tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40422075162724315222024-03-13T22:28:23.586-04:00Animal TalkThis blog is for and about animal people. It is inspired by the animals I love. I'll share some of my stories. My hope is that other animal lovers will use this blog to share their own pet or rescue stories. Ideas and advice are always welcome too!Jan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.comBlogger152125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-9932120280081745782011-09-17T21:12:00.002-04:002011-09-17T21:22:45.559-04:00Mud is GoodI know Tango and I look like tiny specs in the composition of this picture but the greenness of the pastures for this time of year is totally amazing. It's been interesting for me. Tango's been off. He's had x-rays and injections and the whole nine-yards. Basically, he's going to be okay but I've not been able to do my usual work with him. In fact, I've only been allowed to ride easily. I Jan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com133tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-80242775286840695722011-09-07T21:26:00.007-04:002011-09-07T22:12:50.612-04:00Spun Tale...Tail!Sammy's about had it with spring and summer. He's tired of the heat. He's tired of the grass and...he's tired of itching! The poor little guy doesn't mean to leave hair all over the house but even after I brush out bushels of white and brown fluffy fur he scratches out bushels more. I'm thinking of turning my house into a spinning factory. Why I think we could make the most beautiful sweatersJan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-42569433819755871222011-08-29T23:51:00.002-04:002011-08-29T23:56:12.784-04:00Join Me to Just EatI've started a new blog for myself. I'm sick of dieting and I want to just eat. JUST EAT. I've started a blogging journal to try to make it through an entire year of plain old eating. I want to change all the bad habits I have about food and I'm going to need all the help I can get. My goal is to have made a life style change by the end of a year.
If you have ever struggled with dieting or Jan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-28411205535329599892011-08-20T22:26:00.004-04:002011-08-20T22:36:53.915-04:00Unconditional LoveAll of the kittens and their mother left on Wednesday. This little girl was the only one left. Annabelle took over.
She let her pretend to nurse.
She played with her.
Then she gave her to Sam to cuddle.
Jan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-48839471556797596432011-08-03T23:48:00.010-04:002011-08-04T15:55:20.101-04:00Ivy and Her Kittens UpdateIt's been several weeks since I first came to you with sweet Ivy's dilemma. I can't thank you enough for all your wonderful comments and suggestions. Ivy's four beautiful kittens are growing and growing. They are funny and strong and well-loved. Best of all, as soon as they're all weaned they have homes to go to...wonderful homes. My daughter-in-law is going to take Ivy and one of her Jan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com57tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-53427656413655154292011-07-08T00:50:00.005-04:002011-07-08T10:33:13.726-04:00For the Love of IvyThis is Ivy. I named her myself. Ivy deserved a name. She showed up at the barn where I board my horses in early spring. Someone probably dumped her there. Ivy wasn't like the other barn cats. She was sweet, gentle, and friendly. From the very beginning it was clear that Ivy liked people more than hunting. Her loud purring resonated around the horse-filled stalls. By late spring it was Jan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-10925318226495211052011-04-29T16:12:00.002-04:002011-04-29T16:22:08.417-04:00Touching Tulips I had just walked down the little path and back in our yard when Sammy came out to greet me. He walked beyond me and turned back as if to say...you missed something...you didn't stop to smell the flowers. Isn't it interesting how our animals can remind us of the importance of recognizing special moments? Every moment is special to them. Each word each touch. Each sight each sound. I went back Jan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-20293233332443902532011-04-23T22:06:00.003-04:002011-04-23T22:08:18.723-04:00Happy EasterHappy Easter From Tangobunny and Me!Jan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-66298339521443402092011-04-19T17:40:00.011-04:002011-04-19T18:09:26.127-04:00Trail Ride Horses (and good friends) make early spring landscape even more beautiful than it already is.Jan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-73161420634512346152011-04-13T23:51:00.004-04:002011-04-14T00:01:59.540-04:00Wordless WednesdayJan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-65277637488979101842011-04-04T23:38:00.007-04:002011-04-05T14:02:46.783-04:00Spring Music on the FarmMy granddaughter Alexa, friend Holly, and I decided to take a ride around the farm. The ground was still squishy under our horses' feet, but the squish was a good squish. A chill in the early spring air was soon forgotten as we roamed around the vast acres of pastures. In the summer they would be filled with hay, but now they were wide open for riding. Alexa felt as free as the whistling wind andJan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-48487350839036735482011-03-30T13:52:00.003-04:002011-03-30T14:14:57.239-04:00Who's Cold? In spite of the fact that I'm ready for spring, one thing I never am...at least for very long...is cold! I can honestly tell you that a three-dog-night (or day) is as good as warm sunshine when it comes to thwarting off the March chill. This photo was taken right after I got home from a long morning of riding. Of course, Tango's body heat keeps me warm when I'm on his back but afterwards when Jan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-13639774609712967832011-03-22T15:07:00.004-04:002011-03-22T15:13:35.899-04:00Meet Our New Grandson!Luke Michael Mader6 pounds and 9 ouncesMarch 18, 20111:35 a.m.Jan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-1725478010467324802011-03-12T17:53:00.008-05:002011-03-12T18:08:34.923-05:00Talk