Why I’ve Got a Spring in My Step

Okay, I nearly died this winter.

They tell me it was hepatitis. All I know is that one day I was happily dodging hooves, and the next praying for one to put me out of my misery.

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Mr. T Thinks He’s a Dog

Herding. Napping. Eating.

Dogs have perfected these activities over millennia.

So why does Mr. T think he invented them?

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I Have a Name

I cannot tell you how many times it’s happened.

The head horse honcho will be giving people a tour of the stables. She’ll call their attention to Mykleblakka, she’ll fawn over Felix and gush over Gwendellin. Heck, she’ll kiss Bella’s butt up and down the barn.

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