying. She got up, dusted herself off, called peanut all the appropriate names a 8 year old is allowed to use and climbed back on bareback. The rest of the falls came on Russ. First one she was riding bareback and had him in the yard. Russ simply stood there and shook, and off she went. She landed flat of her back and had the wind knocked out of her. I am standing on the porch and saw it happen. My instinct was to run to her but I did not, I waited a minute. I did the right thing. When she could breathe again she just laid there and started laughing while Russ is looking down at her wondering why she was on the ground. She was right back on in a few minutes. Then she got the bareback saddle pad. She begged for this thing and we caved and bought one. First time, first time she put it on him she is riding him up and down the road in front of the house to test it out. The pad slips and off she goes on blacktop. Her glasses went flying but she bounced right back up to get them before Russ could step on them. She had a nice road rash spot on her hip but she did not cry. She got rid of the pad and hopped back on bareback. I need to sell that saddle pad, it has not been used since. The last time, oh that one took the cake and the worst one yet. Was at a show, riding Russ walking around with her best friend on behind her. It has been a wonderful night for both of them and Doubles was their last class and it was the next one to go in the ring. Russ tripped over a rock and went down to his knees. Rosie went flying over his neck and tried to catch herself with her arm. I did not see that fall, and in a way I am thankful for it. Her buddy managed to grab ahold of the reins and pull him up before he accidently stepped on her. They were literally out of my sight for 3 minutes, 3 minutes. Next thing I know here comes Rosie leading Russ, covered in dirt crying. She was not crying because she was hurt, Russ had scraped his knee's and had a small cut under his chin. She is hyperventilating saying she hurt her horse, yet she cannot move her right arm at all. We finally get her to calm down enough to talk to me which leads to both girls trying to tell me at once what happened. Me and mom finally sort of get a idea of what happened. Rosie still does not realize she is hurt, she is too worried about Russ. She takes the girls up to the house and I go withdraw them from the class and convince my good friend Betty who runs the show that a ambulance did not need to be called, we was going to take her to the ER ourselves. You have to know Rosie, a ambulance would have sent her anxiety through the roof. I get home, help her shower thinking dislocated shoulder. While I was helping her dry off I was feeling around and I knew deep down there was a break. You could feel it under the skin but I kept that thought to myself. That night proved useful having a sister who is a x-ray technician working at the hospital. After taking them she pulled me aside and whispered there was a break and it was bad and let me see it before the doctor even had a chance to look at them. We spent 2 hours waiting on him to come in. The whole time Rosie is messaging her friend and they are complaining amongst themselves. They just knew they had that doubles class won, they had been practicing so hard for it. They were plotting their revenge and redemption for the following weekend if Russ was ok. I'm sitting there having to keep a straight face letting them plot knowing it was not going to happen. Dr comes in, informs Rosie her collar bone is broken. This is Sunday morning. He tells us we have to see the orthopedic surgeon the following morning for a follow up. I knew what that meant, Rosie was oblivious, she still thinks she is hopping back on Russ in a few days and will ride him with one good arm. The next morning her world came crashing down and frankly it shocked me a bit as well. I knew she would probably need surgery, but, I expected it to be a few days out. I did not think when we got to the appointment that he would take one look at the x-ray and ask if she had ate anything. She had not so within 2 hours she is down in pre-op in full panic mode. Rosie does not do needles, blood, or anything like that so her world is coming to a end. In the end I felt like I needed a Valium while trying to keep her calm before the surgery. This was the beginning of July, she was not allowed back on Russ until December. The break was bad, and he had difficulty positioning it in place. He was not able to get the ends back together so it took longer to properly heal. After the first 2 weeks she nagged and pleaded with the dr for permission to just sit on Russ. He denied it so she started nagging me for permission. I stood firm and did not allow it while deep down knowing the longer she went the more scared she was going to be when she finally did get back on. When she finally got the all clear it was under 1 condition, walking only for a month. She would not admit it out loud but she was terrified. When she climbed back into the saddle she was shaking like a leaf. She had me walking beside her so I could catch him if she needed me to. We walked up and down the road a few times and she was not relaxing at all. Her papaw and Dirt come riding up and he tells me to go home and for Rosie to come take a trail ride with him. I remind them both, walking only. They do not get out of my sight when to my dismay her papaw has her gaiting Russ. Why did I even bother. They were gone for a hour and when she came back home going much faster then a walk she was all smiles. Dad just looked at me and told me if I needed to yell at someone yell at him. If she just walked for a month she would quit riding from fear.

I remember that

But I have to say your papaw did the proper thing, he got rid of you, and her got her actually riding Not on a pony-ride.

And look at her now - bet she and her friend are just plotting world domination in doubles this summer

 

[Ponypoor]

Horse talk tax

A couple of BFTP butts

 

[Rocking Sunflower 2]

Our other two residents came to us in April as chicks. My wife raised them until they moved outside and then they became my responsibility.

Hattie is our lavender orpington hen. She has not starting laying yet but i expect she will once the days turn longer.
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Jabberwockie, Jabber for short, was supposed to be an Easter Egger hen, however, he is clearly not a hen.
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He and Hattie are inseperable.

These are beautiful!

 

[Marie2020]

Betty

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That's a mighty fine head wear you are wearing there Betty

 

[Marie2020]

Thank you for taking in a senior. I want another golden so bad, now is not the time yet. Maybe in a couple months after we have finally gotten grandma's place cleaned up and are not having to run back and forth. I know I would be setting myself up for more heartbreak, and sooner but right now I am missing seeing her white face the most. I am causally looking at the shelters. Occasionally they have goldens come through, never done it before, but I am open to taking on a senior golden.

Omg, Rebecca that is just a beautiful way too celebrate your beautiful old dogs life, by giving another dog a chance of a loving home .

Thank you, this thought has made me so happy