Anyone who has followed me on Facebook or Twitter has seen the horse pictures. One is of a yellow colt, WW Otoes Gold, who was nine months old at the time. He grew up to be, as one might guess from his baby picture, a gorgeous stud. He is out of legendary cutting and race bloodlines.
I’ve also had a picture of a mare up, well several mares, that we raised with the exception of one I called Nickel. Her registered name is Five Of Cash. She’s a granddaughter of World Champion Dash For Cash and legendary cutting horse sire Mr San Peppy.
Nickel is in this picture, though you can’t see her very well.
This is one of her daughters, Ryonstone Cowgirl.
I called Don tonight to see if he had talked to Will, who was going to try and call everyone on their birthdays. He hadn’t. I asked him how Nickel was. She got the strangles a couple of months ago and he came close to losing her. I asked him how the baby was doing like I always do. Otoe decided to go visiting and the November baby was a result of him getting out of his pen. Regardless of the unplanned pregnancy, he was a gorgeous colt and had a sweet, loving disposition. I have been out to the house a few times since he was born and always went out to play with him.
Notice I said “had.”
We’ve always had a problem with dogs running loose out there. People don’t feel the need to keep their dogs penned, so they just run in packs.
When we first started moving out there, the dogs across the street were out running the horses and one of the mares aborted. The next door neighbors recognized the dogs, but animal control couldn’t do anything about them because they were back in their yard when they got out there.
Over the next couple of years, those dogs and others killed numerous cats and all the chickens.
Yes, we call animal control and they come out and drive around, chase after a few dogs that easily evade them and say, “sorry.”
Saturday, a pack of dogs got in the horse pen and ran them nearly to death. They got the baby hemmed up in a corner and mauled him. He didn’t die until the next day. Don was working.
Sunday at 4:00 in the morning, the dogs were back and after the sorrel stud. He didn’t run from them like the baby did, but they were still working him down. The neighbor ran them off.
Animal control has now set traps and caught three of the dogs. Odd they couldn’t do that before they mauled the colt to death.
I don’t know who to be more angry at: people who won’t keep their dogs penned, people who think the kind thing to do is turn their unwanted animals loose in the “country,” or animal control for not getting serious about these packs before.
Needless to say, I am furious and hurt. I can’t imagine the pain and terror that baby went through. I waver between wanting to go beat someone senseless and bawling uncontrollably.
I have already vowed one of the first things I will do when the dust settles in my life is get another horse. One no one can take away from me.
I will probably get a gun before that, though and blow Fluffy to kingdom come the first time he sets foot near a horse. Fluffy really needs to stay home.
The rest of the story.
I have spoken to Don a few times about the colt and he told me what happened.
Saturday, the dogs got after the horses. The colt spooked so they concentrated on him. The got him cornered and tore him up badly, but he was still alive. Don got in later and found him when he went to feed. He doctored him and was going to call the vet the next day. Injuries were severe enough he was going to have him checked to see if he should be put down.
Dogs came back Sunday and ran the colt into a gate where he broke his ankle and tore his leg up badly. They kept tearing at him and running him until he bled to death. I’m sure once he got down where he couldn’t run any more, they just kept tearing at him until he died.
The next morning they came back to get after the stud, but they only skinned him up a bit.
Needless to say, I have been bawling a lot over this horrific mess.