About Luck! My latest assignment for a magazine I write for was to write an article about how to prepare a pet for a new baby.Since my son and daughter-in-law are expecting our grandson any second, they made perfect models for the article!So did Riley!Jan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-4589343943858287132011-03-04T10:39:00.015-05:002011-03-04T16:09:02.676-05:00What Kind of a Person Does This? Ivy is so sweet and woud be the perfect family pet. In fact she was. Then HER family gave her up because they were moving. The fall leaves hadn't even begun to change when Ivy was dropped off at the animal shelter. It was September then. Ivy's been in a cage ever since. She went from living the life of a family dog to living in a cage in an institution and in my opinion that sucks.No one wants Jan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-51436641715658324912011-02-16T13:25:00.007-05:002011-02-16T14:31:37.727-05:00There's Always a Way!Who says only kids can play ring-around-the-rosie? It's a great way to share the arena on a winter night and carry on a lively conversation at the same time. The other half of the arena was being used for lessons so the barn was full of life! If you'd like to leave a comment scroll way down...Jan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-23273863802345441912011-02-03T20:58:00.003-05:002011-02-03T21:13:34.039-05:00A Lovely View I was waiting at the back door and watching for cardinals when I realized I had the best view of all right in front of me. I put on my boots and jacket and joined my crew just to breathe in the frosty air. We stayed out long enough to awaken our senses to the most sincere of all winters that I can remember. I can honestly say that time seemed to stand still, even if only for a moment. Jan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-42409662526958120882011-01-29T20:18:00.014-05:002011-01-30T23:30:22.613-05:00Patience is a VirtueIn the photo above we have Annabelle and Sammy simultaneously chewing on their own Nyla bones. Maddie is dozing on the couch. Since she has no teeth, she can't chew on bones of any kind!But this post isn't about Maddie or her lack of teeth. And it's not about Nyla bones either. This post is about patience and how animals have more than I do.I always want to rush into things and make things happenJan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-3724497831923754952011-01-16T17:28:00.018-05:002011-01-25T12:58:12.259-05:00The Winter Lighening Riders Linda, Jann, Kathy, and me!It all started and ended with the green sled you see here. Poor Tango is pooped after two hours of giving us immeasurable fun in the snow. We called ourselves the Winter Riders...at least at first. Then we were the Winter Lightening Riders....I think. Someone suggested the Geriatric Riders and that might have worked for a couple of us.All I know is that when we gals atJan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-48600669358366147022010-12-04T09:26:00.008-05:002010-12-04T11:12:37.092-05:00A Work in Progress - Our SammyAs many of you know, Sammy came to us in late spring. He was big, doppy, and totally incorrigible. I loved him from the very beginning. So did my youngest son, Ryan. Chuck wasn't so sure. After all, our other dogs knew what they were supposed to do and Sammy didn't. On top of not knowing what he should do, Sammy did anything he wanted to do which included going into the living room (sacred area Jan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-43500044493686445392010-10-29T12:55:00.006-04:002010-10-29T18:39:01.205-04:00Can You Guess What It Is? Are you wondering what this is on my shoulder?Can you tell yet?It's my summer rescue! My sister Julie and I rescued a teeny tiny toothless raccoon this summer. It was just released back into its natural habitat.A wildlife center raised it after 30 touch-and-go hours with Julie and me. Nothing could be better than a successful rescue and a sister to share it with!Jan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-26090085201960468262010-10-08T12:14:00.003-04:002010-10-08T12:21:31.256-04:00Mistake I made a mistake. As I was downloading my very lovely photo of Annabelle, Maddie, and Sammy playing in the backyard I accidentally clicked on this one. When I looked at it I thought I might as well use it!This photo is the very reason that my back needed to get well quickly. In fact, my bones were probably scared into healing. This is me raking Sammy in early summer to get rid of his Jan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-55454488130447285052010-10-05T20:35:00.007-04:002010-10-05T20:50:18.941-04:00Six Week Post-Op Check-UpI went to the surgeon yesterday for my six-week check up and a miracle occurred. The doctor said, "Every once in a while we have a shining star who recovers really quickly. You are one of those stars. You can get on your horse and walk...just walk...until December 6th when we'll do final x-rays." The doctor didn't tell me it would take me 30 minutes to get to the top of the mounting block.He Jan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-66057166025586117762010-09-12T21:28:00.004-04:002010-09-12T22:00:54.330-04:00In Memory and RespectI was going to tell you all about a horse show that I took my grandaughter Alexa to. She did very well and we took lots of pictures. In the end, one photo stood out. Why? Because the date was September 11th and the picture seemed more than significant. I hope you think so too.Jan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042207516272431522.post-89384573379287295042010-08-30T11:37:00.002-04:002010-08-30T11:47:40.994-04:00Surgery Update This back surgery thing hasn't been so bad even though it was more extensive that we thought. I ended up with two rods, two plates. numerous screws, lost- count- at- 39 staples and who knows how many sutures. I feel pretty good. I've been able to enjoy the company of good friends who drop by so I'm not ever bored. The flowers in my family room make me feel like I'm on a tropical vacation...Jan Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14110939764789565303noreply@blogger.com16