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Rolling Dog Ranch

Here’s an audio slideshow and article I did for the most recent issue of the magazine. Check it out!



Point of View

blind animals see a world of possibilities


“They don’t feel sorry for themselves. They don’t want you to feel sorry for them. They just want a chance to get on with life and enjoy themselves,” says Steve Smith, who along with his wife, Alayne Marker, started Rolling Dog Ranch Animal Sanctuary in the mountains of western Montana. With disabilities ranging from cerebellar hypoplasia to spinal problems, paralysis and blindness, the animals living there have no shortage of obstacles to overcome.

But perhaps the biggest obstacle is people. “If there’s really any handicap any of them face, it’s more or less what people project onto that animal as to what they think it must mean to have that particular disability,” says Marker. “But they just want to love, be loved and get on with life, whether they’re a dog, a cat or a horse.”

And sure enough, Patti, a shepherd mix, doesn’t seem to care that she lost her vision to abuse. She adores people. And Cedar, a yellow Lab/husky mix blind from progressive retinal atrophy, doesn’t seem to mind that he’s now going deaf now too, from old age. He’ll just as readily come up to sniff your face and give you a little lick. In the cat house, an orange tabby named Herbie jumps from perch to perch, down to the water bowl and back outside through the kitty door. He’s missing both his eyes, one removed because of painful glaucoma, the other because it had shrunk and receded into his head. He makes his way to Cinder, a black cat who looks and acts as though she can see just fine. She rolls in the grass, and you’d never know her beautiful green eyes can’t see a thing.

The reasons for their blindness are as varied as their personalities, but they have all been fortunate to end up here. Around 40 blind animals now call this place home. Most lost their vision to diseases: glaucoma, diabetes, Rocky Mountain spotted fever. Others were born blind or became so at the hands of humans. Whatever the reason, the animals don’t dwell on it. While it takes them a little while to adjust to life without sight, Smith says most animals don’t have an ongoing problem with being blind. They adapt and learn to see with their other senses.

Smith cautions that blindness is not an end stage. “Once the eye is blind, people assume nothing more is going to happen. But blindness is often a point along a spectrum, and just because the eye is blind, that doesn’t mean the process has stopped,” he explains. Blindness is often a side effect of a medical condition that, left untreated, can be very painful to an animal, and could even become life-threatening. Often, animals need to have their eyes removed. “People have a hard time accepting it, but they’re so much better without them,” Smith says. “If they’re already blind and they hurt, take them out…. The only thing the animal is going to notice is that the pain is gone.”

Whenever possible, surgery is performed to restore eyesight, but so far, only two animals at the sanctuary have been candidates for the operation. Both had their vision successfully restored and were adopted into loving homes.

Nine years ago, when Smith and Marker left their high-powered corporate jobs in Seattle to move to the ranch, they envisioned a sanctuary where three-legged cats and wobbly dogs could live their lives in peace. Then, the first animal arrived: a blind horse.

Lena, a registered quarter horse, lost her vision from abuse at the hands of a trainer who, by tying the reins tightly behind her neck, was trying to teach her not to rear up. Repeated blows to the head, from falling over backward, severed Lena’s optic nerve. But today, Smith and Marker describe her as “remarkably calm and centered for an animal with no eyesight.” And everything they learned about blind horses, they say, they learned from her.

Since Lena, who still calls the ranch home, 25 blind horses have come through Rolling Dog’s gates. Most of them, though, became blind from disease. The most common are glaucoma and uveitis (swelling and irritation of the uvea, the middle layer of the eye), both of which are incredibly painful and account for about 70 percent of the blind horses that Rolling Dog has cared for over the years. Uveitis is especially prevalent in appaloosas.

Most blind horses are unfortunately euthanized or sold for slaughter because people, including many veterinarians, don’t think the afflicted horses can be of any use or have good quality of life. But Smith and Marker have debunked all the myths about blind horses in their years of working with them. They’ve proven that blind horses can go out to pasture and they can be trained to be ridden. A blind horse can’t live exactly like a sighted horse, of course, but with a few adjustments, almost anything is possible.

