Post by Exceller Fund on May 24, 2007 15:53:36 GMT -5
Dear Exceller Fund members,
Here is a letter from Dallas about his recent apperance at the Virginia Legislative Trail Ride which was attended by the governor of Virginia, and the following day Dallas made a public appearance at the Bedford County Point to Point Hunt. It appears that Dallas is complaining that his "cookie" rations have been cut back since he was getting a little wide in the behind. Well Dallas, I'm crunching on a rice cake and celery stick, so there's not much sympathy from me. LOL! I also posted a "letter" of support that Dallas received from the CFH regarding his "cookie crisis."
To clarify the comment regarding the cows, around Easter time, I found a little plastic cow that goes "moo" and a round candy comes out of the hind end. (Ah, the things you can find at Rite Aid when you are waiting for a prescription!) I could not resist buying it and sending it to Lexi since she has always been terrified of cows!
Paul and Kelly said the appearances went well, and they have been asked to bring Dallas to the Equine Extravaganza in Virginia and again in North Carolina later this year. The photo linked below of Dallas is from www.grcphoto.com .
I have another Update that will go out very soon. Lots of activity to report including one adoption, and two pending adoptions! We have new horses and whole lot of story to tell! Enjoy the Dallas letter! We need to get him a book deal!
Bonnie Mizrahi
The Exceller Fund
818-429-3418
Hey everybody!
Once again it’s the warm sunny time of the year and I am just gorgeous in my new summer coat. All my winter woolies are gone and I’m a shiny, lean, mean Seabiscuit Celebrity Horse machine.
OK, I may a little challenged in the “lean” department I guess. And while I’m being honest, I’m probably not real mean either although my dinners lately make me feel pretty ornery. I can remember when dinner was an event – lots of delicious cereal to eat and linger over. Now I swear the humans count out like 10 grains of food and then hang my bucket. Why bother! And to top it off they told me The President said I couldn’t have any more cookies because my butt was too big! This is the Thanks I get for all I do for her I guess. And to think I even let her ride me!
But we do get lots of green grass to eat! We have a new pasture now that the humans made for us, and there’s lots of grass in it. Sometimes we eat on the new pasture and sometimes we eat on the always-been-there pasture. I have to eat lots of grass to maintain my stunning physique.
After a long break in my grueling travel and appearance schedule, I hit the road these past few days. 3 dinners ago I went with the humans to a place they called Leesburg to meet some folks, including one man they called “The Gubner” or something. I guess he’s probably related to The President somehow, but my humans said The Gubner had nothing to do with taking my cookies away. Lucky for him!
Leesburg was real pretty. I got out of the moving stall and got a drink, and then the male human took me to an arena so I could run for a minute. Then we played tag for a while – humans are sooooo slow and I can always catch him. He hopped up on me bareback for a while, and then it was Show Time! I got saddled up and put on my Super Biscuit clothes and the female human rode me around for all the people while the male human told everybody stories. He made everybody cry with the story of how I am such a good boy, but The President took all my cookies away. I even made my “Cookie?” face for the little humans, but all I got was handfuls of grass. The President must be a real powerful person!
We got home pretty late and I ate my miserable little dinner and went out on the pasture to find Lexi for the evening, then early the next morning we hit the road again! This time Lexi came with me! I was so happy – I like it when she gets to go to work with me. But trouble was brewing………
After a real short ride in the moving stall we stopped at a real pretty farm with lots of other moving stalls and horses and humans, and a bunch of fluttery buildings that had tops but no sides. Lexi and I got out, and the female human walked me away towards the fluttery buildings while Lexi stayed with the male human! I cried and screamed and threw a tantrum and rolled in the dirt and got filthy and cried some more, but Lexi and her human got saddled up and just rode away! They were gone forever it seemed!
I was in a nice little paddock-thing with my humans (except for the Lexi-stealing male human!) and our own fluttery building and had grass and hay and water (no, no cookies!), and I waited for Lexi to come back while trying to be nice to the humans who came to see me.
Finally Lexi did come back! She and her human had gone on a long ride, and she even came face-to-face with a WHOLE HERD OF COWS! She said they met the cows at a place where they had to ride through water, and they had to wait for all the cows to cross over first. I guess she’s getting more OK about cows now because she didn’t seem super excited about it – maybe its because The President sent Lexi a little cow that moos and drops candy out its butt. Seemed a little strange to me at the time.
Anyway, Lexi was all sweaty too, so we both went with the humans and got a quick bath and then went back to our paddock thing for a while to greet the humans and get rubbed on. Lexi had on a new purple bow and looked as lovely as I’ve ever seen her, and I was so proud to introduce her to my fans. The male human even told people that Lexi was my girl.
I got saddled up for a little while and the female human rode me with a bunch of other horses following behind us for a little bit. We rode by a long line of fluttery buildings filled with humans who took our picture and waved to us, and then it was back to baby kissing in our paddock. Lexi teased me and said I had an easy job, but I asked her what she was doing while I was racing like 69 times and making movies, and for once she actually shut up!
