Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Heart

My Dear Barbaro, continue to fight the good fight. You have the heart of a champion. God bless you and all your caregivers. Hang in there, Big Boy. We love you.
Janet Bindas, 53; Walnut Creek, CA, United Statesposted on 2007-01-17 12:35:02



Janet,

I have the heart of a champion, and the foot of a cripple.

Thanks,

Bobbie

Doggie...

Sweet Prince, have a wonderful healing rest, munch away on the lovely Lael grass and have dreams of carrots and peppermints. Big SMOOCH and doggie kisses from Brady.
Rosemarie & Brady; New York, NY, posted on 2007-01-16 18:35:20



Rosemarie & Brady,

I hate mints. Also, tell your dog to back up. If he tries to kiss me, I'm going to go Chuck Norris on his fuzzy behind and kick him into next year. I also doubt your dog could give two craps about me. He'd like to chase me into an electric fence, and that's about it.

Bobbie

Mrs. J's grass.

Wonderful news, you gorgeous Barbaro! We are praying for your continued recovery, we know you'll remain UNDEFEATED if you listen to what Dr. Dean tells you. Keep eating Mrs. J's grass!!
Mercy Turano, 54; Tampa, FL, posted on 2007-01-16 18:44:23



Mercy,

In case you hadn't seen the race, I lost...I thrashed back leg. Some other brown horse won. I'm trying to lay off Mrs. J's grass, it makes me see tracers.

Barbs.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Thk U

My Wonder Boy-Sleep well? Can't wait 4 update!My heart so heavy since 1/10.Pl.take it 1 day @ a time,gr8 Warrior.Think.only gd.thoughts surround. by lots of pray.4 u.Take care.Luv u-xo.'Talk in PM'
Peggy; MI, posted on 2007-01-16 12:24:51


Peggy,
I M Hrt. Thk U 4 UR Gr8 Letter....I am not a warrior. That's Ron Artest's job...he's a Tru Warrier.

OOXXO

BRBRO

Take me to your leader...

Champion Barbaro,a nation of beings love you,send you healing.There is no race you cannot win,no winner's circle you cannot own.Stay strong!All good thoughts are with you.Heal,hoof,heal!
Brad, 59; Portage, WI, USAposted on 2007-01-15 22:22:42



Brad,

Leave the messages for the crazy cat ladies. Your Star Trek collection is getting dusty.

Nanoo Nanoo,

Barbaro.

!!!!!

Please Get Well Barbaro!!!!!!! We All LOVE You!!!!!
Patty, 52; Oak Hills, CA, United Statesposted on 2007-01-16 02:25:58



Patty!!!!!!

I'm dying!!!!!!!

Barb.

Thanks Dr.

PLEASE GIVE BARBARO THE SUPOER HE NEEDS-THE SLING-HIS LEFT HIND HOOF HURTS HIM AND HE NEEDS THE SUPPORT OF THE SLING SO THAT HE WILL NOT PUT TOO MUCH WEIGHT ON ANOTHER FOOT-THIS WILL CAUSE LAMINITUS IN ANOTHER FOOT -
MARGARET TRASK, 47; BEAUFORT, SC, USAposted on 2007-01-16 03:21:30



Margaret,


Yeah, give me the supoer. Whatever that is. Thanks also for letting people know my back foot hurts, I'm sure the fact the it's rotting off wouldn't give any hints. You're a genius...I applaud your efforts to inform the public on what's going on with my "sling"

Barbizzle.

Crazy Lady....

Angel Barbaro and Dr. R. loving companions. Angels On Earth. Who are love, bring love. Affirmed. My Sentimental Friends. My Love, Dee Mirich
Dee Mirich, 40; Merrillville, IN, U.S.A.posted on 2007-01-16 09:19:00


What are you talking about? Dr. R. and I are NOT loving companions, although, I am strapped to a harness..and couldn't really escape should he try something.


I know that you and Dr. R. are not giving up. You are the light that shines so beautiful. Creating rainbows. Affirmed. My Sentimental Friends. My Love, Dee Mirich
Dee Mirich, 40; Merrillville, IN, U.S.A.posted on 2007-01-16 09:21:43


Rainbows? If you want to see rainbows, you need to come a little closer, that's right....closer, right behind my good back hoof...closer.