With around 60 animals now calling the sanctuary home, Smith and Marker don’t want the population to get much higher. “We want the animals here to feel like they’re in a home, not an institution,” says Marker. “We want to know every animal individually and treat them like pets, and we want them to feel that they’re in a family.”

As the warmth of the afternoon sun beats down on the yard, family members Austin and Charlie are playing tug with a stick, Spinner is sticking her nose in the air trying to decipher the smells around her, and Moose is drooling during an afternoon nap. It’s the life of a dog, and blindness doesn’t change that.

the return of Jimmy Utah

Some photos from our four-day weekend…

Eileen - Inquiring minds want to know, is this a new guy? (can't seem to find the other guy's blog blurb)

Sarah - Not sure what you mean by "other guy," but Jimmy Utah's first appearance on the blog was just a few weeks before this one, in January...

auntie molly - Now you know I must add a quote from the ever-elusive genius, Mr. Brown. "AWW! OTHER GUY!"

Sarah - Haha, I know! When I read that, I said to myself "awww, ud-der guy."

hot to cold

The day after returning home from Phoenix, I was heading to Boston. I’d never been before, but it seems like a fabulous city. Cold, but fabulous. I was there on assignment, but snapped a few photos of my own while walking down the street…

orange you glad winter is almost over?

70-degree weather in Phoenix was amazing… and so were the fresh-picked oranges. I am so ready for summer.

Kick-ass - FYI - The picture of you squeezing oranges is a favorite. And the Blue Moon with fresh oranges in it looks AMAZING...

Sammy Sumo

Miss you already…

(last photo by Molly)

Linda - Very handsome boy.

sledding FAIL

Molly and I attempted to go cardboard sledding last weekend. Attempted

Amy - love that last photo so much. They look like they are having so much fun playing in the snow!

Jimmy Utah

Jim - Whoa! I get my own blog post!? And with righteous photos that lend credence to such a lofty moniker no less! So, if James Mason is the guy who gets things done, Jimmy Utah must be the guy who has all the fun, no? Yeah, I'm a dork...

auntie molly - Hey how come you don't have a post dedicated to ME :( hahaha okaybai.

blue sky and red rock

life and lentils

And so the clock strikes 12 and such a small, everyday occurrence brings an entire decade to a close. Suddenly, I feel like I have 10 years to reflect upon… but sadly, I wasn’t really paying attention during the first five. In the years I can recall, each one could easily be summed up in just a few words. 2005 was a step forward, 2006 a revelation, 2007 a lesson, 2008 a fresh start, and I as I pour over the details of 2009 in my mind, only one word seems to stand out: emancipation. This is not to be confused with independence or freedom… while I feel I have had both of these things down for many years, the emancipation is something I have only this year been strong enough to muster. The freeing, not the freedom. These are two entirely different things. How can you have freedom before the freeing? Just trust me, you can.

Each new year seems to provide me with an ingredient for what I can only assume is the perfect soup. And while it will never be finished, because I will keep adding life’s lessons until I die, it will simmer on the stove until the flame finally goes out. Yes, I just called my life a boiling pot of soup… lentil soup, of course. So I look forward to all the good, bad, and ugly that will inevitably occur throughout the coming year. It’s all these little ingredients, perhaps disgusting on their own, that when combined with the others create the glorious, rich taste of life.

This New Year marks the fourth on this blog, and if you’ve been reading it that long, you know precisely how I ushered in 2010… with some friends, a spoon, and a can of lentils. While each year brings welcomed changes and adventures, some things should always stay the same…

Terrah - I like this and I think you have compared your life to soup or lentils before... I like it, though. Be slow, be present, be free. bwhaha. says zen terrah. cheers to an amazing year for you, your lentils and your dogs and those naughty birds and smelly cats.

birdscapes

I got a macro! Hooray!

whitney - nice...tate would like you to document his dandruff with that lens.

Jody - Now that you know I exist- I can comment and tell you how much I love your photos! Oh, and we got a copy of Trail Tails for Christmas! Hooray!

Sarah - Are you saying someone actually bought my book off the internet?! Wowee zowee! You're the best!

Melissa - Actually, I bought three Trail Tails for my family (including Jody), and I, too love your animal photos.

Sarah - holy cow! thanks so much!!