BB’s Blog

bbBB is a lovely, intelligent Arabian mare. Life can be pretty quiet here and she had  become bored with the daily routine. We discussed this and she decided that she would like to give advice to animals who were having problems. Due to opposable thumb problems, I agreed to do the typing and computer work as long as I was allowed to give my opinion, too. BB reluctantly gave in to that demand, as long  as I kept my part brief.  I will put a post on facebook when blogs are updated. If your pet has a problem  for BB to solve please contact us on this web site. BB’s Blog can also be found in Holistic Horse Magazine, an excellent magazine about integrative care for horse and rider. See http://holistichorse.com/.

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BB’s in trouble

Dear Readers
I need your help. I have always been there for you to freely give advice, but now I am in BIG trouble. If you could just send Anita a note, or one of your e mail things to let her know she should not be mad at me I would really appreciate it. We animals just send thoughts to each other, so even send her a good thought about me that would help.
Here’s the first of the two events that happened:
Anita has been nagging (pun intended) me to write my blog. She even had the nerve to tell me that if I didn’t get a blog out my readers would forget me. She actually said that! As if that could ever happen. Now you know how humans don’t have much expression. She never moves her ears while we are talking. When you are talking to me there is little doubt about what I’m feeling from how my ears are positioned. Not so with humans, so they are harder to read. Sometimes, if I tell her something funny, her mouth changes and she makes a sound that’s kind of like a whinny, but the ears stay still.
Anyway, I told her I had my blog in mind and would get to it when I decided to get to it. No ear movement, but I sensed that she was not happy with my answer.
Okay, now for part two; the part where I got in real trouble. It has been pretty warm here lately, and Cordless and I were thinking of shedding our winter coats. It’s a good thing we didn’t because last night it got really cold and windy, and started to snow. Then little balls of ice started falling on the roof of the barn, making loud scary noises.
Our barn is quite nice. There are doors at the back of the stalls that are always open so we can go in and out to the pasture as we please. When I heard the scary noise I ran into the other stall. I heard the noise there, too, so I ran back to the first stall. I kept running back and forth, but I had to chase Cordless out of my way to do that. She finally just stayed outside.
I do regret to say that I didn’t think much about Cordless during my state of panic. When Anita finally got there to feed us (She claims that she got there the same time as she always does. Yes, she did, but that could be earlier if she tried harder) Cordless was wet and shivering, and had six inch long, thick icicles hanging from her face, neck, belly, and just all over, and a coating of icy snow on her back. She was still afraid to come into her stall, but Anita talked her into it. I was warm and dry.
Anita fed us and got Cordless dry and deiced, and I went to walk into Cordless’ stall to see what was going on. Bad move.
I didn’t have to see her ears – she was MAD – at ME! She made me stand outside in the wind, snow, and ice balls for a few minutes. She asked me how I liked that. I already had my ears back, so she knew I didn’t like it.
I told Cordless that I’m sorry. Now I have to act sweet and contrite in front of Anita for a few days. Sometimes life is hard, but I’m up to it. I will be writing that blog in a few days. Please send good vibes about me to Anita.
Thank you.
Love to all,
BB
Update from Anita: I was worried that Cordless would get sick from her ordeal, but she was fine at dinner time and came right into her stall to get her meal.

