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The Value of Something

This post is brought to you upon inspiration from my new old ugly horse trailer. Yes, I’m serious.

My husband came home with my new trailer about a week ago. He has always known I’d like to have a three Horse with a small tack area, and a nose cone I could put an air mattress in and sleep. And here it is! I have to laugh because he kept telling me how old and ugly it was before he brought it home. He said he wanted to prepare me for what I was actually getting and not some built up image in my mind.

Which brings me to my point. The value of something is individual to ones perception. For example my husband thought I may be a little disappointed with my new trailer. When in fact, I am so completely happy. It is exactly what I hoped for. Sure it needs a door latch instead of the bungee cord that is in place now, and the back doors need put back on, and two boards need replaced. BUT I HAVE A HORSE TRAILER I ALWAYS WANTED!!!!!

I had a friend once tell me that I’m “always just so dang thankful!” And I’m happy that I have this outlook, because as Cliche as it may seem, I am thankful….for everything in my life. So don’t let someone make you feel bad for seeing the value of something in your own life that may not shine to others.

A mutt dog isn’t worth less than a pedigree pooch.

A state university education isn’t any more valuable than a hard knocks university education.

A suit and tie doesn’t mean more power than jeans and boots.

And an old paint peeled three Horse with a bungee cord door latch isn’t any worse than a brand new aluminum.

You yourself can only determine the value of something …..

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Greta Belinda’s New Pig Digs 🐷

Greta Belinda, our recently rescued Hampshire sow is settling In nicely. She is out of quarantine, and enjoying her own pen.

I took the above picture of her moments after she was allowed in her new enclosure. I can’t help but feel like she is smiling. She would stick her nose high in the air, smelling and then chugging a bit. She even has my husband giving her scratches when it’s feed time.

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Greta Belinda Gets Treatment, Medical, Emotional, And otherwise… 🐷

Our rescue pig, Greta Belinda, has become part of my morning routine. She is still in isolation due to having lice. We definitely don’t want to spread to the rest of the pigs. She saw the Vet Thursday and he gave her her vaccinations and dewormed her, as well as gave her a heavier duty lice treatment. He says she is as we suspected, about 150# under weight. So with better nutrition she should not only gain the weight, but her skin should clear up as well.

Every morning I take her two oranges when I wake her up. She sleeps so hard it amazes me! I usually have to poke her snout and say her name a few times until I see her soulful eyes open.

So we still have a rescue pig, named Greta Belinda 🐖😍😘🐷

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Hail to Pay 

So the HK Bar had a major hail storm hit about 1 pm today. Golf ball size hail, high winds, and a torrential downpour. 


I posted a video I took during the very beginning of it all. The hail was only about quarter sized at this point but coming down fast. 



My brand new Yukon, my Dodge, and my husbands Dodge truck are all battered….. 


The siding on our house has holes all over in it……


The three photos above are pictures taken four hours after the hail…still piles of it everywhere…

I immediately phoned all of our insurance companies on the house and vehicles. I asked husband to call in our crops damage (alfalfa total worth about 10k)…..for him to look stricken and tell me he had not yet insured for the year. *sigh* 

Such the life of a rancher.. BUT here on the HK we try to keep our eyes on the 🌈 rainbow…. so we are praying God provides us deductible 💰 money…. And saying thank you that all our livestock is accounted for, safe and sound. 

Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers. Pray for strength, pray for recovery, pray for patience and goodwill. 

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Life Today on the HK Bar

Today it’s cold(ish) and rainy. I have a severe head cold that is trying to kill me. I wheeze like I smoke two packs a day. (Never have, never will). Boo had a field trip to the Punkin’ Patch today. Does it make me a terrible mom if im so glad I didn’t sign up to chaperone? Mud and screaming children. Rain. Did I mention all that mud?  Yeah, sorry not sorry. 

So the little people did  chores and then came inside. They wanted to paint. I wanted to blog. So that’s what we have been doing! It has been the perfect activity this morning. Windows open and paint supplies out. 😊

Even Eli is lazy today.  He hasn’t been doing his wind sprints like usual this morning. He looks like I feel lethargic and fat. 

In other news my little Blitz Manny has graduated to porch duty. No kennel for this guy. He can finally be trusted not to eat the feather babies (chickens), chase cars (ok maybe the occasional ATV), or harass the cows and horses. I’m so proud of this guy . I’ve invited him in but he prefers to avoid Eli’s glare. So Blitz Manny is happy to be found on his bed on the front porch, usually curled up with his favorite flat, abused, blue basketball. . 

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So this is me checking in from the HK Bar. Peace and have a wonderful day!

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So I Fell in Love With A Death Row Inmate

I did. Fall in love. With the biggest brown eyes and toothy smile I have ever seen in my life. He is the typical tough guy, full of devilish good looks and rippling muscle. And a dash of mystery. His name is Tyson aka Jelly B Yellow, he is a two year old pitt bull mix. I agreed to foster him for a local (ish) rescue called Unleashed Rescue. He was on death row in Greater Kansas City Animal Control. I just couldn’t say no. 

