Thank Yous

I wanted to publicly thank the people who have recently sent a donation to our program. We are very fortunate to have a member of our local Genoa community donate $3000 towards our hay bill. Thank you, Jim!

Thanks also to the IHHA, our faithful sponsors, for their sponsorship amount for the first quarter.

The following persons sent donations in memory of Jonn Glesmann:

Susan Cavallerano - $25
Calderwood family - $50
Somerset Medical Center Staff - $100

Also wanted to recognize Jennifer Lappe Stable for donation of $200 in 2008

James Crowley - $100

Clyde Slater - $25

Roger Pohlman - $20

These donations mean so much right now as we go through financially challenging times. The horses are ever-present and ever-waiting to come in to the ASAP farm.
With your help, we can properly care for these noble equines!

Late Night Thoughts

I am sitting up late at night, having been quite a busy day. You see, my 19 year old son, Jordan, decided to head to Florida to look for a job and get an apartment, with three buddies, two days ago. That being worry enough, he wants to go to college in Fort Meyers. I know at 19 I was able to find my way to Chicago in an old Ford Falcon 3-speed on the column with holes in the floor (actually, I did this at age 17 while my mom cried at home). Still, we are never ready for our babies to grow up. Craig keeps telling me to let him go. Jordan keeps telling me it is time to "cut the umbilical cord, mom!".............but it wasn't more than a year ago that he was asleep in his car seat in the back seat of my car. It wasn't more than a short time ago he was putting his whole hand in a glass of kool-aid and laughing at me, ear to ear. Or, was it?

Tonite I am home babysitting my 3 year old "grandson" (can it be???") Julien. His mom, my oldest daughter, Cherie, is on a journey to see her brother in Florida and help him get a job. She is a junior at UW-La Crosse, majoring in Education. We all panic at the thought of being without brother and son. Cherie felt like she needed to be near him so begged for time off from Julien to go to Florida. She is, tonite, at a motel in Atlanta by herself.........she missed her flight to Florida because of weather in La Crosse. I was worried sick until I heard from her and that she is okay. I pray a lot. Julien has been a bundle of energy. He is a blessing and feels at home here with us. Rachel, the youngest, feels it is an inconvenience to have him around, but she is, after all, the baby in our family. So, it is understandable.

Change is inevitable in life. Still, somehow, I am so afraid of change that is almost paralyzes me. If I were not afraid of change, it would not be difficult to leave the weather and our home behind in search of new adventures and a more polite climate. If it were not for my fear of change, I could get on that airplane and go to new and strange places. Yet, somehow, I think my fear of change stems from my constant forced transition between California and Wisconsin as a child. Twice a year, like it or not, we were transported by car or train between my home in San Jose to our summer place in Wisconsin. As the years went by it gradually became a longer stay in Wisconsin regardless of my education or opinion. By the time I was 16 my dad was selling our place in California and moving us "forever" to Wisconsin. Don't ever do that to a 16 year old!!! Anyway, I think this is what has caused me to have anxiety over any kind of change that could happen, for good or bad, in my life. One good thing I know it has created is a conscientiousness about how my own children feel about their life. I would never dream of taking them away from their home, their school, or their community. It would destroy them. So thank goodness for blunders our parents make, as it causes us to grow (hopefully) into better parents. Still, I have to wonder, what will happen once the children are gone and we are free to go where we want when we want? First of all, I pray for longevity and health to even have to face those decisions. Next, wherever I go, I want to take the program and all animals with me. Believe me, it will have milder winters wherever we end up, if anywhere!!!

We are in stages of planning for Midwest Horse Fair - fun to look forward to spring!
Hope you all are doing well - be in prayer for special friends who are facing health challenges at this time.

Until soon!
Susan

Happy New Year!!!

Pictures coming, as promised.
From our family to yours, please enjoy the photos of our trip to Las Vegas, and Christmas Eve with Grandma (my mom).............God Bless You All!

