The Winner is........

I want thank everyone who signed up for the drawing of my little hooked rug; the comments were wonderful! I drew a name and the winner is:

gtyyup-Life at the Rough String Ranch!!!!!!

Email me your mailing address and I will get your hooked rug in the mail!

I wish everyone could have won but I only had one, but I was thinking that the next giveaway I have I will do a hooked dog rug. So be on the lookout for it....sometime!

Jane

Pictures of the Past II

I had intended to post this a few days ago but we had an ice storm, then snow so we were without power for 30 hours; some around here are still without power. We do fine when this happens because we have a very big generator and it will run the whole house. Mike got one this large several years ago just for that reason and we have power outages a lot out here in the country.
The above picture is a pen and ink drawing that I did in 1968 in art class at school. The summer before I had been to an Arabian horse ranch in Arizona when visiting family there.

This was from the same time period as the one above but this is a linoleum block print of a drawing.

This picture was taken on my way to the Homecoming parade in 1967, I was 16 years old. I had been in Arizona visiting an aunt and uncle for the summer. I had bought the Indian blanket and the new hackamore for Trigger. Boy, I sure did love that horse, he was my first horse; paint or pinto (deep red and white with two blue eyes)

This is the last picture of Trigger that I have. He was 17 years old and I had sold him to a family years before; he wasn't ridden then, he was just out to pasture with the cows. Our daughter Jennifer is sitting on his back and my niece Brenda is on the other side of Trigger. Trigger died the following year.

This is Copper the second horse I had and the little calf is Willie. Copper thought this was her baby, she never had a baby but I think she would have been a wonderful mom.

We bottle fed Willie and when he was finished he would turn to Copper and nurse! She had no milk but he thought that by working at it long enough he would get more to eat. That never happened; when he got older and much bigger he would butt her to let down the "milk", Copper finally said, "Hey, kid....enough already! It's time you are weaned." She kicked him a few times and that put a stop to nursing! She was very protective of him even when he was much bigger.

This is a picture that I had on another post of Copper pulling a sleigh. That was so much fun! Gilly you are going to learn to do this someday! If I had a sleigh and harness now this would be a good time to teach him, we had a lot of snow now!!

Copper when she was 12, she had filled out quite a bit by then but she was a small horse. Not near the size of Big Gilly.