Rolling Dog Ranch Animal Sanctuary

Take Your Medicine Like a Big Girl

We had noticed our blind mare Lena was lying down more than normal in her corral this past week, but it was usually in early afternoon when it was warmest -- and she wasn't showing signs of any other problems.  So we weren't sure what to make of it.  But by Saturday afternoon she was gimpy and ouchy on her feet, and our first thought was founder, or laminitis, a serious and sometimes life-threatening condition.  Having been through this before with other horses, we knew what to do for initial care:  get her in a dry stall with a thick, soft bed of wood shavings as a cushion for her feet; control her diet; and get bute, an anti-inflammatory medication, in her.  As Alayne led Lena out of the corral and down to the barn (named, appropriately enough, Lena's Barn), I called one of our equine vets, Dr. Angela Langer, and left her a voicemail. 

While we walked Lena down the drive, we noticed that suddenly she picked up her pace, she didn't seem ouchy at all, and she had a nice little swing to her gait.  Hmm, we thought, maybe she's not foundering.  When Angela called back, she said she suspected what we were starting to wonder ourselves:  Lena may have just been standing around too much on ice and snow.  Angela said she'd seen a number of "ouchy" horses in recent weeks for this reason.  Lena has a very nice, fully enclosed shed in her corral, where there is no ice or snow on the floor inside, but for some reason she's not spending enough time in there and too much time outside.  And the more she stands on the ice and snow, not moving, the stiffer she gets.

So the "treatment" is pretty much the same as it would be for laminitis:  Stall rest on thick wood shavings, a controlled diet (just in case), and bute.  Which brings us to the subject of this post:  beautiful blind Lena getting her medication today.  I don't care if it's apple-flavored or molasses-flavored, some horses won't fall for the flavoring trick and instinctively know it's just medicine -- and they want nothing to do with it.  In the photo above, I had just started squirting the bute paste in Lena's mouth.

Next came the "squeeze play" -- holding her mouth closed to keep her from spitting it out:

And finally, the "hold 'em high" maneuver to help get it swallowed:

Frankly, I'd rather medicate a horse any day than try to get a pill in a cat.  But that's a subject for another day.

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For those who missed blind Willie's return, you can read it here.

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Please vote for the ranch in the Shelter Challenge -- and you can vote every day!  Enter "Rolling Dog Ranch" and our state postal code, MT, for Montana, and it will bring up our listing.

Vote in the Shelter Challenge here.

Last year we won $3,000 in the first round and then won the $20,000 Grand Prize in the second round, so your votes really do add up and make for a wonderful gift for the animals here.

Thank you!

Warm Giraffe Neck

I posted an item last fall about blind Bo's ability to grow a giraffe-like neck when it's time for his dewormer.  Well, Bo is one of those horses who doesn't stay warm easily, and that includes his rather extensive neck.  (It doesn't look as long in this photo because he's turned his head towards us.)  In fact, once the temperature starts getting down around 40° (4° C), he'll begin shivering.  Fortunately, someone had donated a thick, comfy winter blanket with a neck warmer a few years ago -- and it happened to fit Bo perfectly.  He looks a bit odd wearing it -- Alayne says it kind of reminds her of the gear that knights in the Middle Ages put on their horses -- but he's one happy and toasty warm boy in this outfit.  There are some hoods you can use as well for complete nose-to-tail (literally) blanketing, but so far Bo does great with the neck gaiter and blanket combo. 

I said to Bo, "No disrespect, but you just don't look like the warrior steed type."  To which Bo replied, "Well, you don't exactly look like a knight in shining armor yourself."  Ouch.

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Help Otis Win $10,000 For The Ranch

Amy S. in Minnesota has entered her deaf and mostly blind dog Otis in Bissell's Most Valuable Pet 2010 Photo Contest -- and if Otis wins, the Grand Prize would be a $10,000 donation to the Rolling Dog Ranch!  Voting in the current round of this online contest ends on Thursday, January 28th.  You do have to login to vote, but it's a very simple and fast little form to register.  Otis needs 1,000 votes to advance to the next stage.

