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A while ago a friend and I speculated that it would be great to create an airline just for animals. Someone finally developed one in the US called Pet Airways. Unless you have an animal that can go with you on the airplane, the prospects for travel by air haven’t been so good. This seems promising…
The website is http://petairways.com/
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ABOUT PEPITA
 This is the second in a four part series about Pepita the mule by Ann Walker.
I always felt Pepita looked after me but perhaps her single greatest act of devotion to me was when she came to my rescue when I was under threat from a large black ram. He had been hand-reared on a bottle but was no longer the cute little fellow with a curly black coat that his owner had fallen for but a powerful and arrogant ram with a pair of intimidating horns. When he outgrew suburbia and terrorized his owner he came to live with us. A move he found very acceptable – so many more people, both two and four-legged to bully and dominate. My youngest son took refuge from him in the dam once and even Molly, our boldest stock horse, backed off when she saw he was squaring up to charge. Pepita was the one creature on the property he respected. This puzzled us all for she was extremely sweet and gentle and I never saw her bully any of her paddock mates.
One sunny Spring morning; the animals in every paddock had just been fed hay and I walked across to remove Pepita’s rug. Halfway back, hampered by the horse rug I carried, I saw that the ram had left his hay and was eyeing me as he squared up for the charge. I knew that this was no idle posturing and realized I had no hope of reaching the fence before he did but if I hurried I could get back to Pepita. I knew he would not touch me if I stood close to her. As I ran I wailed (rather like a bleating lamb) ‘Save me, Pipita!’ She looked from me to the ram, took in the situation instantly, her long ears flattened on her neck, her top lip curled back from her teeth and she galloped at him, head lowered and menacing. Everything about her said ‘Leave my Mum alone – or else!’ He got the message, turned tail and ran for his life. Pepita walked calmly back to her hay giving me an affectionate nudge on the arm with her muzzle as she did so. I heard the soothing words in my head, ‘Don’t worry, dear, I’ve dealt with him.’ Knowing how much she enjoyed her food I was deeply touched.
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The image of Anne wailing ‘Save me, Pipita!’ had me laughing out loud!! Thanks so much to both of You for the giggle!
The phrase “Don’t worry, dear, I’ve dealt with him” brought tears to my eyes.
I had a similar thing happen last summer. I brought a friend into the pasture where I was boarding my horse. He shared it with two other horses and a very large goat. The goat lived in there and not with the other goats because he would sometimes charge and knock people down, and they couldn’t have school kids in petting the goats with him around. He was really very sweet, just territorial. I did not realize that my friend had never been around large animals and once inside the pasture, she got very frightened. I think all of the animals sensed this as they all started acting up a bit. The goat attempted to charge her and I caught him, holding him by his horns in an attempt to give her time to get to the pipe fence and over it. He broke free and I watched him bearing down on my friend from behind, helpless to stop it. But someone else intervened…the 30 year old horse in the pasture, an arthritic guy who doesn’t move a lot, saw what was happening and ran and cut the goat off, allowing my friend to escape. Reason 942 that I love that old fella.
Also: Pepita is beautiful!