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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Hippy I can never look at a picture of Hippy, a wild, half-starved, tri-coloured pinto pony that I brought back to health, without remembering my mother. I’m sure this sounds a bit odd, but after reading this ‘tail’ I think you’ll understand why. The youngest in a
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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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