Merry Christmas, Everyone

Presents, running, work, cooking, baking, wrapping...........sound familiar?
I have been too busy to post my pictures, but I do want to share a Christmas story.
If you don't believe, you will after this, that the Lord cares greatly for His creatures great and small. How much more can He care for you and me?

Remember the little seven year old Standardbred gelding who was hit on the highway along with his Amish owners several weeks back? I knew God put me there for a reason, but never knew how it would play out. Despite my tears and prayers, the gelding was taken away per orders of the Sheriff's Department by a local farmer. He was left ABANDONED in his trailer in town because he had to "hurry home" to milk his cows. A wonderful woman who had just taken her kids to school witnessed the accident, and ran up to the ridge to get her neighbor and Amish friend, Joe Miller.
Meanwhile, a vet by the name of Rob Timan from La Crosse Veterinary Clinic happened by on a farm call and saw the severely injured horse. Joe Miller, Marilyn, and Dr. Timan all were in the right place at the right time, and Dr. Timan offered his services at no charge. Joe decided he would like to take the horse to his farm for care until it could be moved back to Cashton, and the horse was transferred to Joe's farm. This is a very compassionate and caring Amish family, by the way!

I was in a state of worry, not knowing what the fate of the horse was. The news channel stated that "the horse was treated for injuries". That didn't tell me much. I called as many Amish as I could (the neighbor's house and listed contact) and left messages. A week later, Joe Miller phoned me. He told me what had transpired and that he had the horse and the vet had been up several times. Praise God! Then he asked me if I would be willing to haul the horse back to the Amish owner, as the boys had recovered from their injuries (miracle in itself). I agreed.
The day I picked this gelding up his flesh lay open in his hind quarter, the stitches having popped out as the healing process progressed. He was limping, but I saw in his eyes the will to survive and a kind of innocence and trust that only an animal can demonstrate. He got into the trailer and I fed him well on the way to Cashton!

The Detweiler family was thankful to receive him back, feeling a bit indebted to him and undeserving of the fate that had become of him. He explained that his boys were doing well, and showed me the shattered cart and the pieces of it that had impaled itself into the horse. It made me feel nauseous. They led the horse into the barn and tied him in a tie stall. I felt compelled to leave my card, begging them to call if they needed anything.

Two weeks later, they did call. They felt as though the horse was not improving and I asked if I could send a vet out to look at him. Cashton Vet Clinic went out and reported that the horse looked better than they expected and to continue the treatment. The Amish agreed to continue.

Then a week or more ago they phoned again. I feel as though they were giving up on their gelding. He just wasn't coming sound. He was limping badly. His legs were swollen from standing in a tie stall. I guess they were asking that if we didn't take him they would have to "dispose" of him.

Well, I know you work, and so do I. This new teaching job has limited days off, especially since I cashed in all my PTO hours for Vetas. I knew I had to put out a plea for help. Posting on some local bulletin boards, two people stepped up to help haul the horse. But where??? I just had another Amish STB hauled to my house and could not take more. Amy B. and Andrea T. stepped up and offered to help. Neither could haul the horse, but both could help rehab him.

If any of you know Andrea, she is one of the most kind angels that has ever been born on earth and a mighty advocate for horses and ASAP. Amy is wonderful too. Andrea has a long history of supporting ASAP, and her company, Comfortex Mattress Co in Winona, Minnesota, has been a corporate sponsor for ASAP for years. We literally could not have survived without them!

Town and Country Veterinary Hospital offered to take the horse in for diagnostic work and treatment. Andrea offered to pay for the entire cost, plus the hauling.
As I headed to work yesterday I had just reached out to a stranger for help. Kelly G. of Sparta had responded to my ad posted on the mwt bulletin board. We put our heads together, exchanged phone numbers, and Kelly rearranged her life and schedule to accommodate the vet hospital's request to have him there yesterday. Thanks to Susan S. also, for offering to help, but time was short and we had to move or lose this gelding eternally.