New cat in the home

Dear BB,
I am a beautiful, intelligent, somewhat independent cat, appropriately named Princess. I “run a tight ship” in our household and my humans cater to all my wants and needs in a timely manner. Recently they walked in the house together and the male human was carrying one of those nasty crates I have to ride in to go to the vets. I didn’t want to get too close, but I realized there was already something in the crate. On closer inspection I found it to be a cat. A CAT! I turned my back on them to show my disapproval and gave one of my endearing growls to reinforce that disapproval. I don’t know what they were thinking, but they then let the aforementioned cat out of the crate, and then — get this – fed it some of MY food. Needless to say I was furious. However I am very smart. I waited. I stayed aloof as I watched them both give this intruder attention and affection. When they got ready to get in their bed that night I made my move. I gracefully jumped onto the bed, looked the female human square in the eyes, and peed on her pillow!
I expected her to be humble and contrite. I was shocked! She used that very loud, annoying voice that humans can get, and told me that I was bad! As you can imagine, I was astonished. I marched to her closet, found the slippers she wears so much, and squatted down to pee on them. Now, BB, you have to give me credit for even trying to conjure up more yellow water, but this lesson for her was important.
Did she learn? NO! I can’t even believe this part. She picked me up, walked over to my bed and picked that up, and put me in the garage along with the bed. When she closed the door I used my own very loud voice, but to no avail. I have spent the better part of five days, alone in this garage. They take me into the house at times and I see that cat who caused my problems. Of course I growl (in a less endearing way now). As soon as I start to voice my opinion I am returned to the garage.
BB, you talk to the humans. Please tell me how to get through to these misguided people that they need to get rid of the intruder and bring me back into the home.
Call me “Princess in Exile”

Dear Princess in Exile,
Cordless, my research assistant, and I had to read your letter several times. We are still confused about some points.
First, we are not sure why you are being punished since you did not bite or kick anyone. Growling is not usually cause to be isolated. Of course you would be angry if they gave your food to the other cat. Who wouldn’t?
Second is the part about “jumped on the bed.” Maybe we just express ourselves differently. Our rooms are called stalls. We eat, sleep, and rest in our stalls. There is “bedding” in our stalls, so I guess that is what you are talking about. We don’t jump onto the bedding, we just stroll onto it. When we are out in the field and we have to pee or poop we just wander in and do our business. Anita cleans our stalls twice a day with a pitchfork. Cordie and I feel that she would miss doing that activity if we didn’t do that for her. We do want to keep her entertained. I even march through to poop piles and kick it around so she has to work harder to pick it all up. Just more entertainment.
We also found the word “pillow” to be confusing. Cordie takes her job as Research Assistant quite seriously, and she is very thorough in her work. She did not find anything about a pillow that would apply to our bed. Neither of us has ever seen a human’s stall, so we can’t figure out why a pillow would be on it. Wouldn’t you trip over it while you were walking around?
We shared the decision that you should keep acting the way you have been until they Get It. It also sounds like they should learn how to use a bed properly.
Good luck.
Note from Anita: There are many ways to introduce a new animal to the household to avoid problems like this. Call me if you need advice.

Jobs and Money

10/10/16
Dear Readers,
Before I get into my blog I want to thank you for all of your well wishes. The disease that attacked my eye seems to be completely under control. I take my Chinese herbs every day and have not had the need for any of the gooey medicine in it for over two months. My eye is clear and my vision perfect. I am very grateful.
This blog is very different than the one I intended to post. Anita and I could not agree on how to mend the issues, so we will leave that up to you.
Previously I wrote a blog based on a question from a dog named Nelson who was training his human to throw the ball, open the door, and so on. I received so many responses from my readers, especially ponies, that I was going to write a “How to Train Your Human” article. Anita was totally against that idea. Her thought is – you’re going to just love this – everyone should have a job to pay for food, lodging, treats, and other treatment. When I stopped laughing I asked her what her job was. She told me that she takes phone calls to help humans and animals resolve their problems, or she may go to barns to chat with humans and their horses, dogs or cats. Sometimes she travels around the country to teach other humans how to understand us. (I still don’t believe she fits in those objects I see flying high in the sky. She swears she does.) Big deal, right? How does this pay for things?
Anita told me that when you give value, you should receive value. A pony has the valuable job of keeping a child safe and doing his walk, trot, canter, jump stuff, and he is rewarded with the value of food, treats, and a good home. I asked what she got for working with the animals. You’re gonna’ love this, folks. She said “money” that pays for feed, hay and treats for Cordless and me. I didn’t buy that for a second. All that stuff just shows up as if by magic. It was her turn to laugh. I asked her to show me money. She reached in her pocket and pulled out a green, wilted paper. OK, green is good. I sniffed it and it was awful. I didn’t even want to taste it. Valuable? Hah!
I asked if Cordless has a job. Anita said she had a job as a race horse, but she got hurt and could no longer race. My mother, Briana was quite ill and about to leave her body and I would be here alone. Cordy was brought here to be my companion. She also chases any dogs that come in the field.
We stopped talking and I thought about all of it for a long time. I still don’t get the “money” idea. I guess that’s some weird human invention. We talked some more the next day. Anita said, “There’s more that we won’t even discuss. Taxes.”
I had her there. I know all about taxes. A halter, saddle, bridle, or harness is called “tack.” Two halters would then be called “taxes”. Don’t complain to me about the value of a halter. I don’t even think I need one.
I began to wonder and worry about something. Anita had a job, Cordy had a job, and it seemed like everyone else had a job. If I didn’t have a job would I stop getting food, hay, and the rest of life’s pleasures. I asked Anita and she said my job was to bring her joy – and I did it beautifully.
What’s that? The feed bin was just opened. Got’ta run………………

