May 182014

Doranna & DuncanThis is Doranna Durgin’s WordPlay Blog. I’m glad you’re here–whether it’s to learn more about my books, or chat about dogs, horses, and reading.

On Fridays, The Write Horse usually stops by for life with horse training, written by Patty Wilber.

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Apr 242015

By Patty Wilber

The Canyon: 5 stars
Traveling companions and food: 5 stars
Campsite: 2.5 stars
Camper: 3.5 stars
Riding trails: 3 stars

Entering the Palo Duro Canyon.

Entering Palo Duro Canyon.

Palo Duro State Park is about 27,000 acres in size and 30 miles south of Amarillo. The Texas high plains extend for miles in all directions as we left eastern New Mexico on I40. We hit Amarillo and dropped south-ish for 30 miles, and then suddenly The Canyon yawned in front of us.  Stunning. 5 stars.

no words needed.

This may not be the place to bring your horse, but if you want hiking and mountain biking there are lots of opportunities.

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Apr 132015

I got everything ready to write this blog, and then promptly went outside to the fenced area of Arroyo Minor to take the dogs for a walk-romp.

They enjoyed it.  Me, I was just looking for courage.


Five months old in 9/14, already Perfectly McPants

About a month ago, I blogged about our Plague Cat.  About how Mr. McKittypants came to us as an unadoptable barn cat, about his wild nature—about training him, managing him, and coming to terms with his brilliant, dichotomous personality.  How much he meant to us–especially to Tristan Beagle.  And also about his early, profound injury, and then about his recent illness.

Undaunted by either, he was not to be contained.  Four days after returning to us from his organ-cooking fever, he was back outside on demand.  (And when I say demand, I mean “Run for your lives!”)

A week after his return from that vet, he demanded unusual evening out time.  I allowed it, following a deliberate strategy to relieve his stress about confinement.  Then I went into the office and published the Plague Cat blog.

Mainly it was a blog about hard choices.  About letting Mickey be Mickey, seeking balance between between needs and safety.  Understanding the risks. Continue reading »

Apr 102015

By Patty Wilber

We left all the horses at home and went to California last weekend to visit Progeny #2 and his Significant Other.

We had a blast wine tasting, hiking, and going to the Channel Islands.

California Sea Lions

California Sea Lions that we saw on the way to Santa Cruz Island

We got there via the Island Packers –on a boat. I am a little iffy on boats–  I have been known to barf.

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Apr 032015

By Patty Wilber

Appaloosa color genetics are influenceded by three genes: The LP gene, Patn1 and Patn2.  The LP gene controls the varnish roan color and this gene is required for the Patn1 and Patn2 genes to be expressed.  Addition of the Patn1 and/or Patn2 to the LP results in spots.  Check out this site.  It has a horse color genetics interactive pictorial thingie where you can add in the color genes you want and it spits up a horse of the color and patterns you chose! There are lots of combos to create!

I guess LT is LP  (so she can have an appy coat pattern) and Patn2–spots on her butt.  She got these genes from her dad.  Her mom was a chestnut quarter horse and would not have the LP, Patn1 or Patn2.  LT, however does NOT have a blanket.  Spots but no blanket, is not covered in the website above. She also apparently has the champagne gene (it is covered above) which makes her super shiny.

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Mar 312015

by Doranna

grrr!  grrr!

grrr! grrr!

I’m no stranger to dog fights.

I started my first pack while living remotely in the mountains—extraordinary, experienced varmint hunters who didn’t just squabble when the time came for the changing of the guard.  No, they inflicted significant damage.  As we were three hours from the vet we couldn’t afford, it behooved me not only to know how to break these fights up, but how to prevent them.

With a former feral dog as the pack’s foundation, I’d always managed them on a fairly primal level—as part of the pack, on their terms.  Boss bitch.  But while this allowed me to break the fights up without taking damage, it didn’t prevent them.  And as they escalated, I decided that they needed more than policing—that in fact, the policing sometimes made things worse.  They needed, individually, to know they were secure and loved. Continue reading »

Mar 272015

By Patty Wilber

I really like colt starting and right now have a three year old that has three “saddles”.  Wait! Make that four saddles because I saddled him twice on Wednesday since he got a little tense on the first go. Oh, and there was the day I put a bareback pad on him and the day I saddled him but I didn’t get on.  Do those count? That would be six?

Brownies first day wearing a saddle

Brownies first day wearing a saddle (and some ropes).

When people say “he has ten saddles”, I have always assumed they mean rides.  So, then I’d have to down grade to two.  The first day I actually got on him, I just sat there. No real riding.

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Mar 252015

Tristan Beagle continues to grow up faster than I can even type about him.

tb.teeth.469See? Teething!  And between the day I took this pic and am writing this blog, those missing front teeth have largely grown in!

He has a lot of fun stuff in his life, along with the ongoing ball of activity we dryly call the PuppyCat Unit.  He visits my dad at the hospice residence, goes to Connery and Dart’s obedience drill for a few moments of play and socialization, heads to our version of a National Forest to play with scent on our tracking practice grounds, and loves the daily games also known as training.

(Many of those games are simply building body awareness, but he also has an early understanding of sit, down, stay, heel, show stacking, bringing me an object, taking an object from hand, come, go to kennel, stay in kennel until released, wait at door to come in, leave it alone, let it go, and I’m probably forgetting something because these are all just things we DO.)

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Mar 232015

mk.0917As soon as I saw Mr. McKittypants, I knew he would break my heart.

(No.  Not quite yet.  But he’s working on it.)

He came to us young–a born feral, behavior modification flunk-out—an unadoptable cat.  We needed a barn hunter and we’d already lost one feral who couldn’t adjust to her new location, so we had no intention of considering this one to be family.

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Mar 202015

By Patty Wilber

Went to Lubbock last weekend for the Pan Handle Reined Cow Horse Show.  Google map estimated the trip should take about 4 h 47 min (306.0 mi) via I-40 E and US-84 E  by motor vehicle. It took a little longer because we were driving a truck with a camper in the bed and dragging a horse trailer while fighting a strong cross wind.  Ten miles to the gallon. Ugh.

Apparently, if we’d walked it would have taken 99 h.

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