During my lunch hour we all talked by phone to make arrangements.

By 4:40 pm, Kelly was just reaching the Town and Country Vet Hospital. The trusting, hurting Standardbred gelding was a real trooper during his transport. He was very sore unloading from the trailer, but in Andrea and Kelly's words, he "tried to act like a normal horse, rolling in the bedding in his stall and shaking them off, despite his extremely sore and aching body". The scab on his hindquarters is absolutely humongous, but is healing. The front leg remains the problem. Doctors will perform tests on Friday to determine the extent of the front leg injury, which is believed to be a deep tendon injury.

The story is for today - that the gelding had the Lord's hand on him from the time the accident occurred. We are all vessels, capable of doing mighty things in His name. If you are given the gift, use it to help creatures great and small who need you! And if you have the means, don't be afraid to give, as it will be given back to you sevenfold or more. I know if God ever blesses me with riches, it will be used to help people around the world who need it, and animals everywhere. My father passed away a very wealthy man, but he died wealthy because he never gave. Not to his wife, or his children (clothing, education, cars, nothing), or those in need.
I saw animals die at his hands because of his hardness of heart, and I will not be the next generation to be like him. He taught me quite the opposite, but I love him with all my heart and my prayer for him was that God would be merciful to him and take him to heaven, and I have spent the last nine years forgiving him over and over for the things my eyes did see. But good can come out of bad, and this little horse is going to be okay, thanks to the strangers who are now friends, the friends who are always there for the horses, and to the Lord above for His never ending mercy!

Have a very Merry Christmas, everyone, and we'll send pictures of the gelding when they come!

Love
Susan

Viva NFR

Hi!
I'm back from Las Vegas and four of the most relaxing yet stressful days of my life.
Thanks for your prayers for our plane - it got us there safely and back, despite my tears (praying out loud that I just wanted to be able to make it back home to my precious family and pets and horses and dear Lord have mercy as I am pinching a hole in Craig's arm).

The NFR was fantastic and we probably saw some of the most beautiful human beings God has ever created on the face of the earth both at the NFR and at our hotel.....what an experience!

I am going to send pictures this week, but in the meantime know that we are sending out newsletters as our budget allows. We are strapped for postage and still owe the printer $400+ for doing them. I think 500 have gone out as of right now.

I have another plea and that is my main reason for writing.
Remember the Amish horse that was hit by a cart when the car hit the two teenage boys? They did call yesterday at 11 am and tell us they no longer want the horse. Although healing, he is never going to be 100% to them again. They want him gone. The problem is, I just took in another Amish horse named Rocky over the weekend. Please please will someone step up to take this gelding if I deliver him? He is so sweet and so beautiful and I don't want him to end up at slaughter. He deserves a chance for full recovery, which I think can happen with proper care. I need a spot for him - please tell your friends and let's help him! Contact me on email at asapinc@mwt.net or by cell at 608-792-5126. Time is important.

I'll write more soon!

Hugs,
Susan

Special Gift for Taser and ASAP

I love Saturdays! I am off work, and people come by. Last weekend we entertained a wonderful woman and her son from 200 miles away. They came to spend the day looking at horses in hopes of finding "the one". I had had a feeling that they would like Bell Valley Titan. She is one of the sweetest horses we have had here. She never pulls on the lead line when you have her out, and stands and waits patiently alongside you. She is quite intelligent, yet quiet. One of the first things I noticed about her was she seemed unflappable in the barn area when she first came, with cats and dogs and other horses around. Last weekend we introduced her to a large stroller. It was colorful and it had plastic all over it and some was flapping in the wind. It had precious cargo inside, and if I wasn't fully confident Titan would be okay, we would never have exposed her to the new object. Titan, being her wonderful self, sniffed the stroller and its contents. Then, the stroller and Titan and her potential adopter walked side by side down the driveway. Titan didn't flinch. Long story short is that Titan found herself a loving family who will enjoy her for many years to come. She is a true friend and her adopter and her are a great match!

