Post Equine Affaire…

Ohio Equine Affaire is now history. I was on hand Saturday to talk to folks as part of the Life’s Little Adventures Farm horse rescue and rehab. As an author I signed books and introduced many potential readers to the star of the next Backyard Horse Tale.

Love is a weanling filly when her story begins. She narrates her tale as a memoir that spans over thirty three years. She gets in one scrape after another and gets a new barn name while still a yearling. Folks who stopped to talk were given a handout to download a preview of the first two chapters of “Don’t Call Me Love.”

The target release date for Love’s book is May 20, 2017. “Don’t Call Me Love” will be available in paperback and hardcover. Due to the pirating of previous e-books, this tale will not be offered as an e-book. I apologize to e-book readers who actually pay for their reads, but it often takes several years to take a book from concept to print. During the process, author’s pay for editing, cover design, copyrighting, cost of ISBN’s, and printing costs. In the case of illustrated chapter books, author’s also pay the illustrators.

Sox’s tale is five years old and has embarked on a new adventure. Sox and I are working with elementary school classes and libraries to develop programs for young readers to improve their love of reading and writing. Young readers are given Sox’s Book to read. Discussion follows, and the challenge for the young readers is to jot down or write their ideas for a sequel. The question is what happens to our two main characters at a given future date.

Those interested in setting up this program contact me at

Other Backyard Horse Tales in the works, more on that in a later post.

Thanks to all our faithful fans, you light up our lives.

Keep an eye on the Backyard Horse Tales Fan page, for a special preview offer of “Don’t Call Me Love.


Jackie Anton

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Bella’s Disappearing Summer

Hello Everyone,

This has been a strange summer. I don’t mind the cool nights, but my humans have been closing my stall window a lot. Anna returned home from her winter digs the first of May. She arrived right in time for the epic flood. Check out my previous journal entry, for that story and photos. My point is that fences are still down on the far reaches of the farm.

My summer has been a crash course in, what my human mon calls, the basics. Oh yeah, take a took at the hair cut she gave me.

IMG_0405Doc told me that my long, thick, double mane would get tangled in the reins.

“What are reins?” I asked. Doc is the red colored guy at the back of our photo parade, and he wasn’t much help. He gave me a snort. then added “you’ll find out.”

I found out a few days later when sidelines were attached to the surcingle and snaffle bit that I had learned to wear.

IMG_0409  OMG! I got a little saddle strapped to my back last week. It was a small thing  and felt much like the surcingle. I didn’t have any problem with it, but Doc said it wasn’t a real saddle. “That English thing is a joke. Wait until you get your first western saddle.” I paid more attention to the saddle he wore over the next few days.  It sure looked huge compared to my first one. I hope that large saddle isn’t on my training agenda for a while.

 I have had the trot, canter, and whoa thing down for some time. Learning to walk on command  while working in my round pen was a bit harder. Now, my crazy human added the command to jog!

IMG_0423This is my human mom and dad attaching my side lines.

Everyone knows that Haflingers trot big, but I try to humor her. She seems happy with my efforts, and calls me a good girl. I like to be called a good girl, and enjoy all the attention. Here is a peek at my new jog gait.

  My workouts are usually pretty quiet, but yesterday our place was alive with other people. The children were running around outside my round pen, and their mom was hanging over the gate pointing the camera at me. I hope she got my good side. I was briefly distracted by all the commotion, but got right back to focusing on my lesson. IMG_0436I was feeling proud of my efforts. Then Doc told me, “This is only  the beginning.” I’m not sure whet he meant, or what is in store for me next. I will tell you what happens in my next journal.

Bye for now.


Note Smaller updates, and photo albums of Bella’s progress appear on the Backyard Horse Tales Facebook fan page.

2014 Weather Woes!

        It has been a long cold winter, and I have been home alone with just my human family forcompany. My name is Bella. I am three years old now, and my lessons were put on hold over the brutal winter months. I spent most of my time in the front paddock where I futilely dug through snow drifts looking for some grass to munch.

Spring finally arrived, WHOOPY! Grass started to sprout, but winter kept making comebacks. Anna returned home from her winter digs at the boarding stable on May first. I finally had some company. We were turned out together in the front paddock, and our human mom chased us around. We ran, bucked and had a good time pretending to be intimidated by the long whip that she waved at us. Then we were moved out to the back pasture where the grass was up to my ankles. My story should be all sunny and bright from here, right?
Not so fast, folks. Here is a bit of show and tell. I was sleeping when I felt water coming in my stall! It kept rising, and I was afraid that I would have to start hollering for a lifejacket. The water rose up to Anna’s knees. Since I’m a bit shorter, it was quickly reaching my tummy!




As soon as the water vacated the front paddock, our humans put us out while they worked on our flooded stalls. Once more Anna and I were restricted to the front paddock, it was the only one standing. This was what our work arena looked like for most of that day, and the other pastures too! IMG_0365

It is nearly 5 weeks since the scary water paid us a visit. Our barn is again clean and free of mud. Our humans first task was digging out my colt pen. It like all the side fences was buried under all kinds of strange, smelly, mud and debris. Take a look at the stuff on the fence.

We now have half of the back pasture and the side one open to us. The front is off limits, for now. I watched my humans sprinkle what looked like grain on the ground, a couple of weeks back. Now the front is getting real green, and I drool looking at it from my stall window.
Doc came home a couple of weeks ago, but my humans are into separating us so that my training can begin again. There is an update on the Backyard Horse fan page about my progress.
I will leave you with a couple of more photos. This is me last summer running around my colt pen. Jackie, my human mom, says that I am a right handed horse. Whatever that means? She is determined that I should be equally skilled to the left.

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Check out my new look! Jackie gave me the cover photo for the Backyard Horse Tales Fan Page.
I’ll be back to visit with you, in a couple of weeks.

Bye for now.

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