An Easter Seals Visit ~ Video blog

Due to the cold and dreary weather, we brought the party inside ~ lots of tack got a thorough cleaning, as well as a few puppy baths. We had a great time visiting over lunch, as well.

You each bring so much to our place ~ THANK YOU!

Woody's Wrap-Up:

Tuesdays with Maggie ~ rain

Rain.
Sometimes I think I should be living in Seattle. I am weird. I love the rain. But lately, my fondness for one of Mother Nature’s treasures has diminished. Rain at the farm = mud, mud, and more mud. It’s a mess.
One of the things I appreciate about Woody & Dee’s philosophy about the farm, is that they keep things immaculate. And believe me, this is no easy feat with so many animals. They work incredibly hard to give these beautiful creatures a clean and fresh home. I have often said that the chicken coop is cleaner than my own home! And for every visitor I bring to the farm, they say the same thing (that and how special our little farm is). I cannot begin to tell you the hours they spend making sure everything is neat and tidy. It is truly amazing, and to think there are only two of them doing all this work!!!
So when the mud is everywhere (and I do mean EVERYWHERE) we have to remind ourselves that rain is a good thing. It will bring us flowers, grass, and the dust will be washed off those hard to reach places.
The sun will shine again, that’s a guarantee. But until then, I’ll put on my wellies and slip slide around the farm trying to keep up with Dee & Woody. Maybe I’ll even jump in a few puddles. Make lemonade out of lemons right?
God Bless Dee & Woody for all their hard work and dedication. I am truly impressed everyday.

A Legacy ~ Deanna

As always, there are many duties that are swirling around in my mind, but at this moment I feel inspired to share something not so specifically related to our sanctuary. Then again, perhaps it really is.

During a recent visit with my paternal grandmother (who will be 91 on Sunday!), I was reminded of a story that I had heard as a child. One of those stories that begins to take on significance as I age and gain more worldly perspective.

As a child, I was told that my last name (Slavec) was Yugoslavian. This was true at the time, but as Yugoslavia fell apart, it became important to know what my grandfather's true ethnicity was. In all honesty and fairness, Grandpa Slavec (Albino, no middle name), was American, and that is the way he preferred to be known. He was born in Delagua, CO, on March 1, 1912. When he was eight years old, the family returned to "the old country" ~ Slovenia. Unfortunately, at this moment, I don't know anything more specific than that, although I have suspicions that they lived in the Karst region, near the coast, for reasons I will later explain.

Grandpa returned to America when he was 18. His experience of Slovenia was not pleasant. My father told me stories that I'll verify with Grandma before I share, but there were traumas. Grandpa's time there was shortly after the end of the first world war. Grandpa didn't teach us any Slovenian language and refused to go back to visit when other family members did. I remember my Father telling me that during a mid-70's visit, aunts saw the very bed upon which generations were born, in "The House of Jacob." To me, this was fascinating. Grandpa just wanted to forget.

Slovenia is beautiful country, although it is roughly just the size of New Jersey. From the capital, Ljubljana, all state borders are less than a two-hour drive. I have spent considerable time doing internet research and look forward to someday visiting. My desires to visit were also inspired by a young Serbian man named Bozidar Despinich, whom Woody and I met during a 7-day cruise and who taught me a bit about being a Slav.

One of the most amazing and little-known facts about Slovenia is that it is home to the Lipica Stud Farm, located in the Karst region, established in 1580 and the original home of the Lipizzan horse. The Italian version of Lipica is Lipizza, and for a time, Italy owned the area. These are magical horses, for many reasons. At the tender age of ten, my grandfather helped to protect this special horse from the threat of being eaten by starving refugees, by hiding them, and moving them about. Unfortunately, the breed's existence was threatened many times throughout history.

My grandfather participated in something significant - he helped to preserve something special. He held these horses above what others saw them for. Perhaps their disregard for the horses played a role in Grandpa's troubled memories. I'll never know. One thing I am sure of, however, is that my grandfather rescued Lipizzans.

Tuesdays with Maggie ~ Light

Let there be light.
One of the first things I noticed during the winter months here at the farm is how dark it got. I live in suburbia so there are always streetlights, headlights, houselights to light my world. But when the days became shorter I found it increasingly depressing to continue to do evening chores in the dark. So at my small request (emphasis on “small”) to have electricity run to the two sheds to provide light, my dear friend John stepped right up. Now when I say small, that was all in my head. I thought it would be an easy project, a day or two at least. Boy, was I wrong! I won’t bore you with the details but it turned into a major project lasting a month. Not only that, it took the kindness of Dee & Woody’s neighbors to jump in and help to get this project completed. So when I got the phone call on my birthday from John, the best news was “we have light!” Hurray! I cannot thank John enough for his time, his skill, and his patience for helping me offer this little something special to my farm. I can’t begin to take credit for any of it since I had no idea how to do any of this. I just had a small request. God Bless John for his hard work. I know he understands how I feel about my little farm when he first came out and spent the day at the farm and said to me later, “now I understand why you like coming out here”. He gets it. I thank God every day for the kindness that others have shown me and especially our little farm. I do not take this for granted. Thank you John. For you, I am eternally grateful.

Introducing Jetta and Jilly

A little shout out here from Deanna to Lauren and Tim Rossovich for the fine job they're doing with Chow Chow Rescue. These pups belonged to Tim's Mother who recently passed and small dogs simply don't work in the environment that the Rossovich's have established. It was a true pleasure to meet and spend time with such big-hearted people and to share stories of the differing aspects of the rescue paradigm. Rescues and Sanctuaries truly compliment one another and it is nice to work together with such fine folks.

On a lighter note, these two are fascinating - after Tim's professional career in the NFL, playing for Philadelphia and San Diego, both he and Lauren worked as professional stunt-people (and have the new body-parts to prove it!) Tim also acted in a slew of films, most notably Cheech & Chong's "Nice Dreams." During his NFL career, Tim was known for chewing glass and setting himself aflame ~ further proof that us rescuers tend to be just a bubble off plumb!

Hugs and kisses to you both, Tim & Lauren. We look forward to working together again.

Here's Darcy:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEE!

Here's to you Dee! You are truly a wonderful person and friend. Without you, there would be no bliss. Have a wonderful, wonderful day!

Tuesdays with Maggie ~ LOVE

Love.
Helen Keller once wrote, "The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart."
Isn’t love a beautiful thing? As we are bombarded by signs of love this week I think it is a good reminder for all of us to recognize the love in our hearts and in our lives.
I experience love every time I am at the farm. Whether it’s the happy wiggle of a dog when you drive up, the nicker of one of the horses when you come to the fence, or the constant “I love you’s” that are spoken by Dee or Woody.
Their love is deep. Not only for each other but for the animals they have devoted their lives too. Such devotion is nothing short of true love. To be witness to such unselfish acts of kindness, I am truly grateful. I believe that being surrounded by such love has helped me become a better person. And as I turn the big 4-0 this week, I can only hope that second half of my life is filled with such love and kindness.
So when Dee & I make the rounds at night and I hear Dee telling every animal that she loves them, I don’t even think twice about it. It’s common place at our little farm. Everyone here is loved. And although the animals don’t understand our language, I know in my heart that they know what true love is.
I hope this week finds everyone with such love in their lives. Perhaps we should all take lessons from the farm, when you love someone, let them know it!
Love is a good thing.