Grandma’s Boy How Grandma came to be a starved, unappreciated pony on a farm that shouldn’t have had any animals at all was a complete puzzle to me. She was, without a doubt, the sweetest, most trustworthy pony one could ever hope to have. Through all the
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Saving Grandma Getting nutritious food into little, old Grandma was my first and foremost goal. It wasn’t easy, and this was in the years before senior horse feeds became popular. Whatever I fed her, had to come from experimenting with different feeds, and seeing what she
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Go Granny Go They say you can’t save them all, but I figure I gave it a darn good try. In my quest to find reasonably priced horses to buy, train and resell, I came across a farm out in the sticks, with a fair number of
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When I was seventeen years old, I owned seventeen horses. I couldn’t seem to go to see horses that were for sale, especially ones that had not been seeing enough groceries, without buying as many as I could possibly afford. The ones that were obviously abused, also
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