CM151027-120510009 This past weekend the state of Florida held it’s first Bear Hunt in over 20 years. The Florida Fish and Wildlife Commission is touting it a great success and are planning for the next massacre. Opponents are still trying to figure out how to stop it. Emotions were running high from both sides. I blew up my own Facebook page with the horrific images of dead Momma Bears and dead Cubs no bigger than Labradors. I felt sick all weekend.

The hunt was called off after two days. The FWC seemed surprised the hunters were so immediately successful at bagging the Bears. A quote I heard from a hunter on the news was, “He just stood there and let me shoot him.” Think about that for a moment. Why would he not run? Bears have been used to seeing humans these past 20 years. Not much “sport” in that.

Another quote from a different hunter was, “You’ve seen what’s been happening North of Orlando… the Bears have been chewing on dogs and chasing women!”

This was the excuse used to start this mess. Bears were attacking people along the Markham Woods Road corridor. It’s true that a handful of people and dogs have had bad encounters over the past couple years. People in danger from Bears still only make up 1% of the calls FWC takes regarding Bears. That 1% statistic has been solid yearly since 1999, according to the FWC website. I work daily in the neighborhoods up and down Markham Woods Road. I have personally had several close sightings of Bears in these neighborhoods. Know what happened? Absolutely nothing. We both went about our business. It infuriates me that yesterday, not two days after everyone was so upset our beautiful black Bears were killed, I still saw trash set out in rickety cans.

It doesn’t take a scientist to deduce the following:

1. Bears are in the neighborhoods because you built them in their woods.

2. Bears are in the neighborhoods because you put trash out they can easily access.

Yesterday when I took the above photo I was in an exclusive, gated neighborhood. This is high dollar real estate. I drove the main drag with homes on both sides. I drove from the front gate to the back. I counted TWO Bear-Proof trash cans! That, my friends, is shameful.

Are you outraged enough to finally get the proper trash cans needed to ensure not only YOUR safety but the safety of our Bears? Lead by example. It’s too late for the over 300 dead but maybe, just maybe, we can be responsible stewards for the ones remaining.

This blog began as our journey into the horse world began. What a journey it has been! Our “baby” Becca has taken to her new life without missing a beat. She has a new best friend, Catlin. They even take time out to goof around in between the serious training.

Becca & Catlin

Becca & Catlin

Day to day life at our little red barn is fairly routine these days, which is a good thing! We don’t need or want any barn drama. Our herd of 3; Cass, Tanner and Abu are happy and healthy. This picture of Cass epitomizes her health and happiness. She couldn’t be more lovely or more loved.

Lovely Cassidy April

Lovely Cassidy April

Neither could our special Minpin, Grimmy. She’s thriving despite having a devastating genetic disease, Mucopolysaccharidosis Type VI (MPS-VI). She amazes us daily with her feisty attitude and abilities. Scottie and I have always had our home open to hospice pets, giving them a soft place to land before passing on. That’s why we brought her home. She just has no idea anything is wrong with her and she has no plans of leaving us anytime soon. She is adored. She’s also on Facebook where she’s made lots of nice friends. Her daily purpose is to make them smile.

Two of those friends have began a unique fundraiser for not only Grimmy, but the 4 other Minpins who have this disease. We all found one another on Facebook. Having a special needs dog, especially one with such a rare disease involves more frequent tests, scans, special diets, alternative treatments, etc. All the families of these MPS pups strive to give these dogs the most comfortable life possible, for whatever time they have. In the past couple months 2 of our special MPS pups have passed away. Our group was 7 strong, we are now 5.

The friends who organized this fundraiser are independent designers for Origami Owl Custom Jewelry. They’re hosting a special event for the rest of the month where any jewelry purchased will raise money for vetting costs for the MPS pups! The mission of Origami Owl is to be a force for good, to love, to inspire… this has been our mission with Grimmy from the beginning. It’s a match made in Heaven! Go check it out and buy some pretties.

Click the link to go to the event page! MPS-VI Pups Jewelry Bar Fundraiser

Now A Mare

May 17th, 2015 means our baby is no longer a baby. She’s a mare. And she is a gorgeous mare! Somehow, despite both our immense fears, we raised this baby, Cass and I. Cass knew a whole lot more than me, from the get go. I was there soley for support. We’d only just met 2 months prior, as she lightly stepped off the trailer in the darkness following her 3,000 mile trek from Canada. That night began the best thing I’ve ever done.

That Preakness morning 7 years ago was my very first lesson in listening to my horse. We thought we had it all figured out. The “mare cam” was beautifully lit and set up in her stall. Cass had an audience that averaged about 100 a night watching her from all corners online. We watched and waited. Waited for the signs the baby was coming. The chat room forged friendships and false alarms. I can still feel the knots in my stomach when I think about the anticipation.

I was terrified. What if something went wrong?! What if I had to get in there and pull that baby?! What if my beautiful Fairy Princess of a horse died?! My vet forbade me from anymore youtube clips of horse births. My Dad kept telling, “She knows what she’s doing.” And no truer words were ever spoken. As I arrived at the barn that 17th of May, after 2 full weeks of intense watching of the pot, I immediately sensed something was different. Cass gave me a knowing look. She demanded breakfast. A crowd began gathering around her stall. I was still (and would be for a while) scared of my Fairy Princess. I asked the much more experienced barn owner to go into her stall and check her. She obliged. Two little hooves were attempting to peek out from underneath Cass’s tail! WhooHoo! Cass was way more concerned about finishing breakfast than the fact another being was trying to get out of her belly.