Well, that’s about it for now. I have a couple more appearances this year that I know of and I’m sure other things will happen that I’ll write to you all about. In the meantime if you think about it, maybe you all could write The President and demand my cookie restriction be lifted? Please? For me?
Dallas
WOODRIDGE FARM, Virginia
Apparently Paul must have snitched on me to the local "butt-in-skies" of the Cookies for Horses campaign. Here is the indignant letter they wrote! (All in favor of sending the barn fairy over to Paul and Kelly's to build an additional 6 stall barn so we can send more horses to better occupy Paul's time - raise your hand and say "Aye!")
Dear Dallas:
My name is Annabelle's Molly Melancholy and I am the ChairMare of Cookies For Horses (CFH). "Melancholy" is for the day I went without cookies... My human read me your letter and I am appalled! This kind of torture is exactly why we started CFH. Unfortunately, it can be difficult to educate your human.
Here are some of our usual suggestions.
1) Enlist the help of your pasturemates. When the human comes out, turn your butts toward him. (No, this isn't to emphasize any weak points in your physique - if there are any weak points, and I am skeptical of "The President's" assessment.) If the human doesn't get the message, walk away. Don't look at them. If this doesn't work, move on to Phase 2.
2) Pin your ears at anything that isn't a cookie. Halter: Pin ears. Lead rope: Pin ears. Nasty, stemmy hay: Pin ears. Curling your nostrils in disgust can also help get the message across. Don't forget to give them the "cookie face" in between mean faces. Sometimes humans don't get the hint easily.
3) If it isn't a cookie, pretend it eats horses. Humans get tired of this very quickly and will start to give you cookies to make you think the object is "friendly." Remember to make the right thing easy and the wrong thing hard. Even if you've seen a saddle every day, snort and run backward like it just zapped you. Continue to snort, paw, and stare. Eventually they will put a cookie on the saddle to convince you it is safe. A seasoned CFH-er can get several cookies in one session.
4) Refuse to get in the Box of Death, er, I mean "Moving Stall." Employ Phase 3 tactics, but up the intensity. Throw yourself from side to side if necessary. If the human rustles a pocket, briefly point your ears at the pocket as if you are interested. When they finally give you a cookie, heave a big sigh, lick & chew, and thingy a hind leg. When they ask you to move forward, assume Box of Death Stance. Remember, you have to let them think they are training you.
Oh, Dallas, we at Cookies For Horses feel for you. We have all been there. You are not alone. Remember that it IS about the cookie. Also remember NOT to hurt your human. We want and deserve cookies - but we believe psychology works better than physical punishment.
Good luck, and please tell us your success story.
In cookie-darity,
Molly
ChairMare
Cookies For Horses
Here is a letter from Dallas about his recent apperance at the Virginia Legislative Trail Ride which was attended by the governor of Virginia, and the following day Dallas made a public appearance at the Bedford County Point to Point Hunt. It appears that Dallas is complaining that his "cookie" rations have been cut back since he was getting a little wide in the behind. Well Dallas, I'm crunching on a rice cake and celery stick, so there's not much sympathy from me. LOL! I also posted a "letter" of support that Dallas received from the CFH regarding his "cookie crisis."
To clarify the comment regarding the cows, around Easter time, I found a little plastic cow that goes "moo" and a round candy comes out of the hind end. (Ah, the things you can find at Rite Aid when you are waiting for a prescription!) I could not resist buying it and sending it to Lexi since she has always been terrified of cows!
Paul and Kelly said the appearances went well, and they have been asked to bring Dallas to the Equine Extravaganza in Virginia and again in North Carolina later this year. The photo linked below of Dallas is from www.grcphoto.com .
I have another Update that will go out very soon. Lots of activity to report including one adoption, and two pending adoptions! We have new horses and whole lot of story to tell! Enjoy the Dallas letter! We need to get him a book deal!
Bonnie Mizrahi
The Exceller Fund
818-429-3418
Hey everybody!
Once again it’s the warm sunny time of the year and I am just gorgeous in my new summer coat. All my winter woolies are gone and I’m a shiny, lean, mean Seabiscuit Celebrity Horse machine.
OK, I may a little challenged in the “lean” department I guess. And while I’m being honest, I’m probably not real mean either although my dinners lately make me feel pretty ornery. I can remember when dinner was an event – lots of delicious cereal to eat and linger over. Now I swear the humans count out like 10 grains of food and then hang my bucket. Why bother! And to top it off they told me The President said I couldn’t have any more cookies because my butt was too big! This is the Thanks I get for all I do for her I guess. And to think I even let her ride me!
But we do get lots of green grass to eat! We have a new pasture now that the humans made for us, and there’s lots of grass in it. Sometimes we eat on the new pasture and sometimes we eat on the always-been-there pasture. I have to eat lots of grass to maintain my stunning physique.
After a long break in my grueling travel and appearance schedule, I hit the road these past few days. 3 dinners ago I went with the humans to a place they called Leesburg to meet some folks, including one man they called “The Gubner” or something. I guess he’s probably related to The President somehow, but my humans said The Gubner had nothing to do with taking my cookies away. Lucky for him!
