Author Archives: Whiskey Ranch-Horse

I’m pretty sure people know the sayin about what you should do if ya got an itch, although truthfully I’ve never seen a person get an itch like a horse does. I reckon that’s a good thing, considerin. And an … Continue reading →

Our horseshoein man likes to tell stories, so instead of snoozin while he files down my hooves, I like to listen to him talk, unlike a lot of humans, who truthfully I try not to hear. My favorite is the … Continue reading →

A couple people-days ago my belly didn’t feel so good. It was durin dinner time, after I’d already licked my bucket clean, and after I’d done finished up my first alfalfa course, but before my grass hay course. I figured … Continue reading →

Once upon a quiet County Island day, some men in bright carrot-orange shirts, with lots of noisy people-machinery, climbed into our corral and spent the morning diggin some pits bigger than the biggest pits a horse could ever paw into … Continue reading →

The damndest thing’s happened here on the County Island. Spring’s sprung, too, but that ain’t what I’m talkin about. Me, Coors, and Coors Light all got taken to camp, in the rollin white-horse box. Camp’s where we go sometimes when … Continue reading →

So. I told everybody about the “vampires” and “vampire hunters.” And yeah, I’m usin my ironical punctuation like I learned to talk with. If you know me at all by now, you know I couldn’t possibly make this stuff up, … Continue reading →

They’ve been bangin, and crashin, and hammerin, and shatterin shattery-soundin things, and carryin things from the inside to the outside, with great big ol’ piles of rubble, for weeks upon weeks now, the people that bought the empty people-barn on … Continue reading →

It occurred to me kinda recently that maybe not everybody was raised as a ranch horse, like I was, or if you’re a person, maybe you’ve never done an honest day’s work with a horse, so I thought I’d take … Continue reading →

Sometimes an undeniable urge will come upon a horse, and no matter where he is or what he’s otherwise doin, he’s got to satisfy it even if it means momentarily disobeyin his cowboy – or, in my case now, bucket … Continue reading →

Mostly, I like to express myself usin my words, well, also my ears, and my eyes, and my nose, and my tail, and my hooves, too, oh, and also my voice through my nickers, neighs, squeals and such, and tellin … Continue reading →