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Hi Nat! Howdy? Your horse has cancer.

May 12 – 3 am – Brussels. The phone rings.

“Hi Nat. It’s Daniel. Virus can’t walk.”

Daniel, valiant Keeper of Virus the Schnookie Pookie and Peyote the Alligator when I’m away. Fantastic with my two aging Jack Russells but not so much with keeping track of the 7 hour time difference…

“What do you mean “he can’t walk?” I ask, suddenly wide awake.

“He can’t walk on the hardwood floors. He takes a step, then slips and he can’t get up no more.”

“Daniel, please go to Target, buy 20 bath rugs and put them all over the house.”

Virus le Schnookie Pookie

Virus the fabulous Schnookie Pookie

Same day, 6 hours later, still Brussels. The phone rings.

“Nathalie? Hi! It’s Anita. How are you? Toy has cancer.”

Not to dwell on cliches, but when it rains… Toy. Dinky Toy the Stinky. My little 27 year old horse. A happy Belgian retiree since my departure to the States, 17 years ago. The horse does nothing. He eats twice a day, goes to pasture, and he lives in a damn castle. I’m not kidding. He lives MUCH better than I do. That horse leads a charmed existence and has no right to get cancer.

“Nathalie? Are you still there?”


“Toy had not shed his winter coat so the vet told us to clip him. Well, that was a whole ordeal! We did what we could but you know Toy… He’s kind of clipped. Under all that hair, he did not look good. The vet is coming back later. Would you like to be there?”

When I arrive at the stables, I am truly horrified.

Dinky Toy

Had I seen the poor thing in a field, I would have suspected abuse and called the SPCA. The vet arrives and examines him. He says it’s Cushings Disease (which perhaps is NOT cancer!) He also says the horse appears very skinny but it is due mainly to his loss of muscle tissue. He is not suffering. If we manage to make him retain some of the food he scarfs down, he could still have a few years in front of him.

The next day, I visit him in the field. Out in the open space, he looks a tad better. But not much.

Dinky toy the Stinky

My instructions are: “The day you actually manage to catch him in the field, I guess that’s when we’ll have to start really worrying. Until then, you’ll just have to keep on running after him every evening…”

When I return to the States, the two dogs greet me at the door. The house’s hardwood floors are covered with bath rugs of varied vibrant colors. I guess I should have mentioned one color only, beige or black… but at 3 am, it just did not come to mind. I just hope that when my time comes to slip and fall on the hardwood floors, someone will love me enough to make that special trip to Target. I hope this person will have good taste.

The first hour

Baby horse Hafid Baske Afire’s first hour on Sunday morning…

Arabian foal out of the womb

15 minutes out of the womb

Foal getting first bottle

First bottle

Foal pooping

First poop

Foal taking first steps

First steps (all stallion!)

Foal napping

First nap

Foal licked by mare

First butt-lick

Mare and foal

First taste of love

A cowboy must love his egg

Cowboys may well be the ultimate machos still… when it comes to caring for their egg, they too can be delicate.

Cowboy with an egg

On the practical side, playing with a ball instead of an egg allows the cowboy to ride with a beer.

Cowboy riding with a beer

Then the cowboy must share a beer with his horse…

Horse drinking beer

and his chili and chips.

Horse eating chili

Dude, the life of the cowboy horse is just soooo hard.

Horse showing tongue

Where do I sign up for the cowboy horse reincarnation?

Delivery mojo – schmojo

After magically inducing labor for a lady client a day after her photo session, I felt eager to test my newly discovered powers.

On Sunday, I attempted to perform the same miracle for Paula, a seventeen year old very pregnant… Arabian mare.

Paula the pregnant Arabian mare

It did not work.

Paula the Arabian mare

I am bummed.


Sometimes, life just gets in the way of work. Having been around horses all my life, I intended to create a web site devoted solely to equine photography. That was six months ago.

Horse fight

Horse fight 2

I have now secured the name: nathaliewithahorse.com but I confess with great shame that this is about as far as I have gotten.

Tennessee Walker

Today for example would be a perfectly good day to get started… but if you were me, wouldn’t you much rather drive to a horse farm and photograph their studs rather than deal with HTML encoding?

Tennessee Walker with a mustang mane

I’m just sayin’…