Chaos Ranch
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Ok..so I don't mean to come on here and play my boo-hoo flute... but I just don't really have anyone outside of my own home to talk to and I really needed a shoulder to lean on.
Most of you know that I gave up my home and 9 acres...which also meant that I had to give up all of my miniature horses.
I also had to give up my Australian Shepherd breeding kennel... that was really hard because I had finally found my dog breed that fits my hearts desires ... and I just don't think you can get a cuter puppy that an Aussie baby.
Well then we moved over here on one acre... into a mobile home. I have given up most of my websites that I took care of because though I truely enjoy creating them, it was just getting too hard on my eyes to keep up with so many of them. I was spending too many hours on the computer and was getting horrible headaches from it.
Now I Have to give up my truck. Both my Expedition and my husbands F250. I LOVE my Expedition. I am as proud of it today as I was nearly 3 years ago when we got it. Just can't afford the payments anymore. I am hard-core to the bone marrow FORD...now we're dropping down to a 93 Chevy Suburban. OH!
My very best friend in the world... he's been like the only family I have since mine lives 300 miles away from me. My little brother and I were very close... I felt safe, and well taken care of when he was around. He moved to Illinois several years ago and left me here alone again with just my husband and my kids. So my best friend sort of stepped in his place... only... I'm an idiot because my "best friend" uses me horribly...and I'm so terribly desperate for that bond that I lost when my brother moved away that I continue to allow myself to be hurt, used, and tossed aside quite often. I am however, beginning to pull myself back from the friendship quite a bite lately... and so I am loosing that friendship...yes, it is an unhealthy one.. but it was still played a very major...daily role in my life.
My sight...it's just getting worse and worse. I am going to have to cut my hair to make bangs to cover up the bruises and scrapes from dumb me running into things. I don't want to be blind. I just don't want to. People say.... have hope... sorry, but there's 0 room for hope...it is an un-cure-able...un-treat-able eye disease... I am not going to look like a fool holding hope in my hands. Some say... "Life isn't so bad blind...at least you still have your family with you"... and yes...that is very true. I don't want it to sound like I'm saying I have NO blessings at all.. beacuse i do have blessings that other people beg God for. But what I am saying is that I just don't want to be blind. I want to raise my kids, I want to see my grand-babies...I want to see my daughters in their wedding gowns.... I want to see my husband turn into an old man... I want to see...
Last week, a new Gyp dog that I got in a trade murdered my favorite black and tan long haired Dachshund named Lulu. Just killed her for no reason. I sure lost a lot of desire to keep my Dachshunds at that point. I was able to hang on to two of my Australian Shepherds during the kennel clear out. Shaker, my canine soul-mate... and Stetson, one of the orphan puppies that we bottle raised from a week old on goats milk that we got from a borrowed goat. (some of you may remember me loosing Katie, their mother on mothers day and leaving me with a littler of 9 one week old puppies).
About an hour ago. My neighbor from around the curve showed up. He let us know that Shaker and Stetson were down at the other neighbors house today... killing their chickens
We have one day to find them new homes or they will be shot. I have pens made from 52" cattle panels, and inside they are wired with 2"x4" wiring. Shaker and Stetson climb out! I cannot keep them in for nothing. They spent the past 2 weeks in my horse trailer... I let them out several times a day to run...but they kept taking off and I would loose them for hours at a time. They have now figured out how to climb up the back of the horse trailer and slip out the small space at the top. OH! He's just too smart for his own good. So now Donnie is taking them off tomorrow to the breeders house where I bought Shaker from... I wish to God that I could find someone to sell the pair of them to before that happens... she's just a breeder...she's going to take them down to Canton, Tx. and sell them... not caring about what home they end up in. Shaker's hosuebroken and everything...he deserves so much better than that. But... I'd rather her to end up with them than to see them get shot.
I'm sorry to dump my depressing junk on ya'll... but I'm finding it so very hard to even find something to be happy about right now... my therapy for the past 5 years was always my little horses... but now even they are gone. My Shaker, he's going away, I just can't bring myself to go out there to see him... afraid that if I do, I'll start crying, and if I start crying, I really am not sure if I'll ever be able to stop.
Most of you know that I gave up my home and 9 acres...which also meant that I had to give up all of my miniature horses.
I also had to give up my Australian Shepherd breeding kennel... that was really hard because I had finally found my dog breed that fits my hearts desires ... and I just don't think you can get a cuter puppy that an Aussie baby.
Well then we moved over here on one acre... into a mobile home. I have given up most of my websites that I took care of because though I truely enjoy creating them, it was just getting too hard on my eyes to keep up with so many of them. I was spending too many hours on the computer and was getting horrible headaches from it.
Now I Have to give up my truck. Both my Expedition and my husbands F250. I LOVE my Expedition. I am as proud of it today as I was nearly 3 years ago when we got it. Just can't afford the payments anymore. I am hard-core to the bone marrow FORD...now we're dropping down to a 93 Chevy Suburban. OH!
My very best friend in the world... he's been like the only family I have since mine lives 300 miles away from me. My little brother and I were very close... I felt safe, and well taken care of when he was around. He moved to Illinois several years ago and left me here alone again with just my husband and my kids. So my best friend sort of stepped in his place... only... I'm an idiot because my "best friend" uses me horribly...and I'm so terribly desperate for that bond that I lost when my brother moved away that I continue to allow myself to be hurt, used, and tossed aside quite often. I am however, beginning to pull myself back from the friendship quite a bite lately... and so I am loosing that friendship...yes, it is an unhealthy one.. but it was still played a very major...daily role in my life.
My sight...it's just getting worse and worse. I am going to have to cut my hair to make bangs to cover up the bruises and scrapes from dumb me running into things. I don't want to be blind. I just don't want to. People say.... have hope... sorry, but there's 0 room for hope...it is an un-cure-able...un-treat-able eye disease... I am not going to look like a fool holding hope in my hands. Some say... "Life isn't so bad blind...at least you still have your family with you"... and yes...that is very true. I don't want it to sound like I'm saying I have NO blessings at all.. beacuse i do have blessings that other people beg God for. But what I am saying is that I just don't want to be blind. I want to raise my kids, I want to see my grand-babies...I want to see my daughters in their wedding gowns.... I want to see my husband turn into an old man... I want to see...
Last week, a new Gyp dog that I got in a trade murdered my favorite black and tan long haired Dachshund named Lulu. Just killed her for no reason. I sure lost a lot of desire to keep my Dachshunds at that point. I was able to hang on to two of my Australian Shepherds during the kennel clear out. Shaker, my canine soul-mate... and Stetson, one of the orphan puppies that we bottle raised from a week old on goats milk that we got from a borrowed goat. (some of you may remember me loosing Katie, their mother on mothers day and leaving me with a littler of 9 one week old puppies).
About an hour ago. My neighbor from around the curve showed up. He let us know that Shaker and Stetson were down at the other neighbors house today... killing their chickens
I'm sorry to dump my depressing junk on ya'll... but I'm finding it so very hard to even find something to be happy about right now... my therapy for the past 5 years was always my little horses... but now even they are gone. My Shaker, he's going away, I just can't bring myself to go out there to see him... afraid that if I do, I'll start crying, and if I start crying, I really am not sure if I'll ever be able to stop.