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Category Archives: cats

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.

Sammy Sumo

Miss you already…

(last photo by Molly)

sunday afternoon at home

It always blows my mind that when traveling by air, you can be in one place in the morning, and on the other side of the country a few hours later. I woke up in Atlanta yesterday, but after a four hour flight, a two and a half hour layover, another one hour flight, and an hour and a half drive home, I was back in my bed in the Utah desert. Weird.

I wanted to be productive today… go to yoga, maybe clean the house, but after a full day of travel, I was not up for any of it… especially considering I spent all day Thursday traveling out to Atlanta (it was a very quick trip). So I puttered unproductively around the house, ran some errands, and then found myself bored again at home. That’s when my animals come in handy. My household loves each other and provides endless hilarity.

blooper reel

Since Jeffrey let us put a frog on his head last year, surely a cat can’t be much different… right? Here are some funny outtakes of Jeffrey and Dido from a photo shoot a couple months ago (with winning shot at the end).

how to pee ice, and other tales from the Black Hills

I beat the weather this time. Well, sort of. Every year when I go visit my parents in the Black Hills, the weather wreaks havok on my plans. Two years ago, I spent the night in a community center when the interstate shut down from too much snow. With no intentions of letting that happen again, last year I chose to travel a month earlier, and by airplane. But of course, it snowed too much just before I arrived and the trails I wanted to hike were all closed. Then my flight out got canceled due to freezing rain and I was stranded at the airport for eight hours. This year, I would not let the weather win again. I opted to drive once more (for flexibility if the weather did plan to suck) and to leave yet another month earlier.

I arrived on Monday, promptly checked the weather report, and discovered I’d have one nice day of weather… Tuesday. So mom and I (and the dogs) got up early that morning and hiked Harney Peak (one of the hikes the weather thwarted me from last year), and I showed that weather who’s boss! Of course, the next few days were cold, windy, or snowy… but I had that one good day, so my trip was a success. The only incident that I hold any sort of contempt at the weather for is when I woke up at 3 am one night, about to wet the bed, and had to go piss outside in the freezing, snowing, wind. I should explain. See, my parents live in a tiny one-bedroom ranch house. They built a chicken coop last week and decided I’d get to sleep in it, rather than taking up their entire living room during my stay. So me and the dogs had our own lovely 12-foot cabin, equipped with an air mattress, space heater, and no chickens. Oh, and no toilet. I’d have gone inside the house, but their dog would bark and I didn’t want to wake up the house at that early hour. So I bared my ass and peed ice… for like two minutes straight. It was miserable. But peeing aside, the chicken shack was quite nice and will never actually house chickens now. It’s going to stay a guest shack… and a guest shack with no toilet. Let’s hope future guests remember to let everything out before they go to bed.

I know you’d all love for me to continue with stories of my peeing adventures, but here are a few photos from the week…

Zoe at Sylvan Lake after we hiked Harney Peak

Bill’s barn

Baby Shitty stalks like a lion when hunting horses

Clancy is cute

Bobert unloads hay while wearing one of the many hats in his new hat collection

Jackie and Jemma

Sue’s dogs

Zoe on the trail to Harney Peak

and Pumpkin

Tabasco

I have to keep this short, because I’m starting to cry again, but tonight, we had to put Tabasco to sleep. I’ve known it’s been coming, but it’s still hard to accept when the time actually arrives. He was diagnosed with an aggressive cancer tumor in his belly a couple weeks ago. But though the end was near, we enjoyed a wonderful last couple weeks together while steroids kept him feeling spunky and strong. I let him roam around the backyard so many times, he became spoiled and would try to sneak out whenever the door was opened… and he became the exception to my “no cats in the bedroom” rule. Needless to say, he’s been a very happy cat lately. He even cheated death twice when a vet tech came over to put him to sleep, only to be so happy and alive that we simply could not bring ourselves to do it yet. But then his muscular body became more and more boney, and the steroids started to lose their steam. When his spunk began to wear off yesterday, I knew I just had to do it before he really started to suffer. And so tonight my sweet boy went to sleep.

Sleep tight Tabber Dabber. I miss you, bud.

super cute

I haven’t really been posting photos from work the past couple months, so here I will remedy that with a few ridiculously cute ones to make you go “awww!”

Elias and Co.

Hannah and her cat

some photos

I know I have been seriously slacking on posting lately. I have plenty of stuff to post too… I just haven’t been posting it. But fear not, this will change. To usher the posting back in, here are some photos from the past week or so at work.