Please vote for Otis here.  

This contest is limited to residents of the U.S. -- sorry to our international friends!

Thank you, Amy!

(Note:  If you have any problems or questions about the voting on the Bissell site, we are unable to help.  Please just consult the "Details" tab on that site for more info and FAQs.)

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Please vote for the ranch in the Shelter Challenge -- and you can vote every day!  Enter "Rolling Dog Ranch" and our state postal code, MT, for Montana, and it will bring up our listing.

Vote in the Shelter Challenge here.

Last year we won $3,000 in the first round and then won the $20,000 Grand Prize in the second round, so your votes really do add up and make for a wonderful gift for the animals here.

Thank you!

Hi. It's Me.

I saw blind Cash goofing around this afternoon, sticking his head through the corral panels in various ways.  When I came back with the camera, he apparently decided he didn't want to look goofy for the blog but young and handsome instead.  So this was the shot I got.  That's blind Hawk on the left, Cash's "life skills coach," who's made a lot of progress teaching our youngster the art of how to be a successful equine in the 21st century.

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The new contest started today, and yes, we are still eligible for the Grand Prize again.  An organization can't win it twice in the same calendar year, which is why Best Friends wasn't able to compete for first place in the fall round last year.  So we will be up against Best Friends in this new round ... no illusions about who will win No. 1! ... but we'd be thrilled to win one of the $3,000 grants for second, third or fourth place finishes.  

Vote in the Shelter Challenge here.

Enter "Rolling Dog Ranch" and our state code, MT, for Montana, to bring up our listing and cast your vote.  Remember, you can vote every day.

Thank you!

Frosty Pony

Alayne got this shot of a frosty blind Lena this morning having breakfast.  I probably should have titled this post, "Leave Me Alone -- I'm Eating," because that's kind of the expression she has on her face.  (That's blind Nikki next to Lena.)  The past few days we've had an ice fog that coats everything in frost, and then it stays that way until the sun finally burns through.   For the horses, the frost gives them white eyelashes, the tips of their ears and the top of their mane, as you can see on Lena.  (Click on photo for larger image.)

Here's what it looked like around Beauty's Barn this morning ... the sun was trying to get through the fog but it would be another couple of hours before it succeeded :

Luna's Sad Goodbye

I wasn't going to start your week, or mine, with a blog post about another loss, so I didn't want to share the news about Luna yesterday.  But on Friday, we had to say goodbye to our blind mare Luna.  She had reached the age where her teeth had literally worn out.  We had first noticed late this summer that she had started to lose weight, even while on pasture 24/7.  We asked our equine vet, Dr. Erin Taylor, to run CBC and chem panels to see if there was something else going on -- kidney infection, other organ involvement, etc. -- but her blood work looked great.  During Erin's dental exam on Luna we could see how worn down her teeth were then ... but we still hoped that with enough hay and grain this fall, we could turn her weight around.  We figured she had to be about 30 years of age, and thus we knew the odds weren't great -- but we wanted to try.

So for the past two months, we fed her as much as she could eat, but with little effect.  It seemed like every week we could feel her ribs a bit more.  We finally realized she was just beginning to waste away, and nothing we were doing was changing that.  We didn't want her to go through the winter like this, getting thinner and thinner.  Even with a heavy winter blanket, it's tough to stay warm if a horse has no body fat. 

Thus we knew this day was coming, but it was still hard -- and even harder than I thought it would be.  I had trailered Luna into Missoula on Friday so Erin could euthanize her at the clinic, but even before I got out of the truck I was already in tears.

Our equine vets had always cautioned us that one year our numbers would catch up to us.  What they meant was that given the average age of our herd -- we estimated it was close to about 25 years, which is pretty old for a horse -- we'd start losing a bunch of them.  In other words, we'd have a "demographic wave" start crashing ashore.  Well, they were right, and we began losing them over the past two years.  Some had cancer, others we lost to things like colic and founder, others just began wasting away from worn-out teeth and bodies.  