The same day that Beth and her son came, we got unexpected visitors from La Crosse. It was a family of four, all adults, and they had come after hearing about our program. The one gal, Megan, was particularly interested in Standardbreds. She has owned other breeds but has never really ridden a Standardbred. I showed her and her family around the farm, and, of course, I have to tell the story of each horse and how they came to be here at our farm. The family took pictures and "oohed and aaahed" at the many faces that looked longingly back at them. Meg mentioned that she would like to come and donate her time, in addition to adopting a Standardbred. Seeing her expertise and confidence around the horses, I was very pleased at the offer!~ She fell in love with Taser Gun, and within a short while she had him out walking him and lifting up his feet. Taser Gun enjoyed getting out, and even got a little bit feisty (Taser??? NAAAHHHHH!) Megan and her fiance braved the cold and roads during the week to come down, but didn't make it before dark and I had already completed my feeding duties and had come inside. We still got to have a great talk and I got to know them better. They share the compassion for animals and all the pets here at the farm can certainly tell that, as they gravitated to them! Today, they returned in bitter temperatures again. After greeting all of the horses and giving treats, Megan asked to take Taser out. She lunged him in the indoor arena and then got on him bareback. I took Arne out to work on his long, thick mane while she led Taser back and asked me if she could put a saddle on. I was elated! So she tacked him up and, after a bridle adjustment or two, she jumped up and rode Taser around. She couldn't resist, and before long was trotting him QUICKLY around the arena. They looked so great together! She had him doing barrel patterns and almost did some side passes! By the end of the hour or two they spent together she really thinks she would like to adopt Taser and keep him here at the farm. I told her I would agree to it only IF she PROMISES to join us at events like the horse fairs and events at the race track if Taser is showcased! She said, "Yes". So, I think, Taser and Megan are also a match!

Meanwhile, many people are knocking on ASAP's door to place their horse. There are many desperate stories. We are trying our hardest to help. Christmas is coming.....
I'll write more before we leave for the NFR in Las Vegas. IF I don't, I promise to write and send pictures after we return! Pray for me, as I hate flying more than anything in the world!

My best to you,
Susan

I Don't Know Much, But I Know This.........

What a title! I was out in the cold mud tonite taking burrs out of Steelin Apples' mane and tail. I finally got tired of the wind so brought Apples to the barn and before long he was looking great again, but still muddy. This time of year is hard for me. In years past, as a child, we were long gone from Wisconsin and back in California before the temperatures dropped much below freezing. I never missed the snow, glad to be in the green hills surrounding the Almaden Valley in San Jose. The apricot blossoms came out in February there, and if it ever got below 35 degrees it was the topic of conversation around the neighborhood. The biggest storms of the season occur in winter out there, and I remember them well. During the Christmas season my mom would decorate our front porch with bright outdoor lights. She would have to fight the birds who had built nests in the vines that grew along the top of the porch. The sun was usually shining on Christmas Eve. It was green all around, and that is what somehow my heart will always long for - a green and warm Christmas!
In January the storms would howl. We often lost power during the lightning storms the blew across the hills. We had mud slides. One day my mother was doing dishes, looking out the kitchen window. A huge gust of wind came and our neighbor's roof was sucked off of their house and blew away! Thankfully, our neighbors were okay.
That was winter for me. So, naturally, now from September through November every urge to "run" has to be resisted. I am somewhat like a migratory bird that has had to learn to weather all four seasons. I do it, but I don't like it. I often think about moving and thinking, "Where am I going to find a place either west or south that has enough pasture for 25 horses, and if we find it, can we afford it?" GOOD QUESTION. Time will tell, but change is always hard, isn't it? Maybe that's why we all stick around.

