BARN DANCE IBD

Sinopsis

This collection of musings and essays includes the nine species that live on the farm: A small herd of horses, led by the Grandfather Horse, ancient and failing, and Bhim, a rescue mini who is both untrainable and indispensable. Add to that a family of llamas who love horses, and goats who are the fool-proof cure for a Type A personality. There are two Welsh Corgis who sing the songs of their people so ho-woo-ling-ly loud that they both ended up in the &ldquo,Corgi Witness Protection Program&rdquo, before landing here. Then there&rsquo,s the human, bewildered at being sixty, the most awkward age imaginable. And finally, Edgar Rice Burro, long-ear sage, eternal friend, and nothing less than our farm&rsquo,s moral compass. á Edgar: My name is Edgar Rice Burro. I&rsquo,m her inspiration. I&rsquo,m also the publicist for Prairie Moon Press. I got the job because I have the loudest voice, and I&rsquo,m not afraid to use it. Also, I&rsquo,m not afraid to tell humans what to do. I&rsquo,m helpful that way. Me: I am the human and I used to think I had a thin veneer of control on this farm. I might have been exaggerating. Edgar: My human finally took my advice and put my handsome face on a book cover. She&rsquo,s slow on the uptake, but she gives a good ear rub, so I&rsquo,m patient with her. This book will sell like cold carrots on a hot day. Me: I do the hard jobs for Prairie Moon Press. I wrote the book, for instance. I paid for everything. He just came in at the end and brayed about it. Like it was all his idea. Okay, maybe it was. Edgar: This book has stories about all of us in the barn. And the barkers and mouse-killers that live across the paddock in the human-barn.á Even goats, and if she let goats in, she has very low standards, but like I said&ndash,my human gives good ear rubs. Me: We&rsquo,re a farm that also fosters and re-trains rescue horses, as well as rescue dogs. The book also includes memories of those who didn&rsquo,t stay with us forever but are still part of the extended herd. The thing that they don&rsquo,t tell you about rescue is that it&rsquo,s an inside job&ndash,I think I&rsquo,ll probably always need it. Edgar: And when my human wants to rant&ndash,and she does love a rant&ndash,about being an awkward age, whatever that means, she calls herself an old gray mare. Something I respect, by the way. Me: That song about the old gray mare doesn&rsquo,t mean what you think it does. Edgar: Okay, look into my eyes. Now it&rsquo,s my job to say, &ldquo,Buy this book!&rdquo, But how can you resist? There are words and stuff, but the cover is the real deal&ndash,photos don&rsquo,t lie! Intelligence, sincerity, and donkey scruples. I&rsquo,m irresistible. á