RIP Munition.

For those of you who don't know, Munition was an OTTB.  That stands for off-track TB, a race horse that wasn't very good at running races. His trainer cared about him and worked at finding him a good home.  The  trainer placed Munition with a woman whom he thought was a good match, even made her ride him at the trainer's for a month before taking him. A few days after getting the horse, she learns she can't afford him and either gave/sold the horse to a kill buyer. Whether she knew this man was scum remains to be proven. Anyway, 22 days after this took place, she asked for help finding the horse.  Many people tried to find Munition, including the former trainer who was understandably upset at what happened. A $2000 reward was offered.  Guess where Munition is now......floating around in some sewer, or what is left of him.  Yep, he was slaughtered.  Now, there are  EU regulations on what meds slaughter horses can have in their system and Munition had those that were not allowed. Someone lied on Munition's paperwork. So who ate poison horsemeat????  I hope they die a horrible death like Munition probably did.  As for the witch who sold/gave him away, I hope he haunts her the rest of her life. I hope she never, ever  has a good night's sleep again.

Rest In Peace Munition

 

The Little Donkey Who Can't/Won't Bray

This is my sweet, little donkey boy. He is adopted and I love him to pieces. He likes being held and loved on. He can raise his little brown nose for kisses. He is 1 1/2 years old. He squeaks, snorts, says hee hee heeeee, haaaaa haaaaa haaaaaa and the other evening he giggled!  He makes all kinds of sounds but never really brays.  I never know what is going to come out of that cute, little body.  He likes to take my sleeve in his mouth and tug on my arm for attention. He also likes to drag things around. We never know where the feed pan is going to end up.  We need to nail it down but I don't think that would help. He would figure out a way to drag it off. We find chunks of trees that he has brought up to the house. He will carry off the buckets if he gets a chance.  He just never brays.  But he sure is loved.