Each day we are faced with people who have tough choices to make regarding whether or not they can keep their horses. We are hearing of more and more home foreclosures, divorces, losses of jobs, and some foster families who have been providing care for a horse for a number of years who just can no longer afford to do it. So I wake up to each new day wondering who will be knocking on the door of ASAP, needing to find a new home for a horse. Most times it is a very kind request, while at others are less than kind but cannot be taken personally under their financial circumstances. We are going as fast as we can to find horses homes, but sometimes it takes time. I heard at Waukon the horse prices have dipped to where you can get a horse for $5-$50. SADDDD....

Update on the Amish horse whose owners were hit on the highway: the horse is still doing well and is improving! I am thankful that the Amish family made a commitment to this gelding to see to it that he is being treated, even knowing that by spring he may not be useable as a buggy horse any more. They really care about him and the veterinarian is working closely with them at no charge. What a great vet! I know him, as he did treat Wolfie during his struggle with cancer and also saved a kitten that my kids injured by accident years ago.

Status at farm: Had to bring four horses back from summer pasture last weekend so we are once again at 23 for numbers. I am hoping to place Lyric in the next couple of weeks. Bell Valley Titan is now here - a very sweet STB filly - loves to be at your side and calls for you when you come outside. Not afraid of anything!
Waiting to come in:
Pinedon
Mick
Z Tempest (urgent)- Arabian mare
Crash
Letso Steve
Comet?
Kokinos?
2 STB geldings at the track
Hearts Desire?
Rocky
Enry Iggins

I don't know much, but I do know this: In all likelihood, Steelin Apples, Bob Cook, Brandy, Arne, Strawberry, Stylish Sharon, and Miss Molly P are going to be here for life. That is quite a few horses that are considered sanctuary horses. I don't know much, but I do know this: Miss Molly P is partially sighted in one eye due to an injury as a young filly. Her suspensories are horrific in the rear, so she leads a sedentary lifestyle. She is not a friendly mare, and will often squeal and lay her ears back if you try to pet her (but she is getting better cuz she is getting lots love here!). I do believe someone is out there who is going to take her in, love her, and form a strong bond with her. She has the potential. I think God will send someone, but I don't know how long it will take. I don't know much, but I know this: Strawberry is in her 20's now and her hips are sore. I had the chance to send her to a fantastic foster home for the winter. I wanted her to at least go with someone familiar from our herd, but the family only has room for one horse. I thought about the two homes Strawberry went to when she left here a few years ago....both wanted her to be their forever horse. Strawberry was left at the last farm she was at because the family had to move back suddenly to where they came from originally. When I drove up and got out she stood there, looking at me with those big eyes. I called, "Straw'BERRY!" and she just whinnied for me like a long, lost friend. I told her then that I would never let her go again - she is too old to keep reconnecting with new families and new situations. I don't know much, but I know that horses want peace of mind and heart, familiarity, and routine. I just couldn't do it although we know we cannot afford all of these horses for the winter. I think God will provide a way, and Strawberry will stay.

I don't know much, but I know that Stylish Sharon requires a whole lot of food to keep her at a decent weight. She has to be separated from the three other horses so that she doesn't get pushed out of her food. I know when she sees me coming to put her in a stall for "dinner", she gets so anxious (in a good way) that she holds up her front leg like a dog offering a paw. She is such a sweet spirit, but without proper care she will lose her hair. We have started giving her thyroid medication which has helped her immensely. She is kind of our new Precious, but she doesn't have any issues with being lame or unsound in any way. Wherever she goes, if she goes, I do know this: I will make sure it will be a last stop for Sharon. The old ones deserve this!

I don't know much but I do know this: Lyric has been her way too long, and so has Secretly Yours. These two horses, so smart and so well trained, but still no one has chosen them to be their own. It's sad to see a horse just sit and eat and not get enough attention. It's sad to see them look up at me when I go outside to get in my car for work, and they are so longing for someone to come and just groom them or be with them. It's unfair, but that's the world we live in today - just way too many horses and not enough homes.

