Knowing Horses

I’m taking a break from one heart passion, my terriers, to my soul passion, the Horse.

First, I would like to take this chance to thank Vicki Ives and her daughters at KARMA FARMS for doing this thing I’m so madly ranting about.

We wonder why the world is so unconcerned about wild horses, the mystical antique breeds or just horses in general. I hope KARMA FARMS with their summer programs for children and adults continues to educate and impress our youth with the love and appreciation of these magical creatures. Not enough people know horses today, even in a little way. They watch them on video or read about them in books but they don’t know the truth of them.

Those of us who have touched, brushed, sweated, stroked, ridden or driven them know of their beauty, their strength and their gentleness. The modern person only sees them in two dimensions. We, the horsemen of the world, need to unlock the secrets of the horse to the children and the dreamers. The Passionate ones need to be awakened.

If you own a horse, open your world to others and show them the magic. Bring others into the world of the sight of their beauty, the touch of their noses and coats, the smell of their bodies and their sweat, the sense of their power as they bend to our asking. Put a child on a gentle horse. Take your friend to the barn. Let their fear pass into our love of this Magnificent Creature who comes to us so trustingly and willingly. If we don’t introduce people to our world, they won’t know anything but ignorance, fear and false lies told by others who fear our spirit animal.

Lies like they are only animals, they are stupid, they don’t care for their families and they don’t have fear or pain when they are taken from us. That they don’t feel pain when wounded.  That they don’t mourn for their dead. We must educate the children behind the computers and in front of the televisions. Without the support of these people we will lose our miracle that is the horse. They will pass into history and leave us alone in the cold harsh world. So take a friend to your horse, or a barn or a farm and introduce them to the wonderous creature we call our friend and partner.

If you don’t know someone with horses, take a riding lesson or go to a rescue and volunteer to help.  Learn their smell, their touch, and their spirit. You will be amazed at what you learn not only about horses but about yourself.



A month of highs and lows.

I didn’t mean to disappear from the world but my life has been complicated this month.

My dear Mother passed from us to peace and pain free on the 31 of Aug.  It was expected but we had hoped for a miracle.  I guess the Great Spirit needed her to help him.  She was 83.  The funeral was the eighth with family coming in some distance to attend.  It was a good gathering.  More a celebration than an sad day.  The following week was a bit hard, wanting to pick up a phone and call her.  Seeing her gifts around us.  But I realize that she is not here but has gone through the light.  She is no doubt surrounded by our relatives and her beloved pets.

Then came some good news.  My Novel is now live on, Its finally here!

The Homestead by Debi Cole

The unexpected inheritance of the old family farm takes Katie Brieten, a disabled woman Marine, and her little Jack Russell Terrier to a place of healing and discovery.. Her renovation of her Grandparent’s ramshackle home and property give her a new reason for living after the loss of her fiance and crippling injuries from Iraq. Then the discovery of a fifty year old murder mystery takes her into the dark side of a small south Texas town and puts at risk what she loves dearest and all that she’s accomplished.
The book is available from
, Apple Bookstore, Barnes&Nobles, Google Play and Kobo in ebook (Kindle and Nook) form for $2.99
It is also coming out in paperback through and for $14.99.

That same day, I went to the doctor and discovered that I have two broken toes.  This results in my wearing a ‘boot’ on the affected foot or 3 wks.  Somehow it just ruined my rush.

Luckily, most of the work I need to do on the book deals is from the house and I really have no hard need to be running around.  So, I’ll try to take the good with the sad and the depressing.  It will all work out, just not the way I was expecting.

See you soon.  May you have just enough rain for the flower to grow, and just enough sun to enjoy them.

OLD LADY RANT: Why should I register my horse?

OLD LADY RANT: The question came up on a horse list should you register your horse. In my opinion you should always register your horse with some organization if he’s eligible. And if the horse does show or compete be sure to inform the registry so they can add it to his paperwork.  It’s only fair to him. If he has to be sold later, those papers will prove his/her bloodlines for breeding, carry the show records including Competitive Trail and Endurance and even, in the case of BLM Mustangs, help find their home range. It helps secure a good future for him. Think about it. When you go and look at a horse what do you ask? Registered? check. Bloodlines? check. Show record? check. Is he sound? check. This can all be proven by good paperwork. How many times have we heard of horses someone saved from the kill pen only to find that they are old show horses (perfect for kids) race horses (barrel or jumping prospect) or royal bloodlines (even if you don’t breed). They were going to slaughter, no doubt, So how did they wind up there?
Here’s my story. You’re at a horse sale and see a pen full of Five chestnut mares offered for sale. All solid with some white on their faces. All fat and apparently sound. You can only afford one. Which one do you buy?
1. AQHA double bred King. 14 hands. kid gentle. no show experience. 2. ApHC and AIHR reg. Colida/Prince Plaudet bred 15 hands. Gentle and easy to ride. Some show experience and an endurance record. 3. AQHA Old Sorrel bloodlines. 15.2 hands Roping show horse. Good riding. Lots of wins and lots of money. 4. AQHA Impressive bred. 15.2 hands. no show experience. just a brood mare. She does carry HYPP gene. 5. BLM mare. 14.2 hands. Spirited horse for good rider. AIHR papers show she’s from Nevada. Has some show experience and won classes in Registry’s Natl show. Also, Competitive Trail Horse.
This makes it all easy. But take these 5 horses and put them in the same pen at an auction. Maybe some old cowboy can read the signs but how about you. 5 pretty mares. No history cause no one has their papers. So why don’t you give your horse a chance, spend a few dollars and git ‘er done. Oh, and be sure the papers go with the horse. Don’t send them to Mexico for slaughter on purpose.

Translation  AQHA  American Quarter Horse Association

ApHC  Appaloose Horse Club

AIHR    American Indian Horse Registry

BLM     Bureau Of Land Management  = Mustang.

Spooky horses and their parents.

This is a previous rant but I thought it was worth reposting.

OLD LADY RANT. I forget which trainer it was but it was someone with videos and such. I saw him at a seminar put on by TETRA years ago. Someone asked him about their spooky horse. Here’s a paraphrasing of his story.
A father and son were walking home through a cemetery. It was dark and quiet and they were holding hands. Suddenly from out of the darkness, a horrible screeching noise erupted. The father grabbed his son’s hand and yelled Oh, My, God. what’s that? Let’s run. So the ran and the boy was always afraid of the dark.
Another father and son were walking home through that same cemetery holding hands. Suddenly from out of the darkness, a horrible screeching noise erupted. The father looked down at his son and laughed. Look, son. Over there in that tree. See the little Screech Owl up in the tree? Isn’t it cute? C’mon lets go home and tell Mama. So they walked calmly out of the cemetery and the boy loved to go walking in the woods.
PS: This is not meant to hurt feelings or anything. I just started thinking about the message I was giving my horse. She always believed me and we soon began looking for our own screeching owls so we could enjoy them.

Old Lady Rants

Hi y’all.

I’ve decided to post on a blog because I have a bad habit of giving advice.  I belong to several lists where people post horse problems and dog problems.  So there will be various and sundry opinions coming from me.  I’ll try not to delve into politics or religions but I will rail against what I consider criminal and scurrilous actions by politicians and government officials.  Mostly it will be common sense, I hope.  So welcome to my world of Old Lady Rants.