Dear BB,
I am a very beautiful calico cat. I am loving, intelligent, and brave, and my humans and I adore each other. I had not been feeling well lately and my humans took me to the vet. I screamed and hollered the whole way there to let them know I didn’t want to go, but they didn’t listen. I don’t know how they could have missed my message. They are usually pretty bright.
I was weighed, poked and prodded, and stuck with a needle. You don’t even want to know what they did with something they called a thermometer. The humans there were really all quite nice, but I just glared at them. The only thing I wanted to do was to go home, eat grass, and throw up.
I listened very carefully when my humans were told about changing my diet and giving me little white pills. I knew they had more sense than to do that stuff. I was wrong! BB, I think they are trying to poison me. I put up a big fight, but they jam those pills into me. The food isn’t really too bad, but I won’t eat it because…………… well, I don’t know why, but I won’t.
They tell me that they are making me healthier. I don’t listen. BB, how can I bring them to their senses and get my life back the way it was?
Unhappy Kitty.

Dear Unhappy Kitty.
My last blog was about a dog who was training his human. I received so many letters after I answered his letter that I was going to do more blogs about training humans. However, I’m going to answer you first because your letter addresses something that is going on in my life right now.
About four months ago I woke up and couldn’t open my right eye. It itched like crazy and felt weepy. Anita was alarmed and called the vet. We horses have the vets come to us. I’ve heard that waiting rooms at the vet’s office are awful. Well, having them come to you is no picnic either. Like you, I was poked, prodded, and suffered the indignity of the thermometer. I will say I never got weighed, so I don’t know what that would be like.
The needle I got was supposed to make me drowsy so she could look into my eye. Ha! I stayed wide awake, all four hooves planted, and nose straight up to the ceiling. You cannot believe all the cobwebs I saw in the rafters – and I was only looking through my left eye.
The vet told Anita that I had something called uveitis, but she did not believe I would go blind from it. That got my attention. I was both horrified and relieved at the same time. She gave Anita some gooey stuff to put in my eye and told her I should wear a fly mask. Like you, I thought she had more sense than to do that stuff. Like you, I was wrong.
Through the years Anita has slowed down a lot in cleaning our stalls. She suggests constantly that I do my “business” outside. Really!? Out in the open? I don’t think so. I do try to help by walking around my stall while dragging my hooves through the piles to spread it out for her. I never get a “thank you” for my efforts. Anyway, I thought that if I just stood in a corner with my head up she wouldn’t be able to get the gooey stuff or fly mask on me. Do you know what she did? She walked off and sat down. There I stood, nose up, facing a corner. I finally went to her and asked when I was going to get fed. She had the nerve to tell me I would get fed after I got the gooey stuff and fly mask on. I gave in, but we repeated that routine for days and days. I did not always need the gooey stuff, but I still stuck to my guns on standing in the corner. She kept telling me it would all make me feel better. One day I was out in the bright sun, looking through the mask and I realized that my eye was quite comfortable and it did not itch. My eye felt even better when I was in shaded areas.
The next time she came toward me with the mask I went to her and put my head down. You won’t believe this. She started to cry. I didn’t know what to do so I just pressed my head into her and stood with her. It was rather sweet.
This has been lengthy, but Anita told her friend Joan what was going on. Joan knows all about natural horse medicines and told her about some Chinese herbs for uveitis. Anita got the herbs and put it on my food. I love it!
When I first started taking the herbs I had to get the gooey stuff on my eye every three days. As time went on I went more days without it. Right now it has been over three weeks since I have needed it.
To my horse friends: If your humans want to know about this herb stuff, have them call Anita at 610 327 3820. There are herbs for most of our problems like Cushing’s, founder, abscesses, melanoma, and more. She’s pretty excited about these products.
What I’m trying to tell you, Unhappy Kitty, is that sometimes the humans do know what is best for us. Stop fighting and cooperate. If what they are doing does not work they will figure it out and make changes. They love us and want the best for us.
Time for dinner. Gotta run…………..