Now comes the listening to my horse part. She finished eating. She looks deep into my face and says, “get me the Hell outta this stall, lady!” That was not in the plan. The camera was attached to the stall. The audience of 100+ had been diligently waiting for this very moment. I was in a panic. The crowd that had gathered were all speaking at once in excitement. I couldn’t even tell what anyone was saying. Except for Cass. I heard her loud and clear. Sigh. I put her halter and rope on and we took our first solo walk from barn to paddock. I’d been too scared to walk her myself before. Not this time. I had to listen to my horse. She wanted and needed out of there. It was going to be she and I against everyone else. Sorry everyone watching online! You won’t be seeing this birth.

The beautiful thing was how exactly right my Dad was. Cass knew what she was doing. I don’t believe there’s been an easier birth recorded in all of history. Cass walked a few feet away from the paddock gate, gently laid down and within a few short moments, Becca slid right out. I did end up having to “go in there”. The birth was so gentle the sack didn’t break from her nose. I got to do that. Becca’s first breath was taken looking right into my face. Now, because Cass does know exactly what she’s doing, she immediately got up and demanded more food, even before cleaning the baby. It was all good!

Welcome to the world! We've been waiting.

Welcome to the world! We’ve been waiting.


Took her a few hours to get the swing of nursing.

Took her a few hours to get the swing of nursing.

Now our baby girl is a 7 year old, magnificent mare. She’s becoming the horse we knew she was meant to be. Becca is forging her own way in the world with the help of all the wonderful ladies of Heart of Dixie Equine Rescue. She’s taken to her training so well she may have a show career in her future. Becca is a mare who demands attention. But, then again, she did start off with a huge crowd. Cass is happy just to BE now. She is my Fairy Princess who happens to have been an excellent mother. I’m honored to have been able to help along the way, though she always knew exactly what she was doing.

Momma Cass sends her baby birthday wishes.

Momma Cass sends her baby birthday wishes.


Becca, me & Eva.

Becca, me & Eva.

Becca & Catlin on a field trip.

Becca & Catlin on a field trip.

Off To College

She left in November. Putting our “baby” on the trailer was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Thousands of worries had been swirling in my brain for the weeks prior. We were offered a once in a lifetime opportunity for her, though, and we had to let her go. We had to let her go to be the horse she was born to be. Cass and I had brought her as far as we were able. We did a fine job but she needed and deserved more.

Becca at Heart of Dixie.

Becca at Heart of Dixie.

So Becca is away at college. The fine folks of Heart of Dixie Equine Rescue are seeing to her education. Julie Barnes, (HOD owner) has lovingly cared for Becca’s sire since we all saved him from slaughter in 2009. We are family. Becca was more than ready for the adventure set before her. She hopped on the trailer and never looked back. Cass never even cried for her. It was as it was meant to be. I felt like my guts had been ripped out, though. When you love deeply, you must do what is best and this is best for our girl.

Julie & Marvin, Becca's sire.

Julie & Marvin, Becca’s sire.

She is flourishing in her training. No surprise there. She’s crazy smart. She’s acquired the nickname “Queen B” since she walked onto the farm like she owned the place. No surprise there, either. One thing Becca’s always had is confidence. Julie and I speak often. It is as it was meant to be. We hope to be able to plan a weekend to go visit soon.

This was just 3 weeks into her training!

This was just 3 weeks into her training!


A year ago, Scottie and I were sitting in foreclosure court. We were terrified. I was determined. It was mesmerizing and heartbreaking all at the same time. People’s lives were broken down into manila folders and haphazardly tossed about on tables by dark suits. There were only 2 other families there even trying to fight to save their homes.

The noise in the room was nearly deafening. I somehow figured out who the opposing attorney was for our case and I grabbed her arm and simply said, “I am here.” That simple statement changed the course of our destiny. We were able to make a deal outside of court and buy us more time. The time we were allotted showed us more humbling love than I could have ever imagined. It took from January until October to really get it all straightened out. Our home and family were saved. We were saved by love. The worst time in our life was also our best. Because of love.

Love is such a powerful thing. It can destroy. It can build up. Love is capable of connecting strangers for life. That is what happened in 2009. We’d already brought Cass and Becca into our lives the year before. Then we found out that Becca’s sire, Marvin (a 19 year old Fjord stallion) was now in jeopardy of going to auction. For a mostly untrained, pasture breeding, beefy boy, that meant one thing – the kill buyer. Several of us jumped into action. We raised the funds needed to buy him but had no where for him to go. That is when Julie Barnes stepped up and forever changed all of us!

… to be continued…



I can’t believe we’re a week away from Halloween already. It may seem so but we haven’t dropped off the face of the Earth! Lots going on. Life moving forward. We did actually make the move to the new barn. Cass and Becca handled it easier than I did, probably. Becca quickly began showing the new barn owners where every single loose board and shaky post was. Tanner, Becca and Cass quickly became a cohesive herd of three.

I’ve taken lots of beautiful pictures. But our computer is ancient and trying to use the new smart phone technology with the struggling computer has been frustrating, to say the least. Almost threw it out the window a few times! We’ve come up with a working compromise – finally! I’ve now got a keyboard I can use with my smart phone. Pretty cool. Planning to get back to blogging about these precious horses. In the meantime…






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