The Eddy O Blog

My friend Tibby

I really missed my friend Thibodeaux this week – we call him Tibby. He hasn’t gone anywhere but he had a bad accident in the pasture the other day and I haven’t been able to play with him because he needs to get better.

Tibby is a miniature mule and he is the best buddy ever. Since I was just knee high to a grasshopper, he and I have played together. Sometimes my mom calls him Eddy Haskell because he gets me into trouble some times. You see my mom sometimes lets us loose in the barnyard while she is cleaning stalls or doing stuff at the barn. Tibby always moseys over and backs up to her to get a good scratching on his bum. He is very polite and sweet to her and tells her how lovely she looks. Then, we wander over to the grass by the ring or behind the barn and when she isn’t looking, he says: “Run, Eddy” and we will go over to see what the neighbor’s horses are doing or just go exploring and my mom will have to come and get us and take us back home. I never do that stuff without him but maybe he doesn’t always start it. Sometimes, mom would let us both go out with her when she went riding on either Guilty or my horse mom, Dixie. We would just follow them and Tibby and I would run loose and buck and play and eat along side of them all over the farm We could really make mom laugh.

Tibby is a miniature and is very small – a lot smaller than any of the horses here. But that has never stopped him from being one of the group. Infact, Tibby sort of runs the place and can move any one of us away when he wants something. He is very determined. My mom says he is all heart. Everybody who comes to visit us loves Tibby. He is usually wandering around the barnyard and greets the visitors. Sort of like our farm mascot. I mean, I am very cute too, but not like Tibby. Everyone uses words like funny, sweet and adorable to describe Tibby. Boy, has he got them fooled. He is so brave and I don’t have to worry about dogs or anything when he is around. The only thing I know of that bothers him is his fear of men. Someone was very mean to him before we knew him and he hasn’t forgotten that. But now, he is very happy and loved. I sure hope he gets back to his old self really soon.

March 12, 2008

A red letter day. That is because I was born on that day and according to my human mom, that was a day to remember. She calls me her bright spot because I arrived during a very sad time for her.  Thanks to me, it turned out to be some of her best days ever. I made her smile and laugh every time she saw me and pretty much still do.


 I was born exactly one week after her father died  Now, that is a story in itself because my mom and Aunt Julia were making all the preparations for my arrival. They had a whole kit of stuff and had researched and read all about it. They were ready with plastic gloves up to their armpits if they needed it. They were “going in” if I had any trouble finding my way out. They planned and checked and rechecked the list and then my mom got the phone call about her dad and had to leave for Michigan just days before I was due. Boy, my Aunt Julia got really nervous thinking she was going to have to go it alone. But, my real mom, Dixie, decided to wait until my human mom got back. She just barely got home and my real mom went into labor the very next night. Turns out my real mom handled things just fine on her own.  When my human mom checked in on Dixie I was already there laying in the straw and looking back at her. I am pretty sure the word “perfect” came up when my mom called my Aunt Julia to tell her about me. Aunt Julia rushed right over at 4:00 a.m. to meet me.  I took my first steps while they watched me. My mom, Dixie, let me know they were our friends and even showed me off to them. She let them do all sorts of stuff to me. They had their hands and fingers all over me. I mean all over me. Nothing was sacred. I heard the term “ imprinting” and come to find out, that is what it is called and they do it so that I wouldn’t be afraid of them as I grew up. Like I could be afraid of those two.

My mom, Dixie and my dad, Yukon are both very handsome paint horses so it was inevitable that I would be such a good looker. They were going to name me some really cool  symbolic Indian name like Moonshine because of the big white blaze on my face. My human mom said that was all she saw when she peered into the stall and saw me for the first time and it looked like a big bright slice of the moon shining in the dark. Also, our farm is called Stillwater Farms because they used to make moonshine here a long time ago. So, that was going to be my name. But then with my grandfather’s death I was named after him because he was on my mom’s  mind so much.  His name was Edward, his children called him Poppo and he lived in a little town called Owosso and his birthday was exactly one week after mine. So, I ended up being called Eddy-O. Suits me, don’t you think? I also have my official registered name of BBs Royal Portrait for when I grow up and have to act dignified. Now they just call me Eddy. I think they must have liked me so much they named Spaghetti-os after me because I hear “Oh Oh it Eddy-O” all the time, just like the commercial.


Anyway, I thought it was about time to introduce myself as I am already 2 years old this month.  My mom keeps talking about having to get serious about schooling and training and stuff.  Something about the terrible two’s. - whatever that means. I can assure you there is nothing terrible about me. I will let you know as we go. I will also fill in the gaps from the past two years in the near future. So much has happened and I have some really great friends and teachers here in our herd that you really must get to know.

Eddy-O is 2!!!

I just had my second birthday this week. My mom says I am growing up too fast. That I am not a baby anymore but that I will always be her baby no matter how many birthdays I have. I measured in at 15 hands and am a very handsome lad if I do say so myself. I take after my dad a lot although my real mother, Dixie definitely cannot deny me. It is just that she is a girl horse and I am all boy.

 My dad, Yukon is a real James Dean kind of guy.  Mommy Dixie tells me about him sometimes and we have his picture at the barn. Mommy and dad have a really romantic story and I know she still thinks about him especially in the spring time. I am pretty sure she would love to give me a little brother or sister and give her a good excuse to go visit with Yukon again. He lives a little ways away from here and she got to spend 6 weeks with him on their honeymoon. They had a wonderful 40 acre pasture to hang out together in. 11 months later – here I am.  I was sort of a miracle baby because one vet told my mom that Dixie wasn’t a good candidate for having babies.  It is a good thing my mom was determined and got a second opinion. Boy, did we show them. My mommy was the best. She took really good care of me and was proud to show me off to the humans who came to see me. 

For my birthday, I found a surprise apple in my morning feed.  The weather was so lousy that my mom decided to wait a day to celebrate with my friends. The day after my birthday the sun came out and everybody got a carrot in their feed and there is a new big bag of oatmeal and apple cookies for everybody this week. My mom got me and mommy all spiffed up for pictures and my farrier came out and gave us a pedicure. Darn if the battery wasn’t dead on the camera. That means that I will get fussed over again – The things you have to do when you are popular.