Training

Dear BB,
I am Nelson, a very beautiful, smart, big dog. TRAINING!!! I LOVE training. I could do it for hours.
I have trained my human to: open the door, go for walks, jump up from a sit position when I bark suddenly, give me treats, and my personal favorite, throw the ball. All I have to do is roll on my back and she goes right into the tummy rub routine. She nailed the butt scratch very quickly. I only had to back into her three times and she had it. Not bad for someone who doesn’t seem to understand a word I send her. You would swear she understands sometimes. She just looks at me like she knows what I’m saying. She even tilts her head a little. So adorable.
My human has some habits that I just cannot break. What is this obsession with toenail clipping? It doesn’t happen often, but she is relentless when she starts. Oh, and then the bath. Nothing is more humiliating than the bath. When I find something wonderfully smelly to roll on she goes right into “bath mode.” I’ve tried everything to break her of these habits, but she just doesn’t understand. I’ll keep working at it.
So here’s my problem: Agnes, the cat says I do too much training and it interferes with her sit-still-and-make-a-lap training. Agnes even says I overdo the throw-the-ball work when I won’t give it back when I return it. Manners, Agnes. Manners. She has to learn to say “Please” and “Thank you.” Don’t tell me, “Drop it” like I’m some dummy. Agnes just doesn’t get it, and I’ve given up trying to train her. I just eat her dry food and laugh.
BB, please let me know if I’m pushing my human too hard. She seems very bright and I love her so much and don’t want to hurt her, but I do like to show her off to my friends.

Dear Nelson,
My Research Assistant, Cordless, and I discussed your letter. Cordless – as she is always reminding me – was a race horse. She explained “Training” to me, and I was shocked. I am not a big fan of discipline, and this training stuff seems to be all about discipline. You are so lucky that your human has a good attitude and is willing to learn. Agnes, however sounds like she has what we call cattitude and not a good candidate for training. Stick with what you do well and just work with the human.
Cordless agrees with me that you are not pushing your human too hard. Watch her carefully to see if she gets cranky or depressed. If that happens you might want to back off for a bit, or give her more treats. You didn’t mention treats in your e mail. Treats do not always have to be in the form of food. When Anita is having a bad day we sometimes rest a chin on her shoulder, or nicker to her. She falls for it every time and we get the food treats.
We can’t say much about the toenail clipping or baths. We get our hooves trimmed every six weeks and it’s no big deal. We don’t need baths. If we’re hot we stand in front of the fan in the barn. Cordless does stick her head all the way down in the watering trough sometimes and blow bubbles, or put her legs in it. I don’t do that silly stuff.
Keep up your good work, Nelson, and your human will be a star.

What’s that?! The feed bin was just opened. Got to run………….

