Deno's Diary Part 3, A new Chapter

[gothic**immortal]

Deno (proper name De Novo) was adopted by FHG posters in 2005 when one of them, Shebalator, rescued him from slaughter.

Then - 700lbs underweight with a broken jaw and multiple other ills.




2008 - still struggling with sarcoids but finally fit enough to have a light rider up for the first time so he could
join his mates on a jaunt round the local lanes



2009 - due to sheb’s declining health, a new home was sought for Deno.
A very brave ebayer named upthecreekyetagain ( very apt name I think you will agree) agreed to take him on.
So, now Deno lives in Surrey with the Creeky family, plus 3 lovely mares. He has 5 acres of grass and orchards to roam in and is very happy.



His sarcoids still remain a problem, but a new vet is investigating them further to decide on the best course of palliative care.
Visits can be arranged, please contact Creeky for more info.


Deno is reliant on fundraising and donations for his food, medicines and all the things that make his world that bit nicer.

His in-depth story can be found on his website http://www.denorescuedhorse.co.uk/
and there is more info (including how you can join in and help him) on Elphaba’s Me Page.

This replaces his previous diary thread that had become too cumbersome to load.
And to mark the start of the next chapter of his life.

New Deno supporters always welcome!

[guardpig]

Please 'cos it's ages since Ive done an MDCC auction(paypal addy thatis).  Know how to gift and that, thank you.  Can't email on this account but do receive the old Ebay thingies.

[barefoot.biker]

Pops in and 😮 ELPH 😮

:_| you couldave told me :_|

[therealandonlygenuinesantaclaus]

You should have a little envelope icon next to your ID at the top of the page, guardpig.

Click on that to read my message.

[*elphaba*]

Twas sheer luck I looked in at that moment, Biker

Took me a while to recognise him as he wasn't bending over to start with 😄

It was the best view I've had of Lulu's new friend too - what is his name?

[guardpig]

Thanks, read and sent and bookmarked.

[therealandonlygenuinesantaclaus]

Well done!

And thanks for supporting the 'osses!

:-x

[*elphaba*]

I had to stop and think myself, GP.     Karrit and polo money has just gone to Gothic's alter ego from me too

[guardpig]

It's been a very long but short year somehow.

[denoandposhneednosh]

can someone point out the camera link again, its vanished from my pooter, I blame christmas elves 😮

[therealandonlygenuinesantaclaus]

http://deno.viewnetcam.com/

[swampyrose04]

Ello

Forgot the Deno login!

:8}

Scatty Swamps strikes again teehee

[therealandonlygenuinesantaclaus]

Click on the envelope icon up there ^^^^^ swampy!

[*elphaba*]

I came in earlier just to bump this and got completely distracted by Mrs R........so just confused Smallest by yelling out "I didn't bump Deno!"

"No mummy, because he's a long way away and even you can't bump into him there"          😐

[upthecreekyetagain]

Monday 12th December 2011

5:50am

“Frank, Frank”, elbow felt being dug into ribs.  “wake up, the traffic is slowing down outside!”

“Oh, what, traffic, ay?”.  “What’s going on?  What time is it?”

“Quiet, listen”

Clip, clop, clip clop – five times!

Out of bed, clothes thrown on in random order, torch grabbed and a quick dash out to the front of the house.  Not much to see apart from traffic slowing down.

Fly through the house and out the back to see if the fearsome five are still in the orchard.  No sign of them and numerous shouts and calls of varying degrees of panic results in absolutely nothing.

By the time I return to the house Corrie, only out of hospital for a couple of days, has managed to throw a track suit on top of her pyjamas!  We scrabble around for the car keys - hidden under the dog food! – and jump into the car.

By this time the traffic has cleared, right or left out of the drive? – We turn right and drive for a mile, no sign of anything out of the ordinary for just gone six on a frosty Monday morning.  The radio is on, tuned to Radio Surrey, “reports are coming in of five horses running loose on the A217 near Horley”!

Past the house and head south – less than half a mile and over the brow of the hill we see a blue flashing light.  Hopefully the tyres aren’t too badly damaged as we pull onto the kerb behind the police car.  Jumping out I hurry across the road to the PC talking to a white van man.

“We think our horses may have escaped”

The PC asks, “Are there five of them?”

“Yes”

“I hit one of them”, chips in white van man, “I couldn’t avoid it”

Looking at the van the front wing is all dented and the wing mirror is no more.

With heart in boots I ask, “Where are they now?  Are they OK?  What happened?”

To be continued . . . . .

[upthecreekyetagain]

Ello

Forgot the Deno login!

:8}

Scatty Swamps strikes again teehee

The yard:-

http://deno.viewnetcam.com

The stable

http://denostable.viewnetcam.com:8080

Username: denoposh

Password: poshdeno

[shonafp]

creeky

you can't leave us hanging on like that ! 

i've got visions of carnage on the road - tho i'm hoping there isn't but you wouldn't have broken the news to us like that.

[upthecreekyetagain]

“Calm down, it’s OK – they’re safe”

“Come with me”, a firm and reassuring voice commands from behind me.

I am directed to get in the patrol car and driven back up the road towards the house.  We stop opposite a farm gate that appears to be the entry into a field.  It is still pitch black so difficult to see much apart from bits of police tape hanging from the gate.

“We managed to herd them into there”, says the PC pointing towards the gate.

I jump out of the car, forgetting to thank the driver, and run across the road.  I grab the gate to try and open it not noticing that barbed wire is wrapped all round the top bar.

“You’ll have to lift it off the hinges to open it”, says the PC coming up behind me, “oh and be careful of the barbed wire”.

Bit late!

At this point I realise I have left Corrie sat in the car – I’d better get back to her quickly before questions start being asked about the six inch wound running right across the front of her throat – don’t want to be mistaken for the mad axe man or worse!

The young PC, (I’m getting old), kindly drives me back to the car – by this time Corrie is out of the car and chatting to the other PC and the van driver.  She has swapped details and we are free to go.

Radio Surrey, “. . . the A217 is now clear of horses . . .”

That may be true but we still haven’t found them, nor do we know if the one that was hit is OK.

Corrie, who is now driving, drops me off at the gate to the field together with five head collars and lead reins, and returns to the house to get her sister to come and help.

Struggling with the gate I manage to lift it off its hinges with only a few small tears to my coat and hands and close it behind me.  Damn!  I have left the collars and reins on the other side!  By this time the barbed wire has ceased to bother me, oblivious of extra damage I open the gate, recover one collar and a rope and close the gate.

As I set off across the field the night sky is starting to lighten, dawn is about to break.  No sign of any four legged terrorists after five minutes of walking.

A few minutes more and in the half light I realise the field is “L” shaped and as I round the corner I can see vague shapes moving in the furthest corner.  No way of telling how many there are, can’t even tell if they are horses – let alone whether or not any of them are injured.

. . . . . . . To be continued

[barefoot.biker]

and???????

[**towery**]

yes and??????????????/

[guardpig]

and?