I hope you will think about offering a home to a horse in need - we have so many and so many sad stories.

The Christmas newsletter is almost complete and will be in your mailboxes soon! We have many nice pictures from around the nation of the horses who have homes and what they are doing with their adoptive families. You all are great!

Hugs to you,
Susan

News from the Farm

Last Saturday our farm was alive with young riders. We also had two successful adoptions - Spirit and Copper Cadet both found the best of best homes with the best of people. I keep saying it - over time God sends people and horses and humans connect - it is the most spiritual experience to watch it unfold! I don't know what it was, but Spirit really chose his adopter and his wife on that cold Saturday morning two weekends ago. He literally would not leave the man alone, and it was clear Spirit was "choosing" him! The same thing occurred when Copper Cadet and Ralph connected. Ralph is long-time adopter of Egyptian Fashion, an ex race horse out of Chicago and Master Blue Chip, aka Monte, who recently passed after a short illness that greatly saddened his adopter. I had a feeling that Ralph may be looking for a horse similar to Master Blue Chip in personality and looks, and Ralph drove all the way from Chicago to the farm to see him. It was a true match. So that great feeling of joy and peace inside my soul has been achieved.

In the meantime, many more horses are being referred - far too many for the room we have here. Just in the past month two farms went into foreclosure, leaving two adoption horses without a place to go. We are scrambling to find a place where they can be fostered - while two mares in Michigan who have no where to go may be euthenized unless the owner can find a place for them to be fostered or adopted. Please help us if you can! Help the horses if you can!

The horses who are waiting to come into the program and to the farm have been delayed once again, due to an Amish horse being brought back to the farm unannounced. She has dropped suspensories in both hind legs. She is not lame but it does slow her down. She can no longer pull a cart or be ridden, but I have a feeling she is in foal. As she gains weight I can just tell it. I'll include pictures here but it was a bit dark when my son, Zach, took them. Speaking of Zach and Rachel, I'll include pictures of recent parties at the house and the joy of friends and fun. Many of you are asking about mom, and I appreciate that. She has, most recently, learned that her aortal valve is so blocked that she may have minutes, days, weeks, or yes, she may even have years to live. No one can predict. I don't like having her hear these words from her doctor, and cannot stand the thought of standing around, waiting for something to happen. Mom feels a bit of fear but is a tough Norwegian and is not really talking about it. She spent the weekend with my sister and is returning home to her condo and her caretaker tomorrow. Many things to say about all of this but cannot here. Even the closest of families experience conflict when it comes to fierce love for a family member. Be in prayer for our family as we make decisions in mom's best interest. I would, personally, like her to seek a second opinion at Mayo about whether or not she could withstand heart surgery to replace that valve. Craig's grandpa had it done four years ago (approximately) and is approaching 90 years of age and is doing so well - my mom is eight years younger, but her recent hospital stay has left her fragile.

Thanks to all the foster families who are hanging in there with horses, and placing owners who are waiting for a spot to open up for their horse. When horses arrive unexpectedly it places a hardship on families who have been respectfully waiting and are next in line. If only there were more homes!

We rode with kids on Saturday, then on Sunday loaded up and went to Yellow River State Forest. Now, I know I go on and on about Standardbreds, but here comes another good story. I have not ridden my old Standardbred gelding, Cash Wilco, since last year. I figured at age 27 he is entitled to retirement. Still, the reality of winter about to set in combined with the fact that Cash has been very sound this year made me want to reconnect with him on one last ride of the season (unless we are lucky and have a warm fall). So, one year later, I load him up in the trailer and haul him over to Yellow River, saddle him up, and without lunging, ground work, or any type of warm-up, we got on and rode for miles and miles. I won't say he was happy, and he did tire more quickly in the hills, but he was a perfect gentleman and we even got a few canters in on long stretches, with Janimal and my daughter, Rachel, close behind. That is how much faith I have in the breed, and in my horse Randy, aka Cash Wilco. After all, we have had 18 years together - I guess we should know each other pretty well by now! I wish you all of 18 years with your horses, too.

