Straight From the Horses Mouth

Lookin' Out for Others

That's what life's all about, if y'all care to ask me. We help each other and look out for each other. That's what we 4-leggers do in the herd - every one of us keeps an ear, eye and nostril on the lookout for danger. Some of us more than others. Haven't y'all ever seen a buncha horses grazin' when suddenly one head pops up, ears pricked forward, eyes wide and focused, and he quits chewin' to listen, then in a split second all the other heads pop up to look too? If one sees somethin' suspicious or even questionable, it's his job to let the others know - maybe with silence, but it's a language the others all know and understand.

Mamas look out for their little ones; papas do too. Families, friends, and neighbors look out for each other. My herd mates look out for me when the young ones get too rambunctious around rickety ol' me. And everyone should be on the lookout for someone in trouble. Just askin' if there is a problem is all you gotta do.

Like all you animal lovers, if y'all see a critter that looks bony or sick, tell someone. Ask the people that take care of it. There may be a good explanation, or maybe there ain't. But it won't hurt to ask. If y'all think you might get tossed out on your ear, or if nobody's home, then tell the Animal Shelter people they ought to check it out. Ain't no sense in sayin', "Awwww, that poor critter." and expectin' someone else to help him. Check it out. He might need help. And that's what Animal Rescue is for.

I oughta know; I met the Animal Rescue folks myself. Nice, carin' people. Out on a volunteer basis, lookin' out for the animals, checkin' out calls from concerned animal lovers. Now I gotta admit, it's a facta life -when we get old we cain't quite keep those nice round firm buttocks and straight backbone that we had as youngsters. My senior citizen 44-year-old body is gettin' up there in years and I have my sags, wrinkles, and bony protrusions. I don't look exactly like the Quarter Horse of the Century anymore. Thinnin' out hairwise too, and a little gray around the temples. Heck, when I was a yearlin' the '57 Chevy was born. But it ain't a problem to me; I can still sprint with the bunch and roll and get back up and buck and kick like a . well, almost like a champ. I'm old and mighty proud of it. But to a keen-eyed passerby, I do look a little underfed. At least that's what one passerby musta thought, and caringly called the Animal Rescue. I was downright delighted, actually. Some stranger cares; somebody was lookin' out for me.

A truck pulled in the drive and a badged lady politely told my person who she was and where she was from. My person smiled; she knew what was comin'. The lady said there had been a call about a thin horse and she came to check it out. My person introduced her to me and my buddies, and you shoulda seen her eyes pop out when she heard my age. She said it was an honor to meet me. "Wow, I didn't know horses got to be that old," she told my person, who replied, "They usually don't; he's very special." Now this particular person knew by the looks of me that I was quite ok, just old. Goodness knows I look tip-top for my age, but not every passer-by knows how old I am. . Mebbe I oughta wear a sign.

So look out for others, folks and critters alike, and if y'all see a horse that's lookin' a bit saggy like me, stop and ask about it. Maybe he's in trouble, or maybe he ain't - and maybe y'all will meet a horse older than I am - if y'all do, let me know - I'd like to meet 'em!

Happy Trails!

Love, P-pot,