Much needed rain has fallen on north Texas. Our tanks are full and our pastures plentiful. All of our oldsters have their heads down grazing and are not too interested in grain unless we shake a bucket. Hopefully this year, we will be making hay. Our old timers are not looking forward to the Texas summer but neither are we. They’ll be “shading out” during the day in the barns under the fans or under the umbrellas of the live oaks — dreaming of cool nights and fall temperatures. Their caretakers will be wearing iced ball caps and cold-towel necklaces trying to beat the heat and keep our horses happy and drinking lots of water. Maybe we’ll start an electrolyte snow-cone stand. Long live our geriatrics! Many thanks to our owners for allowing us to care for their beautiful horses.
Rush had to be first in everything. First through the gate. First for feed. First for treats. First in the show ring. Rush was sound throughout his twenties in retirement — a bit antsy in case a horse or human beat him to something.
We loved you Rush for your wonderful cockeyed ears. For your “I’m always Rushing” to something. Elvis is still waiting and watching for you to rush around the live oaks in your pasture one upping him somehow – king of the hill up by the double ponds. You are first in our hearts, dear Rush. Gallop and jump to blue and blue and blue.