Until next week,
Susan

Computer Woes

Help! My computer is going crazy. I am using my lap top to stay in touch with all of you. Please forgive me if you have tried to write me an email with no success. My Outlook Express went wild a coule of weeks ago and got progressively worse with time. Now it won't let me delete received mail and it won't allow me to delete sent mail, so anyone I dare respond to gets about 100 copies of the email I send. I have phoned the support center at the phone company and also asked around for advice. Right now I am running Windows Live OneCare - let's hope it works! If not, I guess I have to resign myself to the fact that this computer is several years old (donated thanks to Mary D. who was mom to Friendly Explosion until his death a couple of months ago). It may need to be replaced. NOT a great thing to think about, especially since we are still paying off feed bills - $700 left to pay, to be exact, before we can start ordering feed in bulk again. In the meantime our personal pocketbook is running to the feed store every few days to buy feed. Today Craig paid $10.29 a 50# bag for 10% sweet feed and we bought four bags. Sunday I bought four bags at $9.29 a bag. We have the following horses at our farm or at the farm in Newton right down the road that we are feeding:
Spirit O Vegas
Secretly Yours
Copper Cadet
Lyric
Brandy
Taser Gun
R Colelateral
Remmie
Janimal
Chief
Lakehills Texas
Little John
Steelin Apples
Strawberry Jacki
Bob Cook
Arne
This doesn't include two llamas, a donkey, and my own personal brood.

We need a grant! We need a donation for feed and hay! We are sending out personal plea letters, but if you have any ideas for grants we would love to hear from you.
This is the TOUGHEST year we have had for paying bills and for adoptions. I know all groups are stretched and some are even closing their doors. We are only as good as our supporters -

I have all of my pictures ready to send but the computer must be fixed first. Bear with me.

Remmie, Fargo, Craig and I traveled to the Kickapoo Reserve last weekend to ride. Too funny! As I was typing this I fell asleep and woke up to five typed rows of lower case "k"!!! Ahem....so we did go over to the reserve and were hoping to find a little private camping spot. With the weather being so warm and the hills being in full color, I should have known better! We did find a spot and took off on horseback with Remmie attempting to lead every step of the way! We cantered and trotted and it all felt so wonderful. Unfortunately, Rachel was calling on our cell phone during our first ride, and when we went to the truck to check messages she was in tears, wanting to come home. We had to cut our night short (we were supposed to be having an overnight together but our children made us feel as though we had to come home. They had been at a friend's house but Rachel often has trouble falling asleep at other peoples' houses. I think we made a memory, anyway, plunging across the Kickapoo River at the reserve that day (the deepest water I have ever crossed) and traversing the steep hills, with an occasional run.

This week my focus was to be on Cricket and Taser Gun, but my mother is still in rehab and not doing extremely well. I spent a couple of hours with her yesterday and she doesn't even seem excited about being able to be released and go to her condominium with 24/7 care. It pains me in my heart to see the zest she once had for life not quite all there any more. She continues to struggle with her aortic valve and transferring from sitting to standing position. We are hoping and praying that time will heal.

Work is going well, but being away from home full time is quite a hard thing to swallow. I leave at 7:25 and generally get home about 5:00. What am I comlaining about? Most of you out there are doing the exact same thing. And to think some race trainers train in the morning and evening and work all day. They must be soooo tired! I always feel a lump in my stomach when I leave home, thinking the dogs and horses will actually miss me. Then I think of how selfish a thought that is - they have each other, they have down time, and their main task is to eat, sleep, and lounge until I get home from school!!! What a great life they have!

Still getting tons and tons of referrals and horses waiting to get into the program. We need homes for the horses we have here first..........anyone willing to give me name and contact info for any publication or paper where ASAP could put an ad in efforts to raise awareness about our program? Let me know!

Until next week or sooner,
Susan