I picked him up today, not knowing what I would find. All three of my girls in tow and a collar and leash to be filled. Let me tell you,  what I found was heart breaking. The smell about knocked me flat when we went inside the building. There were huge smokestacks to the crematorium outside. It was dark and I could hear dozens of cries from the back. This was definitely death row. 

I gave the bored worker my info, as well as the collar and leash. An attendant brought out Tyson. He smelled terrible… scratches and wounds adorned his body. Possibly cuts from trying to escape? From being handled roughly? I prepared myself to see a broken soul. Instead a smiling, tail Wagging, exuberant soul met me and the girls. He looked carefree and happy despite his condition. 

The forgiveness dogs offer has always amazed me. Here he was in deplorable conditions and he still wore a happy grin and fostered a bounce in his step. He was happy to see me. A perfect stranger to him. 

We got him in the car quickly. He sat quietly observing me. Blessing me with his contagious grin. And his horrible smell. I’m still wondering if I’ll ever get that smell out of my new Yukon. Oh well if I don’t. It will remind me how easily some people throw life away. How easily some souls are deamed inferior and dismissed so easily because someone got tired of them. Cast aside like filth and sent to death because someone suddenly decided they had no value. I took this photo minutes after rescuing him from death row. Those stacks in the back ground are from the crematorium. So close to death, and yet he smiles. Ironic hey?

The ride home was uneventful. He was quiet and  stared at me. Trying to make sense of his situation. Wondering if I’d be his saviour or his warden. I guess at some point he decided I was a good person. 

Got home, gave him a much needed bath and a meal. Poor chap is so thankful. He tried to eat Eli (our housecat) once, and tried to jump the two little girls. So I sit here with him on a leash for the while day. Yikes! This rescue business is work. In exhausted and this is only day one! How do people do this every day. Day in day out? It’s exhausting. Or did I already say that? But that smile is so worth it. 

After bath and meal we had a two mile walk and played with toys. He pulls on the lead. Not to be mean. No one has ever taught him anything. He’s a seventy pound puppy.

So that’s my story of how I Fell in Love With A Death Row inmate. He won’t stay on the HK Bar forevor. If circumstances were different he would be my forevor dog. But reality is not as such. The HK Bar will be a stepping stone, a place to rest and be loved. A short stop on his journey to his forevor life. I know as long as I live I’ll never forget Tyson. He has changed me. Forevor. 

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Up and Coming; Blitz Manny: Rescue dog

It has been awhile since I wrote a piece on Blitz Manny our almost two year old border collie that rescued me almost a year ago.when he came to the HK Bar he was a herding nightmare. He chased and killed chickens, he took cheap shots at the horses dashing in and out of their legs biting and barking all the while. He bellowed at the cows and played chicken with the Bulls. He wouldn’t walk on a leash- he would just fling himself about in blind fury. To say the least, he was a train wreck. But yet he is the sweetest soul I’ve met in awhile. He’s not in your face kind of guy. He has bouncy, contagious energy, and not a real mean bone in his body. Protective maybe, but not just outright blind rage. 

Cue to ten months of intensive work later and he now walks on a leash, respects the livestock, and has proudly been off live chickens as food for the past six months. He rides in the truck beautifully. He stays on the front porch and protects his farm. He barks and puffs up impressively when someone pulls in the drive. I love all these things about him! Like any good farm dog he owns his people and his job as overseer and protector. 

With Tucker and Bo having passed so recently and in such quick succession of one another, I feel blessed to be finding both dogs strengths in Blitz Manny. He truly will be one for the books. Hell, he already is at the tender age of almost two years old. I feel like a proud mom really having made this journey with him so far. 

HIs favorite things to do are ride in the truck with me, and chasing his basketball/football/soccer/baseballs/soft balls till he is lay down tired. He also really loves his girls. He is a gentle ball of energy if that makes any sense at all. He has an obvious distate for my husband. But I think that is the difference of heelers and border collies. A heeler will forgive rough handling and love their person blindly. A border collie on the other hand will remember harsh handling. They are no fools for sure. My husband is from the old school theory of raising ranch dogs. He is firm to a fault and any small act of disobedience is dealt with swiftly and harshly. (Never to the point it causes any physical injury, just a very stern approach). I on the other hand am of the school of thought that repetition and good reinforcement is the key. I don’t believe punish harshly when they do wrong, but praise excessively when they do right. I think this builds a stronger bond with me and my dogs. They want to work for me, they want to protect me, they want to please me. Not because I demand it, but because they come to see they want my approval. 

Anyhow, I am just so pleased with where Blitz Manny is in his journey as an HK Bar dog. Now we just need to work on not chasing the tractor when I am feeding hay, and then on to house breaking! He recently was invited in for a brief hour and he promptly lifted his leg and pissed all over our house cat Eli. I couldn’t help but laugh, but I won’t have a pee pot in my clean house!

What a little wonder dog our Blitz Manny is. I wish more people would take the time and energy to invest in a rescue dog. They really do deserve every opportunity in life. I’m so thankful my little guy has come to live with us. He makes me smile, he makes me proud, and he makes me realize I to can make huge strides and changes in my life toward the positive, no matter what. 

Cheers to Blitz Manny for transforming, and for transforming me.