Luna was the latest -- which is why this was even more emotionally difficult than it might otherwise have been.  Hopefully she will be the last we lose for a quite a while.  She was always one of our favorites, an old girl with real smarts and plenty of character.  Whenever we'd go to put a halter on her, she'd turn her head towards our arm and move her mouth as if to bite ... but most of the time it was what we called an "air-bite," like playing air guitar.  Or else she'd gum our sleeve with lots of grass-green saliva.  "Luna, I didn't need the slobber on my shirt, dear!" 

Over the years we'd have the occasional employee tell us, "Hey, Luna tried to bite me today," and we'd say, "You know, if Luna wanted to bite you, she'd bite you.  She knows exactly where you are.  She's just foolin' with you." 

We often let her follow us in from pasture by herself, while we led her pasture mate on a lead rope.  Luna would just amble along behind, even walking through the gates unassisted.  One time when Alayne was leading Luna's buddy into the corral next to Beauty's Barn, Luna decided to continue on into the barn on her own ... she walked right down the aisle to the other end, went straight over to the Rubbermaid tub where we kept the equine senior feed, flipped the lid off with her nose, and settled in to eat.  Alayne found her happily standing in the aisle enjoying her meal.  We thought, "Holy moly, if this horse could see, we'd have real trouble on our hands!"

When she first arrived, her eyes were the worst we'd ever seen -- completely rotted from years of untreated uveitis.  We had to remove both of them as soon as she came, and what immense and immediate relief it gave her.  We only had her for three years, yet at least she was pain-free.

When her last day with us finally came, it was a very sad goodbye.

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In positive news, our vet clinic reports that blind Helen is doing great!

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In The Final Week -- Still No. 1 -- But That Iowa Group Has Moved Up Fast!

Please keep voting for the ranch every day in The Animal Rescue Site/PetFinder's Shelter Challenge.  Thanks to your votes, we came in third nationwide and won $3,000 for the animals in the previous contest earlier this year.  Now we have a shot at No. 1 and the $20,000 grand prize in the current contest!  Enter "Rolling Dog Ranch" and our state postal code, MT for Montana, and it will bring up our listing so you can cast your vote.  Please ask your family and friends to vote, too. 

You can see how fast the rankings can change, so we really need an extra push in the last week of the contest to hold that No. 1 spot.  It ends on December 20th, so we're in the home stretch -- and $20,000 for the animals is in sight!  Thank you!

New Use For Horse Blankets

Yesterday evening I was feeding two of our blind horses in their shed next to Beauty's Barn when the intercom on my phone rang.  It was Alayne (um, no one else here who could be calling!), reporting that there was no water at Lena's Barn.  All the automatic waterers in the corrals were out of water and there was no water coming out of the hydrants next to the barn.  It was already getting dark, it was 15° below zero (-26°C), and this was the absolute last thing I wanted to hear.  We always check the waterers whenever we're out feeding, and they were working fine yesterday morning. 

The water system at Lena's Barn serves all of our other barns, sheds and corrals at that end of the ranch; Beauty's Barn is about 150 yards (137 meters) away on a separate well, but almost all the livestock use the water system at Lena's Barn.  In other words, this was A.Major.Problem.

Now, one thing you need to know:  Livestock have an uncanny 6th sense about knowing when a water system fails.  And the instant it fails, they become insatiably thirsty.  They can be standing around all day, right next to full waterers, and show no interest in drinking.  But if a breaker quietly trips in the barn electrical system and knocks the well off-line, for instance, somehow they know it at that very moment ... and suddenly, they're all thirsty and drinking up the water.  So by the time we discover there's an issue, there's no water left in their waterers.   

Which is, of course, what happened yesterday.  The yellow-and-red Ritchie automatic waterers -- you can see one in the background in the photo above -- were dry, and naturally, we had horses hovering over them as if they hadn't had anything to drink for days. 

