The Happy Sign

Sometimes life leads us down paths that we don’t recognize but somehow know we belong on. It could be said that we pick them, but often they pick us. Spunky was put on a new path, from high power athlete, to changing a special boys life, in record time and without missing a step.

By Lisa Rodriguez as told by Jeffrey Palmer D.V.M

We have all looked over our shoulder while horseback riding in the wilderness. What we think we see and what we feel - are with us always.

THE EMPTY SADDLE, A Poem by Sharon Gibson

Those days I rode a bay horse,
He was short and fat and fine
While my Daddy rode a dappled chestnut
about twice as nice as mine.

We rode both hills and valleys,
There wasn’t a trail we wouldn’t try
But on goat paths and narrow ridges
My sister’s pony could still pass us by.

A funny horse story about the secret ingredient to Grandma’s notoriety, but the stinky part of every Saturday.

Saturdays Stink by George Stalzer