Archive | February, 2013

Katie Knows that the Grass Is Always Greener

27 Feb


Katie understands the unique challenges of being a miniature horse  or pony.

Dear Katie, I am a 48 inch Shetland pony.  My owner keeps saying that the grass is not always greener.  Yet I see greener grass next door.  What does this mean? Signed, Not Color Blind

Dear Color, the grass is always greener next door, and it means you should escape your fence and go eat as much of it as possible. Then your owner will believe the grass is greener.  If you need help getting out of your fence, email me back.  Good luck! -Katie

Katie Believes That You Must Work Hard to Achieve Your Dreams

22 Feb


Katie understands the unique challenges of being a (miniature) horse.

Dear Katie, I am 16 hand Thoroughbred horse. I live next to a miniature horse.  The miniature horse gets fed treats all day and just has to shake hands and bow.  I have to canter and jump.  This is not fair.  Signed, On The Wrong Side of the Fence

Dear Wrong, the miniature horse has worked hard to get where she is in life.  You, too, will need to do the same thing if you wish to stay in your paddock, do tricks and eat.  The miniature horse knocked over all her jumps and laid down flat in the center of the arena and refused to move.  You can do the same. -Katie

Katie Knows that Being on Camera isn’t All it’s Cracked up to Be

22 Feb


Katie understands the unique challenges of being a miniature horse.

Dear Katie, I am 35 inch tall miniature horse.  My horse friend is going to have a foal and she has a special stall with a foaling camera.  I would like my own stall and camera, too.  What can I do?  Signed, Want to be on Camera

Dear Camera, see that pony stallion two doors down?  There’s your answer.   However, I do not recommend this.  Having had a foal, I know it is a big hassle and not worth the camera. – Katie

Katie Understands that Life is not a Race

19 Feb


Katie understand the unique challenges of being a miniature horse or pony.

Dear Katie, I am 12 hand tall Shetland pony.  My rider has decided barrel racing is fun.  I do not like racing of any kind.  What can I do?  Signed, Slower than Molasses

Dear Molasses, you have the right idea.  Racing is work.  Your rider does not understand that ponies do not like to work.  It is hard to maintain  our extra weight when we work.  I would see how slow you can walk and not fall over.  Keep practicing until your owner retires you and gets a faster horse.- Katie


Katie Knows It’s Important To Chill Out

19 Feb



Katie understands the unique challenges of being a miniature horse.

Dear Katie, I am a 35 inch tall miniature horse.  I am very worried about global warming.  What can I do?- Signed, Can’t Chill Out

Dear Chilly, Global warming is a good thing.  It is caused by cows.  Grass grows better when it is warmer.  Do not worry.- Katie

Note: the opinions expressed in this blog post are Katie’s and Katie’s alone.

Katie Knows that Bigger is not Always Better

18 Feb


Katie understands the unique challenges of being a miniature horse.

Dear Katie.  I am a 29 inch miniature horse.  I notice you are giving advice to big horses.  I think you should not give them any ideas.  Soon they will think they should be in charge.  Signed, Napoleon

Dear Napoleon, a big horse will never be in charge of a miniature horse.  We are simply superior beings.  I am more worried about the ponies getting ideas.- Katie

Katie Knows That Wherever You Go, There You Are

16 Feb



Katie understands the unique challenges of being a miniature horse or pony.

Dear Katie, I am a 44 inch Shetland pony.  I am afraid a meteorite will strike my barn.  What can I do?  Signed, Fireball

Dear Fireball, I see you are in Missouri.  I used to live there and didn’t see any meteorites.  Only Russia has a big problem with meteorites, so If you don’t move there, you’ll be OK. – Katie

Visiting Einstein

15 Feb


Miniature Horse Magic
Even though we have miniature horses at home, my kids begged to go see Einstein, the World’s Smallest Stallion, when he was scheduled to appear in Bellingham at Village Books.

So we piled into the car, checked the forecast to see how low the snow level was in Bellingham and set off.  Snow brushed the high hills around Lake Samish as we wound between the foothills of Chuckanut Mountain.

We parked on a slanted street in Fairhaven with the wind blasting off Puget Sound and made our way into the bookstore.  It was already crowded at quarter til two.  We snagged a spot in the downstairs meeting room near some side bookcases as people kept filing in until a sardine would have had trouble fitting.
The sea of humans parted to allow Einstein, a tiny black and white horse, to be led in.  By the time Einstein came in, people had piled in front of us so we could not see much.  I snapped this shot before he disappeared into the crowd.  His owner waved a tiny hoofprint stamp that would be used to sign his book.

The faces of kids and adults and adults lit up with joy as they watched Einstein. I wasn’t prepared for this.  My horses bring me joy, but I thought I was just a weird horse-obsessed person.  A small miniature horse was bringing joy to hundreds of not-horsey people just by being himself.  He wasn’t winning the Kentucky Derby or doing much besides eating a carrot chunk.  He did shake hands and do tricks, but the smiles happened before his tricks.

Einstein would then go out to the green for pictures and petting in the brutal northwest wind.  We rushed out to get a spot.  We were fifth in the line, as others stayed to get their books signed.  Forget books, we wanted the horse!

They popped a red blanket on Einstein, who in true miniature horse fashion, planted his face in the grass.

We got to pet him and took pictures.  The line extended long behind us as people of all ages were eager to get close to the miniature horse.

Miniature horses bring magic to people’s lives.  They don’t have to do anything but be themselves.  They don’t need to win races, prizes or ribbons.  They have something extra above and beyond big horses- they have a tiny scrap of magic to make up for their short stature.

Read Katie’s Interview on Ride, Rope & Write

15 Feb


Due to the fact that I (Monica- Katie’s owner) am only slightly more technically adept than a miniature horse, I do not know if I can reblog the post from Blogger. So here is Ride, Rope and Write’s pony Cocoa, another equine who has seen it all, interviewing Katie.  I hope you enjoy it!




14 Feb


Katie has finished her dinner and moved onto breakfast, so this is her owner Monica pondering the current lack of Spring.

This is one of our chicks from last year.  We had a broody hen and no rooster, so we bought chicks at the co-op and slipped them under the banty hen.  She accepted and raised them as her own.  We’ve had chicks every spring for the past 6 years, but this spring the coop is full, so no chicks.  Our oldest hen is 8 or 9 years.  She doesn’t lay any more, but is the matriarch of the flock.  They have a coop in a secure former tool shed (with added roosts) so have been safe from predators.  They stay under the bushes when eagles hunt.