06/10/2026
My little brother DM'd from Australia asking where all our ranch stories went...
fair question. we've collected five new misfits in four months
& documented approximately none of it like functioning humans.
so. catch-up time, especially if you're new here.
We've been living the chaos. Just not writing any of it down.
It started with CLANCY...
Our big Belgian gelding. 17.3 hands of golden retriever energy in a horse suit. He came to us in February with some significant rehab needs, especially in his less-than-gentlemanly hoof behaviour. But he's the one that low-key turned this place into something bigger than we originally planned. The kind of misunderstood horse that makes you want to do better by animals.
Then BRUISER joined the Bangarang Gang...
Kyle found this tiny orange menace among the trash at work. He fit in one hand & now runs the house. Bruiser has the face of someone deeply innocent & the energy of someone actively committing tax fraud. He promoted himself from barn kitten to indoor management within about a week & has had no regrets.
Then came the puppies. Again, completely unplanned...
Two skinny, collarless, clueless little chaos goblins wandered onto the property at around 5 months old. No owners came forward & one look at the state of them made it pretty obvious they'd been dumped.
The black one's first name just wasn't cutting his spunky little street-fighter attitude, so we went back to the drawing board. He's now ROCKY (Balboa). Naturally, the gold flashy one is APOLLO (Creed).
Rocky (aka Dilli Dally) is one smart cookie. Always doing perimeter checks on a ranch he absolutely does not own, following Oscar around like he's studying for his grown-up dog exam.
Apollo (aka Space Cadet) is a giant fluffy cloud with approximately 3-5 thoughts a day (all about loving you... & food) & the confidence of someone who has never once considered that things might not work out.
All the lost boys are vaccinated, wormed, flea & tick treated & booked to be neutered (next week in fact). They've come a long way from the feral little gremlins attempting to chase a Belgian draft horse around the pasture on day one.
.. & then last week, our newest arrival made HER entrance. Everyone, meet PAISLEY.
Named in the vet clinic waiting room, on account of looking like a little paisley potato. Got the lungs to match Brad Paisley too. She'll also answer to Princess P, Sweet P, or P for Parkour!
She's a dramatic woodland banshee opera child. Tiny & loud & deeply suspicious of literally everything. A cautious little calico who screams at the universe first & asks questions later. The size of a yam but with mighty opinions.
She also means I'm finally, FINALLY not outnumbered by the lads around here. Welcome to the ranch, Paisley gal. We needed you!
We'll be putting together proper individual albums for each of them soon so you can follow their stories. But for now, here's a quick look at the newest herd members. Chaotic, mismatched, completely unplanned & somehow exactly right to kickstart the sanctuary, increase the good vibes, decrease the bank account & just life the good life.
More soon. We promise. (My brother is watching.)
Cheers & good vibes,
โ B, Kyle & Sir Oscar (Prince of Barkness)