So I put the phone back in my belt holster, cursed the sub-zero weather, and trudged down the drive to the house to get my headlamp and then to Lena's Barn. 

The pressure tank for the water system sits 7 feet underground in a giant 8-foot (2.4 m) wide, 8-feet deep  culvert next to the well -- that's what you see in the photo.  It's covered by a round steel plate with a hatch that slides back across the cover for access, and there's a ladder inside we climb down to the ground to check the pressure tank and fittings.  All the pipes that feed the automatic waterers and hydrants start at the pressure tank and head out across the corrals from there, all buried at least 6 feet underneath the surface for freeze protection.  Alayne had already checked the breaker panel in the barn and nothing had tripped there.  The surge protection panel for the well pump was working. 

Had it really been so cold that the pressure tank fittings and pipes had frozen 7 feet underground?

We pulled the metal hatch back.  As soon as we had moved it a foot I looked down and could see in the light from my headlamp what the problem was:  the 2-inch (5 cm) thick rigid foam insulation glued to the underside of the hatch had separated and fallen into the bottom of the culvert.  The cold was working its way through the now uninsulated metal hatch and seeping into the space below, eventually overcoming the ground heat that should have kept it above freezing that deep underground.  It had taken a couple of days of -20° and -30° degree cold to penetrate, but penetrate it had.  The foam insulation on the rest of the lid was still very much in place, but losing it from underneath the hatch was enough heat loss to make the difference.

I climbed down the ladder and confirmed that it was indeed just below freezing at ground level. 

First things first:  Provide a lot of supplemental heat, and fast!  Alayne went to the welcome center and retrieved an extra portable radiator.  I carried it down the ladder, plugged it into an outlet next to the pressure tank, and turned it on.  If the system had frozen up, this would do the trick, but only time would tell. 

Next up:  How to insulate the hatch?  Of course, we weren't about to be able to glue the insulation panels back on to the hatch in 15 below weather, so that left the obvious choice:  Horse blankets!  Alayne headed to Scout's Barn, picked up a couple of our extra winter horse blankets, and covered up the hatch.

At this point there was nothing more we could do except wait and see if the water started flowing.

At 9 p.m., when we headed back out to check on all the horses, it was -20 below zero.  We walked into Lena and Nikki's corral, went over to the waterer ... and found it was full of water.  Whew!  

Not a single horse was anywhere near a waterer.  Of course not.  They were all contentedly eating their hay.  But weren't these all the same horses who were staring at their empty waterers just a few hours earlier?  Yes, but that's different.  Why show any interest in drinking when everything's working just fine?

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Still No. 1 -- But That Iowa Group Is Moving Up Fast!

Please keep voting for the ranch every day in The Animal Rescue Site/PetFinder's Shelter Challenge.  Thanks to your votes, we came in third nationwide and won $3,000 for the animals in the previous contest earlier this year.  Now we have a shot at No. 1 and the $20,000 grand prize in the current contest!  Enter "Rolling Dog Ranch" and our state postal code, MT for Montana, and it will bring up our listing so you can cast your vote.  Please ask your family and friends to vote, too. 

You can see how fast the rankings can change, so we really need an extra push in the last two weeks of the contest to hold that No. 1 spot.  It ends on December 20th, so we're in the home stretch -- and $20,000 for the animals is in sight!  Thank you!

Time For Winter Quarters

After another light snow and plunging temperatures forecast for last night, it was time to bring the horses in from pasture for the winter.  Alayne took these photos of me leading blind Lena (on the left) and blind Nikki back to the barns yesterday afternoon.  The horses love being out on pasture -- and we like to leave them out as much as possible, given how long our winters are -- but by this time of year they're ready to head in.

It was 9 below zero this morning (-22 C) when we got up, and the horses were all glad to be in corrals today being fed big piles of hay!

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Still No. 1!

