Dead Broke Horse Farm

Dead Broke Horse Farm:: Click here to visit the website.
I began my work here in March with a TO DO list of 25 projects, here it is 5 months later and I have only began to finish my projects.
If you have ever worked on a horse farm then you know what I mean. If you haven't done volunteer work for one then you should try one. Let me say this right from the start, working a horse farm is not for the weak or lazy. I guess that is why I love it here. My day began March 4 at 7am and "well it hasn't ended yet".

Carla, the  owner works more that the rest of us plus all that paper work, business headaches, and of course she does more than her fair share of supporting all the government waste that this president and congress has laid on all small business owners.

This is Miss Rosie, Carla's Mama and our fearless leader, the first one at work and the last one to  leave. What she says goes and they aint none of us big  or bad enough to even think about contesting her. But then she is just a spring chicken. 
This is me and Willy putting out bails  of hay. Willy rides everything that I ride.

This is our Jennifer, trail guide, handy girl, hard worker and just a hell of a nice person. 

Mother Nature and horses put together can play havoc on the earth, trails require constant upkeep.

Hay You! Yes I am talking to you--- Where is my feed?

This one is Miguel our resident "GOFER" during the course of a day you will hear Miguel go for this, Miguel do that, Miguel where are you.

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Like every day here, this one has been a long one and I am tired and sleepy so I will quit for now, check back later and meet some more hard working folks 

Have a good night,

Dead Broke

I just haven't left like blogging much since Molly got killed, but Willy certainly is a fantastic companion and he is much help in my healing process. Here on the horse farm our day began at daylight. Routine things like feeding and water take an  hour of so because there are over a hundred horses, quite a numbers of dogs, chickens, rabbits and other game. The farm has many birds of all sorts, coons, deer and now is the season for fawns, Aaah they are so beautiful. It is now 9:30 pm and I just got to the camper had me a couple of drinks of Canadian Club and starting to feel like going out to a dance, Ha that was in a different life say 30 years ago. Now I am going to watch  a little TV and pass out.
Here is a little something I would love to share with you dog lovers.

Soon now my body will end and a great spirit that God created in His image will be released and I will start my final journey into the kingdom of Heaven.
Upon my entrance to to this Godly world, I expect a breif walk to the pearly gates and a breifing from St. Peter. During that short walk I know that there are animal pets that were companions to me here on earth that are going to be impatient and greet me before I reach eternity.
I am a dog lover and I also know that God Himself has created all things for Himself and has loaned me those creations for a short period of time to be shared with me while I am on this earth, these pets that I took care of here have died and gone home long before me yet they await my arrival with great expection. Knowing and loving dogs as I do, I don't think that even St. Pete can keep my departed friends inside that gate when they see me.
I am looking forward to that joyous reunion.
The first out of the gate will be Cub a Plot Hound, he died in 62 while I was in the Air Force. Then will come Honey a Shetland Sheepdog, she died in 72. Next is Shep a German Sheperd died 86. Then Baby a shepard and her brother Bear 2005. Last out will be Molly 2011 but she is determined to greet me first.
St. Peter will have to wait, because I will drop to the ground because I know my dogs are going to knock me down with excitement. So I will prepare myself for the kisses I will recieve, what a feeling it is going to be to stroke those furry heads again. I will look into their eyes and be able to communicate with them this time. They will know that we will never be parted again. I will wait for Willy.
Afterwords they will escort me up to the gate and into my Fathers house.
There where my name is written in "The Book of Life" I and my companions will be directed to our manison,(Jesus has been preparing it for over 2000 years) where we will dwell in eternity.
Thank you Jesus.
Spell DOG backwords. Now you understand LOVE.....

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