Why Da Slockbower Boyz?


Da Slockbower BoyzYou might da been wonderin why I would want a blog for ma hosses . . . well herez da story . . .

Dis is how I seez mah hosses talkin’, if dey could talk. In fact, dey do talkz ta me jus’ about every day. And I talkz ta dem, too! But I’ll switch inta human-English ta make it easier ta foller da story.

I am the happy owner of not one, but TWO very personable Off-Track Thoroughbreds, Monarch’s Reign and Detroit Iron. They are an endless source of entertainment for me and my friends at the barn . . . and even for my co-workers at the office, who have never met my “guys.” So I started a blog to share some of the fun with others, and also as a sort of diary of their escapades. I hope you enjoy reading about mah hosses as much as I enjoy being with them each and every day!

Slockbower? That’s ME!

In case you haven’t guessed, I’m the “Slockbower” in the name. It’s my last name. I’m an adult who had horses as a kid, but never found the time or the money for them as an adult, until December 2009, when Monarch came into my life. Since then, I’ve been pretty much inseparable from him, and now from his “brother” Andy as well. Read on, and learn about my horses, their adventures, and our life together at the totally magical place where they live and I come to life with them, Bits & Bytes Farm in Canton, Georgia.


Fofo and the Sea Horse

So Romeo the Sea Horse

So Romeo the Sea Horse . . . water by "Fofo Andy"

Fofo Andy writes:

Mom, I iz sooo sorry ’bout dat problemz wid da flooded barn aisle. Guess it really wuz an “isle” when I gotz tru wid it, wuzn’t it? hahaha. Dat’s a hoss laff.

I iz sorry. I could not resist. So Romeo, he had been tauntin’ me fer some time, callin’ me namez, snappin’ at my butt when I went by in da barn . . . so finally I gotz mah chance ta get back at him, and I took it! A hoof fer a hoof, dat’s what I say. Yes, I got out of mah stall during the night. Yes, I turnded on da water. And, yes, I left it on. (Actually, I’z not dat smart. I wuz lucky I figgered out how ta turn it on, ferget about me figurin’ out how ta turn it off!)

I admitz it. Dat water ran all night, right outside of Romeo’s stall, and he jus’ kept climbin’ higher and higher on dat pile of manure dat kep’ gettin’ smaller and smaller. His little island of poop wuz da only thing keepin’ his precious little hoofies out of da water in his stall. And we all wuz laughin’ big hoss laughs, all of us. We had to hush Audible, cuz her mule laughs wuz so loud we wuz shure she’d wake you up!

But I iz sorry, cuz it was your first time takin’ care of da barn all by yerself, and I picked dat particular night ta make such a mess. Now Elizabeth and Barry prolly think yer a dope, and dat’z mah fault. But, den, dey prolly knowz already you not too bright, cuz you putz up wid me and Monarch!

Luv and hoss kisses —

Fofo Andy