Animal Communications Workshop

Thanks for visiting the blog. I am quite pleased that Anita is having the workshop here. Sometimes she travels far away for them. She showed me a “plane” flying overhead in the sky one time and said that’s how she gets to some places. I pretended to believe her, but looking at that little plane, then looking at her, I know she could not fit in it. I could swear that she thought it was true. However, she can be gone for a few days and I do believe she is at a workshop. She always has someone come to feed us and clean our stalls, and she talks to us in our heads, so I know she is away.
I don’t actually know what goes on at the workshop, but everyone who visits seems to be in a good mood and enjoying themselves. Some of them talk to us and listen to our answers. It is a fun time and we tell them what is on our minds, knowing they are “getting it.”

From Anita

If you are interested in coming to this workshop in Pottstown, PA you can sign up and make a deposit on this web site on the Gift Certificates and Deposits tab. There is more information on the Schedule tab. If you have any questions please call 610 327 3820. The cost is $120 per person per day and that includes a vegetarian lunch. You can sign up for Saturday, June 11, Level I, or June 11 and 12, Level I and II, but you must have taken Level I before you can take Level II. Seating is limited so please sign up early.
If you would like to host a workshop please call me at 610 327 3820 for information.

Selling a pony

Dear BB,
My heart is broken. I can only stand in my stall with my head down and wonder what I did wrong. I am a pony. Maybe I’m not a raving beauty, but I took wonderful care of my little human. We started showing and getting ribbons in lead line, progressed to walk trot, and then earned ribbons in pleasure classes. We learned jumping together and brought home more ribbons. I kept her safe at all times.
My little human rode me less and less, then one day the trailer pulled up and a classy bay horse stepped out of it. I was put out in the field while my human rode the new horse, and they even went off to shows together.
Things got worse. Other little humans came and rode me. Of course I behaved beautifully, and appreciated when they offered treats. My heart is heavy as I tell you what happened next. I was led into a strange trailer and carried off to a new place. I am cared for very well. Several little humans ride me at different times and I am led around, but I am devastated as I wonder why I have been tossed aside.
BB, what can I do to go home?
Bewildered

Dear Bewildered,
My research assistant, Cordless wanted to handle your letter. I wasn’t sure she could do the job, but I gave it to her. I am very proud of the work she has done for you, and will be sure to give her more work in the future. Cordless did some telepathic interviews with some of the horses in your barn and she was quite good at it. I’m going to turn this over to her now.
Dear Bewildered,
Cordless here. When I was a yearling I went to something called a sale. I didn’t know what that meant, and I was afraid. Anita introduced herself to me at the sale and asked me some questions. Questions about how I felt about racing with my friends, my health, and my fears. She told me about racing and asked if I would like to do that. It sounded like great fun and I did want to do it. She said she would try to arrange for me to race and she would be a part of my life by talking to me in my head.
I did race a few times, and did well until the accident. After the accident I went to live at Anita’s to be a companion to BB. I’ve told you this to let you know that the humans should tell us what is happening so we will not be afraid.
I spoke telepathically to your horse neighbors and they told me that your young human got too big to look good on your back. I’ll never figure out human growth patterns. We horses get all of our growing done in four years. They keep getting bigger for a lot more years than that. Your young human loved you, but needed a bigger horse to ride and do all the things you taught her to do.
You have been sent to a therapeutic riding program to help humans who have problems. You have been honored!!! Not many of us are safe and gentle enough to be able to do the work you are doing. I know I get too jumpy at times to qualify.
Be proud of what you have been trusted to do and know that you did nothing wrong, but did a lot right.
Note from Anita: Please tell your pets of changes or call a communicator to do so. Let them know if you are going away, or if they are. It will make the transition easier for all involved.

Litter box problems

Something very unusual happened to start this year’s blog. BB received three letters that had similar, but slightly different problems. She will address all three in this blog.

