Two years ago, when I named Capri, I chose the name because she reminded me of a little brown goat: nimble, quick, smart, sweet and irresist...

They say some people miss entering heaven by 18 inches, that is, the distance from their head to their heart.  Those are the people who can...

          May 2013 be the year that your Wildest Dreams come true!

Since the day that I removed Belle's number tag she has become more relaxed and happy with me when I pet, scratch, rub and make a pest o...

Wild mustangs fresh from the BLM corrals almost always wear a tag printed with their personal identification number on a length of stiff, wa...

I've been enjoying the contact with Belle's hind end, but somehow it just isn't enough for me.  I'd much rather be at the ...

A couple of months ago, in an almost desperate attempt to get my hands on Belle's lovely hide, I started brushing her rump and the top o...

Some of the best advice I've had regarding gentling mustangs is to not "want it" so bad.  Don't want the first touch, don...

On a blustery Wednesday evening six weeks ago, Rick had the shortest, wildest ride of his life.  Capri, the sweet chocolate-coated mustang m...

If only I'd had my camera on me tonight, I would have the cutest video to share with you.  Rick and I were badly in need of a ride, and ...