P.S. Dee, as many letters as you've sent me not one has made my hoof stop rotting. Please go feed your cats.


Bobbie.

Tweedle Dee.

Music uplifts the mind, heart and soul. Affirmed. My Sentimental Friends. My love, Dee Mirich
Dee Mirich, 40; Merrillville, IN, U.S.A.posted on 2007-01-16 09:27:23


Dee,

You're insane. Affirmed.


Barbs.

Needs me...

Please get well soon. America loves you. We need you in this world.
Gwen Starstrom, 55; Poughkeepsie, NY, USAposted on 2007-01-16 09:51:43


I'm not sure what city you live in, but you need to get out more. The world has a ton of horses, they really don't need one with a bum leg who can't even give children rides.

P.S. I'm not getting well....ever.


Barbie.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Update!

This is not a medical update, because my hoof still hurts, and is rotting off...I just thought I might tell you folks some things about horses.

1- We're the same creature that put Chris Reeves in a wheel chair, and ended up doing more damage than good for Superman.

2- We kick numerous kids in the face every year at district fairgrounds everywhere just because they get to close.

3- We bite...for no real reason.

4- Somepeople find us downright frightening to ride on...because well, see the Chris Reeves thing.

5- We helped carrry explorers and speed up the spread of disease to most early Mexican civilizations and most of the Western US. Someone had to carry those small pox infested blankets.

6- If dogs were as fast as horses, or capable of carrying a human...people would ride dogs instead...I promise you.

Let's look at one other thing; People, you're rooting for me to recover so I can get back out in the pasture, and get my "stud service on" If you think that the Dr.'s will ever allow me to put weight on my back two feet so I can actually stud myself out...you're crazy. There will be a device, and a latex glove involved, no physical horse love. If you think that my Bobby sauce hasn't already been collected and isn't waiting in ice somewhere to make Bobby Jr.'s you're not real smart. There will be lil' Bobby's whether or not I live.

Thanks for carin'

Barbs

Love lifts us up where we belong.

This has been the most uplifting story this year. I pray that his condition will improve, he can't have come this far for nothing. Hang in there, Barbaro, we're all praying for you.
Marian, 60; Angleton, TX, u.s.posted on 2007-01-10 16:15:10


Marian,

I have not come this far for nothing. I give thousands of women in their 40s and 50s something to live for. Keep in mind, however, if my hoof was rotting off in the beginning, and it's still rotting off....well how far have I really come? "Hang in there?" Was that a sling joke? Funny. You people make my day....really.

I honestly thought the dude who threw himself over the kid in the subway train was more uplifiting...but if a story about my foot rotting off gets you smiling, then, well, you go.

-Bobbie

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

'Git Yer Frisk On'

Oh baby boy! What lousy luck! But we're glad your medical team is the best in the world & knows what to do! Don't worry - you'll soon be frisking with the ladies!
Bev McCartt & The Hip Dog Crew; Winter Park, FL, posted on 2007-01-10 11:56:04




Bev, and Hip Dog Crew,

Yeah my team 'Knows what to do' In case you hadn't heard...my foot is rotting again...but yeah, they got this one. I won't be frisking anything anytime soon. Frisk you very much.

P.S. we don't call it frisking...we call it 'gettin saddled.'

Bob

Very Punny.

Not glad to see the laminitis is still kicking up. Come on guys. You can do it.
Mae, 70; San Francisco, CA, USAposted on 2007-01-10 13:10:46


HAHAH "Kicking up" You're a riot. One day I hope I'm the glue that sticks your butt to a toilet seat for 7 hours.

-Mr. B

Doc Genius

hi my gallant fighter-you and Doc Genius together will surmount this setback,you are a champion and a heart to match, with the "greatest humans" on the planet..the Jacksons. We all love you, fight fight xoxoxoxox
Linda Muntner; Mount Dora, FL, usaposted on 2007-01-10 14:46:49



Linda,

You may call him "Doc Genius" but to me he's just that dude who changes my poop sack, and watches my leg rot. I like those Jacksons too...ironically 'Torture" was one of my favorites.

Keep it stinky,

Barbizzle

Sling it.

