A Canadian Slybaby

He sure does not look like a baby does he? This is Molson, he just turned two years old. His mother was a daughter of Docs Adonis, so he is a really well bred colt. Unfortunately, Molson was her last foal--so it is a good thing she did so well with him.


He looks a lot like Sly, doesn't he? Definitely in the face, and some expressions and mannerisms.
While he has the crazy hair, it is not the patented Sly day glo fro that so many of them have--he only has about a tenth as much hair as his daddy.
Carrie has no idea how grateful she should be about that!




He is not as tall as Sly yet and at this exact moment, certainly fatter than Sly. That is not hard, unless it is winter, then it is very difficult to be fatter than Sly. I was really thrown when I first saw Molson, it is just eerie how much the babies all look alike, and Molson really looks good. I cannot wait to see how he changes when he gets to the trainer, which should be in September, I think.


I have a whole other photo session of him, but have not gotten to those photos yet-- I know they are better though, with better lighting. Stay tuned

Transamerica 2008!

We have kicked off the first leg of the tour---we have been in the truck for the first 3 hours or so of a 30 hour drive, so we are 10% done!


We are on our way to A Cut Above Performance Horses near Edmonton , Alberta, Canada, with some precious cargo in tow. Miss Rondee and the very special Ding a Ling (soon to be name Sugar) are racking up the miles for such young ladies.
Ding has never been off the farm in her life--yet learned to load her hiney in the trailer last nite and is happy as a clam to be there. She will not even be two for another month, but she is handling all the disruption beautifully-- I have to admit I am a little surprised at that.

Rondee is not new to hauling, but she has moods where she is agreeable and moods where she is not. She is doing really well today, loaded up in seconds flat, settled in nice and quiet and promptly pooped up the trailer. That is to be expected though, although I wish they would not mess up my pretty shavings, I guess it is necessary.

Think this is going to be cushy enough for them? In some places it is over their fetlocks. It is a long ride, and they are on mats as well---and we brought the muck bucket to clean as we can--which is not the easiest thing in the world. I do not want to push my luck on such young girls with not much hauling experience by wagging the shit fork at them---I am actually kind of amused by this business. Normally, I open the door, tell whoever to get in there and don't hurt yourself, and then I drive off. I have hauled thousands of miles, but never more than 800 straight before. 2000 miles one way this time! And of course on those trips, I do nice--for going to the vet, an hour to trail ride or something--they do not get this kind of preparation--they just get in and we leave. I have to admit though that Barry got the trailer ready and he did a really good job.



One of the best things--these great buckets with sealed lids in which we can haul our own water. Our friend Shawn hooked us up with these several years ago, and they have been lifesavers. I do not however advise stepping on them as a means to get to the top of the hay stack so you can take pictures looking down on the horses (which did not come out right anyway)---when you do that, water shoots out the spout and up your shorts. Take my word for it.
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Funny so far: We just passed a billboard for a casino and it said "Over 900 hot Slots". Barry thought it said "over 900 hot SLUTS" and is looking for the exit.