Author: Lynne Phipps

As winter approaches its final death throes, I find myself yearning to "fly the coop", like a hen escaping from a chicken coop. I am tired of being cooped up inside the house or inside myriad layers of bulky clothing. Although I do get … Read more

Today was like any other day: get up, get showered, get dressed, let the dogs out, feed the dogs, refill the water bowls, have breakfast, clean the dog run, vacuum the house, walk the dogs, go to my boring job, come home, feed the horses, … Read more

Midge, my 14-year-old dachshund, is stone deaf. She no longer hears anything whatsoever, and even though she has been this way for a number of years, I still have the habit of talking to her just like I did when she could hear me. I just … Read more

As the sun grew brighter and the days grew warmer, the horses and goats began to shed their thick winter coats. And as they did so, I noticed that Mama, one of our miniature horses, had gained a lot of weight over the winter. *I'm going … Read more

When we moved from suburbia to a small northern town in British Columbia, Canada, the house we purchased came with a drilled well that produced lots of clean, fresh water. We were thus not prepared when the following spring, the water … Read more

At the jail where I guard, there is a row of lockers to store our clients' personal belongings while they are in a holding cell. The lockers preserve their valuables and clothing from being lost or stolen until they are returned to them … Read more

Having begun training my young colt, Jesse, I am amazed to watch Jesse's brother Frank's behaviour toward his sibling. Frank is a cart horse. Since I desire Jesse to be a cart horse, too, so that he and his brother may eventually become a … Read more

I enjoy word puzzles. One of the puzzles that I enjoy the most involves finding words within a grid. A list of words is given, and those words can run up and down, sideways, or diagonally within the grid. Words can run forwards or … Read more

My young colt, Jesse, is the shadow of his brother Frank. At nine weeks of age, he copies Frank's movements both within and outside of the corral. When we take Frank out to be harnessed to his cart as we prepare to go for a ride, Jesse … Read more

Midge, my fourteen-year-old miniature long-haired dachshund, went through a long period of depression and sorrow a few years ago after she lost her hearing. She could no longer hear my voice. She didn't know what I wanted. She was missing … Read more