Book reviews & first storm

I changed e-mails and my blog didn't go with me - so I haven't been blogging for a few months. Hope this one works!
My children's picture book, The Mutt & the Mustang continues to do well - within 4 months sold more than 1,300 copies -- ok, that doesn't sound terrific compared to what big publishing houses sell - but when you consider they were all sold by me, a boomer who lives in a small town in the Rocky Mountains than you understand why I think its great.
Reviews:
The American Dog Magazine calls The Mutt & the Mustag, "Truly a fantastic book."
The Coloradoan: "A beautiful book with a timeless message."
Okay, I won't bore you with anymore reviews - enough to say it's going great.

As I gaze out my window at sapphire blue skies and a bright morning sun illuminating a forest of towering pine trees so that their snow draped branches sparkle like a beauty queen's tiara I can almost forget the 90 mph wind gusts a few days ago that nearly toppled me to the ground as I carried hay and water to the horses in the barn.  Trudging through snow up to my knees as icy pellets struck my face I couldnt help wondering why an old broad like me is still doing farm chores while if I didn't have horses I could afford to be lounging by a swimming pool in Tucson, AZ during winter.

Oh well, when I rescued my horses, Rio and Raven I promised I wouuld take care of them for the rest of their lives. My mustang, Raven is 26 and because Rio was rescued from starvation by an anonymous tip somewhere in New Mexico, I don't know his age but my horse vet. thinks he is in his early twenties. (Horses can live to be in their thirties.)

All summer long I rarely see deer but as soon as temperatures plunge and snow covers the ground they start hanging around the horse's heated water buckets. There is a doe with green tags in her ears and a doe with red ear tags that hang together and a doe with a badly scarred face. Bucks must not be as hung up on beauty as humans as this doe with the scarred face has a fawn with her every summer.
All through winter - except during storms - Kody, dressed in a sky blue sweater gets his daily ride on Raven, "his" horse. Me, I'm a fair weather rider so won't be riding Rio again until spring.