Update on the Coble's:

Wow – what a crazy last few days. Let see I’ll start by writing about our weekend. Not that all of it was exciting news, but that some of it was just things I want to remember for a longtime to come.

Saturday:
On Saturday Ryan and his brother Sean went pig hunting down around Fort Smith. I was so looking forward to them bringing home a pig (for many reasons such as bacon, ribs, ham, pork chops, and did I mention bacon). Well much to my surprise I was informed that wild pigs don’t taste nearly as good as store bought bacon. But I don’t guess it matters much anyways because after a full day of hunting they did not catch a thing. Oh well better luck next time (which I think will be in January), so I will keep you updated on how wild hog taste.

Sunday:
Long Story. On Sunday we all got up to go over to my mom’s house early to feed the animals. While Ryan was feeding the horses he counted 5 of them, and discovered that little “Red-Head” (this is what Taylor named him) was missing. At first I did not think much of this because Red-Head is typically known to be a lazy colt (he is only about 3 months old). But there have been times before that I have found him just lying on top of the hill sunbathing while the rest of the horses are lined up waiting to eat. Well on Sunday after Ryan searched for him for a while he finally stumbled upon him, and before Ryan even got all the way to him he started hollering for me to call the vet. Poor Red-Head had been beaten up very badly, and poor Ryan hates horses (well he is just scared of them) and he was in the pin having to care for him. Meanwhile I was trying to keep Taylor away from everything because he would have been devastated if he had seen his baby horse looking that bad, and I was trying to track down a vet. Luckily we got a hold of Mary and Jonathan who came down to help us out.

Ryan and Jonathan had to load Red-Head up and carry him down to the vet in Fayetteville, and when they go there the vet told them that this colt had not been weaned yet and they had to go get its mother and bring it down also. This turned out to be a long day and probably more than my poor husband meant for us to bite off, but he always seems to amaze me. That poor horse was so badly hurt, but Ryan stuck in there with it. My mom’s neighbor came down to help the boys out and he kept saying that he would not even bother to take the animal to the vet because it was in such bad shape. He kept saying he would just take care of it himself (if you know what I mean). But Ryan absolutely was not comfortable with that option, and he wanted to get it to the vet.

The update from the vet was he thought the horse was going to pull out of it, and be okay. Great news!!! My brother-in-law Jonathan is so funny he has such a wild imagination and always has the best analogies. He said at one point, after they found out that Red Head was going to be alright, “he is going to look like a patch work quilt when they get him back together and his tail might not be in the right spot anymore but he sure is a sweet horse.” The vet said the horse probably got attacked by a pack of coyotes.

Ryan is pretty excited now because he is planning his first coyote hunt. Like I said he always seems to amaze me. One minute he can’t put a hurt animal down, but the next he can’t wait to take care of some nuisance coyotes.

Long story, but I always want to remember how brave, and caring my husband was in this instance. It really is the way that he lives his life daily but this was a solid reminder of why I love him so much. I love you sweetie and thank you for helping that poor baby animal and my parents out.

Really the only good thing that came out of this all was I got to spend the whole day with my sister Mary and Lucy. And not to mention I got to spend the whole day with her on Saturday also. Just like old times!!!

Monday:
Funny Story. Ryan picked out Taylor clothes for school and put them on the couch and when Taylor got to them he said: “It’s not a church day daddy. I don’t wear brown pants on school days only church days.” I love that little boy. He also refuses to wear his brown shoes on school days and Saturday’s.