Dear, Sweet Barbaro,You and your family and Dr. Dean will get through this together. You be sure and use your sling! I know how smart you are. You're gonna be fine-I just know it. Prayers & love for all of you! Jill XOXO
Jill Srncik, 51; Green Valley, AZ, USAposted on 2007-01-10 16:13:54


Jill,

"Green Valley?" Couldn't you have just left that out...I can't run you know..and just the thought of a valley full of green grass makes me bawl. Being in Arizona must be awesome...sunshine, blue skies. I'm stuck in a harness with a rotten leg.

Use my sling? For what? I'm not friggin' Mr. Ed...figuring out what to do with it other than curse its creation is beyond me. Yeah, I'll be fine...thanks Jillie.

-Barbert.

UPDATE- From the horses mouth

First off,

really I do appreciate the 'love' all of you send me daily. I can't comprehend how so many of you could leave your cats, and careers in limbo to devote so much energy in hoping I heal, but, uh, thanks.

Let's get one thing straight. You can chant 'grow hoof grow' until you're blue in the face, and it won't help. I have a bunch of dudes who are paid way too much tryng to "help" me but it ain't working so hot. My damned hoof is rotting off. What I really could use is some hay. I like hay.

If you think about it, the only reason I haven't been put to pasutre yet is because I happend to be in the final race. Had I run in the race before, I'd be helping your kids make pretty pictures to stick on the fridge.

If you do all want to get this rotten hoof party started though, I'll try and answer some of your requests. Keep in mind, I'm in pain...and just want a good meal and to die.

Barb.

Good Vibes.

We are thinking of you and sending good thoughts your way. We love you and want you to pull through this, Barbaro! C, Nick, Manny and Gray. xxoooo
C.D., 46; Marietta, GA, USposted on 2007-01-10 16:18:11


C.D.,

Feeling for them....feeling for them.....Nothing. I haven't gotten these "good thoughts" Perhaps you sent them to Santa, or something. I feel an leg full of pain. So if you're really sending me pain by the truck-load, thanks, got that.

-El Barbarino.

Maslow's hierarchy of horses?

BEAUTIFUL BARBARO - you WILL get through this - so many many thousands of us out here love and NEED you! This "setback" is another test. WE BELIEVE. Faith can heal and YOU are a miracle.
Christine, 59; Golden Valley, AZ, USA
posted on 2007-01-10 14:48:04


Christine,

How do you KNOW? Really, maybe my doctors should find out what you KNOW...And thousands of people NEED me? You know what I need? Hay? and maybe some fencing to keep me from wandering...that's what I need...oh yeah, and for my broke ass hoof to stop rotting off. I'm not a miracle, I'm the simple process of two horses doing to the do...

You need air, shelter, and food...not horses.

Babs.

Okee Dokee

Keep it going on Big Boy, you have tons of well wishers out here. We are all right beside you in this fight to clear this new, little hurdle. All will be okee dokee!
Bucky, 43; Dallas, TX,
posted on 2007-01-10 14:59:29



Bucky,

I'm looking to my left and right...and there's nothing...just some dude with a lab coat on. Stop. "little hurdle" Funny, you ever try to jump something with a rotten foot? You're a comedian, but seriously...I'm a growed ass man, not a boy...okee dokee

Bob.

Scrapbooking

TO DR. RICHARDSON & MR.AND MRS. JACKSON, I KNOW THE DOCTORS ARE MONITERING HIM VERY CLOSELY & KEEPING HIM COMFORTABLE. MY THOUGHTS & PRAYERS FOR YOU ALL AND EXPECIALLY FOR BARBARO. I LOVE HIM.THANKS YOU NEVER GIVING UP ON HIM.
DEBRA CASSELLA; STATEN ISLAND, NY, USA
posted on 2007-01-10 14:57:36



Debra,

I love you too. We'll be together one day...woman and 3-legged horse.
Either that or you can glue your scrapbook with me.

love,

Bobbie

Pahrump smells like flies

Come on Baby! We Love you so much and know you can overcome anything thrown your way. You are an amazing boy and true sign of courage and strength. Keep staying strong Barbaro. We all are praying for you and love you as our very own.
Kelli Hoffman; Pahrump, NV, USA
posted on 2007-01-10 14:56:08



Dear Kelli,

First off, YOU DON'T KNOW ME! Secondly, I broke my leg on dirt...if I can't overcome dirt...somethingl ike a garbage truck thrown in my way might kill me. Thridly, Who you callin' a BOY...I'm a grown-ass man.

Pahrump smells like flies,

Bobbie.