Used to be Cookie was my muse…
Just about every photoshoot, while it may have started with Sable, became about whether or not I could get Cookie to do as I asked.
She didn’t have a whole lot of equine interest in humans (she didn’t care for humans much…as long as the food kept coming), so winning her over was a tough task.
But, with time, patience and a few (okay, a LOT) of treats, I won her over and I did thinks like ^^^ this to her…and she let me. ❤
Well then, she up and died on me.
And I was left without a muse.
Ahhhh, but that Ruby…
Ruby has neatly stepped into the role as my muse.
Because what’s more fun than a paint horse who doubles as a unicorn in disguise?
So now Ruby gets to be the focus of her own photoshoots…she does have her own Instagram account, after all. 😉
But yeah, I’m grateful that she’s decided that The Food Lady ain’t so bad.
Before she was pretty ambivalent to me.
Now she’s decidedly a Mama Suck.
I think it’s good for both of us.
Last week was Love.
But I was waiting for weather to settle down, for the sun to shine, for things to be just right before I created the images I wanted for this prompt.
My Dad bought this rifle for my Mom’s birthday.
Had their names and the date engraved on it. “Elaine May 13/78
Both my parents are gone now, and this is mine.
A family heirloom that will be passed on to my daughter when she’s ready for it.
Love is shown in so many different ways…this one, to me, is beautiful and captures my parents love for each other perfectly.
Which makes it more cold.
I’m a cranky ball of cold today.
So I was thumbing threw some old photos and found these from 2015…
My Cookie…look by her bum…
Yup, that’s my Felix under her tail.
Oh how he *loved* playing in her tail!
My 2 black and white ones.
They were so damn special.
He played in her tail like that for a good 1/2 hour…
She didn’t even consider getting up.
She just kept napping.
He wasn’t even gentle…he has full claws out on her rump!
All done playing…thanks Lady for the good times!
And away he went to climb the tree…
I lost him to a stinking coyote, her to a ruptured aorta, but I guarantee they found each other again in the Summerlands.
And one day, we’ll all be together again and I’ll get to laugh at their antics once more. 🖤🖤🖤
I don’t really have any quality content for y’all today.
I’m puttering today.
Thinking about going outside with the camera and taking pictures of The Merry Mares.
Weather is amazing for this time of year, and I want to take advantage of it as much as I can.
So I’m going to leave you with one of Sable from early January…while I go sit outside on the fence, like a vulture, waiting for the horses to entertain me.
She was coming over to the fence from the far end of the pasture, hoping as always for The Food Lady to have treats in her pocket.
All I had was a camera…much to her chagrin.
She’s turning 17 this year.
Furs a little rougher, no matter how high fat of food we give her.
Eyes don’t work as well as they used to.
Ears don’t hear as well either…
She’s been lonely since her brother Odhinn died last May.
The kittens just aren’t the same as her life long best friend.
And now, dementia is sneaking up on her.
There’s an unspoken agreement between us…
When it’s time, we’ll hold her close and say good bye.
She’ll let us know when that time comes.
Until then, we’ll keep her happy with whatever foods she enjoys, and all the late night cuddles she wants.