Karin Barga contributes to various online publications, writing about equines, canines & felines. She is a certified veterinary assistant with a career diploma in natural health care for pets.
It's been experienced innumerable times by countless equine lovers. Nothing is wrong, everything is rolling along splendidly, and then suddenly your best friend is gone. You are left with so many questions, and not near enough answers. "Did I do everything...
I finally did it! Mule mama said I could do it, my girl taught me and believed I could do it, so I just breathed and did it. Probably wasn’t the best I’ll ever do, but certainly wasn’t the worst at anything I tried this weekend. My girl achieved more...
About three years ago, my girl decided to try this “bareback” riding with me…once. I let her try it once. I didn’t like it. It felt weird and no, I just couldn’t let it happen. Let’s just say she was happy to have mule mama right there with her to hang...
When mule mama moved me to my new barn a few years ago, I fell in sweet, sweet love with a black and white, long-legged sassy gal. But even more than the love I had for her, I longed to be big and strong like the two tall, beefy Belgian draft horses ...
Guess what a really large puddle of water will NOT do. It will NOT eat this mule’s legs. It will NOT gulp me up and make me be no more. I can’t believe that!!! It’s just another one of those things that I’ve been afraid of for some super silly reason...
I am a proud and handsome john mule with a proud, handsome, john mule strut and I love nothing more than to hold my john mule head high, high, high in the sky when I tromp around in the pasture. I want everybody to see me and know who I am! Well, this...
I don’t know, maybe you haven’t read the rest of my story yet. I’m the kind of mule who tends to like to keep my girl all to myself. Sure, sure, I’ll share her from time to time with my draft horse buddies. I mean, let’s face it, I pretend to be one ...
I recently had the distinct honor of standing side by side with one of my dearest friends on a most difficult day. It started out great – we were sorting through tack and show clothes and talking about shows to come, just enjoying the beautiful spring...
Having a piece of my body removed was scary, I don’t care if I am “just a mule” to some people. Mule mama says it all the time, I’m not stupid, and surgery morning, well I knew something was up because the dad came with her to take me for a trailer ride...
Do you know what starts as a little bump under the skin and turns into a hideous glob the size of mule mama’s fist and red as a baboon’s behind? None of us did either, but mule mama didn’t hesitate to find out. In March 2012, mule mama noticed a little...
Already a member? Log in to vote.