Letter #1
Dear BB,
My human needs help. I have tried to get through to her, but she just doesn’t get it. We are a five cat household. I’m okay with that, except that one cat is a bully. I do mean bully! Look up the word bully in the dictionary and I bet there is a picture of him.
We have several litter boxes, all with covers Whenever I use any of the litter boxes Bully rushes in and corners me. Believe me, that is not a good time to try to defend yourself. I know lids can be removed from litter boxes. I had to get my human’s attention, so I peed in front of the chair she usually sits in. The only thing that happened was that I got in big trouble. Please let me know how to get through to her.
Non Lid Seeking Kitty

Letter #2
Dear BB,
Please help me. I am a sweet, loveable little kitty. My human is obsessed with keeping the litter box clean, which is really a good thing. My problem is that while I am using that facility she hovers over me, scoop in hand, ready to plunge in and clean after me. Sometimes I don’t even have time to cover all traces of what I have just done.
I started doing my business behind a table in the dining room so that I could have some privacy and concentrate on what I was doing. I got caught and now she watches me constantly.
What can I do?
Over Exposed

Letter #3
Dear BB,
I’m a cat. I play by the rules – as long as they are my rules. I always used the litter box because I wanted to. It had soft, sandy material in it to move around, and a good smell. My human kept it clean, so all was well. She got a new kind of litter recently and it STINKS. I tried to tell her about the smell, but she wouldn’t listen. I showed her! I got on the bed, right in front of her and peed.
That didn’t go well. I was really mad, so later in the day I went in the closet and peed on her shoes. Now I live in the garage.
How can I train this human?
Garage Dweller

Dear Kitties,
My research assistant, Cordless and I discussed your letters and tried to match your problems with our lifestyle. Each of our stalls would be equivalent to an enormous litter box. When we are out in the field and nature calls we just stroll into a stall, do what is necessary, and walk out again. The stalls are cleaned twice a day and we have no problems. Once Anita changed our bedding from straw to pine pellets. Cordless and I told her that we didn’t like the change. She asked us to try it for a week to see if we would like it later. We did that and decided we liked it more than straw. However, when she changed the hay we ate we didn’t like the new hay. We talked it over and she listened to us and got hay we liked. Humans usually do want us to be happy and will listen. Negotiate with them.

Non Lid Seeking Kitty you do have a real problem and should scream and yell even before being attacked by the bully. Let the human know you need to be protected. Humans like to take care of us when we are afraid.

Note from Anita: When a problem like these pop up it would help to check with a veterinarian. If there is no health problem, call an animal communicator to ask the cat to explain his actions.

A complaint

To BB:
I will not say “Dear BB” as I do not think of you as a “dear” at this time. I am furious with you right now and don’t think you will even post my mail. However, I feel I must let you know of my anger, and the anger of my feathered brothers
Last month you responded to a squirrel who wanted to thank the humans for HIS food handouts. The bushy tailed rodent acknowledged that there were bird pictures on the bag of food that he was stealing. You can’t tell me that he didn’t know this was bird food.
I ask you: Just what do these furry pests do for you? We bring music to you with our lovey songs. I will admit that the mockingbirds overdo it certain times of the year when they sing all night long, but the melodies are quite beautiful. The beauty of the music of the crow is in the ear of the beholder, but they do a good job cleaning up messes – especially messes made by sloppy squirrels. Colors! I am of the finch family. The goldfinch guys are beyond beautiful. Cardinals, blue jays, hummers, orioles, and others make you smile when you look at them. Squirrels? Gray or brown. Booooring.
BB, some of my feathered brethren eat ticks, mosquitoes, and other insects that bother you. What do squirrels eat besides stolen food and nuts? They don’t even eat all they gather, they just bury a lot of it, and then can’t find it later.
As I said, I don’t expect to see this on your blog site, but please think of others before you endorse anyone. We who read your words expect the best.
A Bird

Dear A Bird,
My Research Assistant, Cordless and I apologize for the displeasure you and the birds felt when you read the blog. We answer what is sent to us, but I see that we should edit more. There is that Freedom of Speech thing, but we will be more careful in the future.
I will say this however, if I get letters from ticks, mosquitoes, or annoying bugs, they will not be addressed or answered.