Leesburg was real pretty. I got out of the moving stall and got a drink, and then the male human took me to an arena so I could run for a minute. Then we played tag for a while – humans are sooooo slow and I can always catch him. He hopped up on me bareback for a while, and then it was Show Time! I got saddled up and put on my Super Biscuit clothes and the female human rode me around for all the people while the male human told everybody stories. He made everybody cry with the story of how I am such a good boy, but The President took all my cookies away. I even made my “Cookie?” face for the little humans, but all I got was handfuls of grass. The President must be a real powerful person!
We got home pretty late and I ate my miserable little dinner and went out on the pasture to find Lexi for the evening, then early the next morning we hit the road again! This time Lexi came with me! I was so happy – I like it when she gets to go to work with me. But trouble was brewing………
After a real short ride in the moving stall we stopped at a real pretty farm with lots of other moving stalls and horses and humans, and a bunch of fluttery buildings that had tops but no sides. Lexi and I got out, and the female human walked me away towards the fluttery buildings while Lexi stayed with the male human! I cried and screamed and threw a tantrum and rolled in the dirt and got filthy and cried some more, but Lexi and her human got saddled up and just rode away! They were gone forever it seemed!
I was in a nice little paddock-thing with my humans (except for the Lexi-stealing male human!) and our own fluttery building and had grass and hay and water (no, no cookies!), and I waited for Lexi to come back while trying to be nice to the humans who came to see me.
Finally Lexi did come back! She and her human had gone on a long ride, and she even came face-to-face with a WHOLE HERD OF COWS! She said they met the cows at a place where they had to ride through water, and they had to wait for all the cows to cross over first. I guess she’s getting more OK about cows now because she didn’t seem super excited about it – maybe its because The President sent Lexi a little cow that moos and drops candy out its butt. Seemed a little strange to me at the time.
Anyway, Lexi was all sweaty too, so we both went with the humans and got a quick bath and then went back to our paddock thing for a while to greet the humans and get rubbed on. Lexi had on a new purple bow and looked as lovely as I’ve ever seen her, and I was so proud to introduce her to my fans. The male human even told people that Lexi was my girl.
I got saddled up for a little while and the female human rode me with a bunch of other horses following behind us for a little bit. We rode by a long line of fluttery buildings filled with humans who took our picture and waved to us, and then it was back to baby kissing in our paddock. Lexi teased me and said I had an easy job, but I asked her what she was doing while I was racing like 69 times and making movies, and for once she actually shut up!
Well, that’s about it for now. I have a couple more appearances this year that I know of and I’m sure other things will happen that I’ll write to you all about. In the meantime if you think about it, maybe you all could write The President and demand my cookie restriction be lifted? Please? For me?
Dallas
WOODRIDGE FARM, Virginia
Apparently Paul must have snitched on me to the local "butt-in-skies" of the Cookies for Horses campaign. Here is the indignant letter they wrote! (All in favor of sending the barn fairy over to Paul and Kelly's to build an additional 6 stall barn so we can send more horses to better occupy Paul's time - raise your hand and say "Aye!")
Dear Dallas:
My name is Annabelle's Molly Melancholy and I am the ChairMare of Cookies For Horses (CFH). "Melancholy" is for the day I went without cookies... My human read me your letter and I am appalled! This kind of torture is exactly why we started CFH. Unfortunately, it can be difficult to educate your human.
Here are some of our usual suggestions.
1) Enlist the help of your pasturemates. When the human comes out, turn your butts toward him. (No, this isn't to emphasize any weak points in your physique - if there are any weak points, and I am skeptical of "The President's" assessment.) If the human doesn't get the message, walk away. Don't look at them. If this doesn't work, move on to Phase 2.
2) Pin your ears at anything that isn't a cookie. Halter: Pin ears. Lead rope: Pin ears. Nasty, stemmy hay: Pin ears. Curling your nostrils in disgust can also help get the message across. Don't forget to give them the "cookie face" in between mean faces. Sometimes humans don't get the hint easily.
3) If it isn't a cookie, pretend it eats horses. Humans get tired of this very quickly and will start to give you cookies to make you think the object is "friendly." Remember to make the right thing easy and the wrong thing hard. Even if you've seen a saddle every day, snort and run backward like it just zapped you. Continue to snort, paw, and stare. Eventually they will put a cookie on the saddle to convince you it is safe. A seasoned CFH-er can get several cookies in one session.
4) Refuse to get in the Box of Death, er, I mean "Moving Stall." Employ Phase 3 tactics, but up the intensity. Throw yourself from side to side if necessary. If the human rustles a pocket, briefly point your ears at the pocket as if you are interested. When they finally give you a cookie, heave a big sigh, lick & chew, and thingy a hind leg. When they ask you to move forward, assume Box of Death Stance. Remember, you have to let them think they are training you.
Oh, Dallas, we at Cookies For Horses feel for you. We have all been there. You are not alone. Remember that it IS about the cookie. Also remember NOT to hurt your human. We want and deserve cookies - but we believe psychology works better than physical punishment.
Good luck, and please tell us your success story.
In cookie-darity,
Molly
ChairMare
Cookies For Horses