5759 Twisted Ginger

She is alone. She is alone. Twist had been right there, she only looked away for a few moments when the human had brought her a biscuit of lucerne, because Twist is always right there at the rails opposite her when she looks up and where is Twist? Where is he? Yara whinnies, frantic, and kicks up loose sand as she abandons her meal and explodes into a trot, nose thrown over the railing. Where is he? Patrolling up and down the length of the yard ra...

— Tuesday, 4th of June, 2024 - 10:38 am —   Thanks for taking my call this morning, Jack. I know you've got your hands full at the rescue so I really appreciate the help! 10:38 am Of course, anything for one of ours. 11:31 am I'm just waiting on a response from her breeder, but it's an interesting theory. It could certainly explain the sudden onset of her anxious behaviours. 11:36...