Wild Lilly Wanderings
This page is dedicated to news, pictures, or any old ramblings by the Wild Lilly gang. That's Lilly on the left there. You probably guessed that our farm is named after her. If you had one of those you'd probably name your farm after yours, too.
Sunburst Tymeless Jackpot (January 4, 2001 - September 25, 2012)
Jack was a once-in-a-lifetime dog. I feel so blessed to have spent 10 years with him. There should have been more, but kidney failure took him very quickly.There's not a day that goes by that I don't see him out of the corner of my eye with that tail straight, prancing and barking. Every time I crack an egg or start the vacuum cleaner I wait for him to come flying in, barking, and then grab the rug on the floor and shake it, which he learned to do instead of barking. Everyone who met him fell in love, even when he poked them in the leg trying to herd them. He helped Lizzie learn to throw the ball. He was Alec's first dog. And the sheltie snake would appear whenever a new horse showed up, each of which needed to be branded, either on the leg or on the nose, with a tiny little nip. In obedience, agility, catching the ball, jumping for the frisbee, barking at horses getting out of line, he approached life with a contagious enthusiasm. I can't even begin to express my sorrow at watching him go. Pot pot, I hope you are somewhere with a million balls and people to throw them tirelessly! Love, Momma
Capria's Adventure
Max's Capricious Girl came to us in the humidity and heat of the Missouri July. She was so exquisite we were beside ourselves. During the first week of her life, I noticed that the skin under her chest was loose. I tried to remember previous foals and whether this was normal. I didn't give it another thought until one day, driving up past the arena, I looked up and there she was BARELY walking. Her left front leg was swollen top to bottom, and her right one was beginning to swell. Inspecting her, that loose skin had turned to a very hard pocket of puss, cutting off the circulation to her legs. We rushed her to the vet, who gave her antibiotics, of course, and showed me how to drain the puss using just a needle, then letting it drain out for a few minutes. I took her home, and began the process of leading Momma and Baby into the horse trailer twice a day (in the heat and humidity!), and poking a needle into this darling little filly in 5-6 places each time to let the pocket drain. Why the trailer? To contain the infection. We would hose the trailer out with bleach after each session. After a week she was much better, and her experience resulted in an amazingly pliable and trainable filly. What a summer that was! More later....
Tessapooh on the Ozark Trail
I have about a million pictures of Go Boy's Golden Contessa (Tessapooh or Pooh), who I have had basically since birth. You can access many of them from her description on the Our Horses page. These are some recent pictures of her on the trail that really show her personality. She and Lilly were hobbled for grazing at a break during our 16-mile ride. Pooh decided she would roll WITH the saddle, and WITH hobbles. Twice. The first time I ran over and she got right up. With the hobbles, no problem. A little later she tried it again, but this time when I ran over to get her up, she just laid there. So I sat down on her and began rubbing her. She lifted her head up to get a nice scratch on the face. That's my Pooh! Note also that she is being ridden with a rope hackamore (pretty much a halter and lead rope).
Wild Lilly's Guard and Trail Dog - Hula
Now doesn't she look just as sweet as a bug in a rug?
Don't let that angelic face fool you. Her growl would stop a freight train. It DOES scare off coyotes - even packs of 'em - mountain lions, and any other predator I can think of. I can't think of too many because I haven't seen one around the place since Hula took up residence. Now I think about it, I haven't seen a freight train either.
This dog is so tough, she was run over by the horse trailer with BOTH AXELS. NOT by me, of course. Not only did she live to tell the story (or for me to tell it) but she didn't have a broken bone, or internal damage except a burst bladder. Now that's one tough nut to crack!
Don't let that angelic face fool you. Her growl would stop a freight train. It DOES scare off coyotes - even packs of 'em - mountain lions, and any other predator I can think of. I can't think of too many because I haven't seen one around the place since Hula took up residence. Now I think about it, I haven't seen a freight train either.
This dog is so tough, she was run over by the horse trailer with BOTH AXELS. NOT by me, of course. Not only did she live to tell the story (or for me to tell it) but she didn't have a broken bone, or internal damage except a burst bladder. Now that's one tough nut to crack!