Please keep voting for the ranch every day in The Animal Rescue Site/PetFinder's Shelter Challenge.  Thanks to your votes, we came in third nationwide and won $3,000 for the animals in the previous contest earlier this year.  Now we have a shot at No. 1 and the $20,000 grand prize in the current contest!  Enter "Rolling Dog Ranch" and our state postal code, MT for Montana, and it will bring up our listing so you can cast your vote.  Please ask your family and friends to vote, too.  Thank you!

Pony Express

Blind Rosie is on strict stall rest for four weeks as part of her colic surgery recovery, and the only exercise she is allowed right now is a closely supervised walk.  The way we worked that into the schedule is to take her with us to get the mail every day.  Lena's Barn, where her stall is located, is a full 1/4 mile (.40 km) from the mailbox at the other end of the drive, so she gets a good 1/2 mile walk from the mail run.  Alayne got this photo of me with Rosie yesterday on a cool, wet fall day.  She's glad to get out of the stall, but right now we can tell that this is just about as much exercise as she's ready for.  It's not really the "Pony Express," I guess ... more like the "Pony Shuffle."

Colic surgery is an incredibly invasive, difficult surgery, and it can really take a lot out of the horse.  (Not to mention the bank account: $5,700 for Rosie's surgery and hospitalization!  Oh.my.goodness.)  So the "road back" is slow and careful ... controlled feeding, controlled exercise, and controlled environment -- no horsey fooling around during the recovery!

That's why blind Bo is off with Lena and Nikki in a distant pasture.  As I was pulling out of the drive with Rosie in the trailer that day, Alayne was already moving Bo over to be with those two.  He would simply get too frantic to be by himself.  This little threesome is doing great together on pasture.  When Rosie is done with stall rest and then four weeks of access to a small outdoor run, she'll be reunited with Bo.  But for now, she's actually doing great by herself.  As for Bo ... well, he got two girls out of the deal, so no complaints there!

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Still No. 1!

Please keep voting for us every day in The Animal Rescue Site/PetFinder's Shelter Challenge.  Thanks to your votes, we came in third nationwide and won $3,000 for the animals in the previous contest.  Now we have a shot at No. 1 and the $20,000 grand prize!  Enter "Rolling Dog Ranch" and our state postal code, MT for Montana, and it will bring up our listing so you can cast your vote.  Please ask your family and friends to vote, too.  Thank you! 

Rosie's Emergency Surgery

I had just returned this afternoon from taking blind Helen to our vet clinic in Helena for her chemotherapy, and I was still unloading the truck when I suddenly heard clanging and banging from the corrals.  I looked over and saw blind Bo's head high above the corral panels, about 75 yards (68 meters) away.  Unless he really had grown a giraffe neck during last week's worming, something was odd about his height and body position.  Then I heard the clanging again, saw Bo lurch and whinny, and I dashed for the corrals. 

Alayne had brought Bo and blind Rosie in from pasture today while I was in Helena to get them ready for the cold blast.  When I got to their corral, I immediately realized the problem wasn't with Bo but Rosie -- she was lying on her side up against the corral panels and had two of her feet hooked over the bars.  Whenever she tried to move, the clanging and banging freaked out Bo, who knew his damsel was in distress but didn't know why.

I called over to Alayne to come help, and together we unhooked her legs, looped ropes over them, and rolled her back over on her side.  She laid there for a while, and then hauled herself to her feet.  But strangely, she took a few steps, laid back down on the ground, and started rolling.  Over and over again.  We realized this was how she got herself stuck on the corral panels.  Occasionally she even stopped a roll in mid-motion to lie on her back, feet straight up in the air ... a very odd posture. 

As she kept rolling, Alayne and I watched in amazement.  Then I turned to Alayne and said, "Colic."  Alayne said, "Sure is."  While rolling is a common symptom of a horse colicking, it's usually intermittent; they'll roll once or twice, get up, turn their head to stare at their belly, kick at their belly, and do other things in addition to rolling to signal the abdominal pain.  But we had never seen a horse constantly rolling.  We couldn't get her to stop.

I called our equine vet, Dr. Erin Taylor, who wanted me to give her a sedative and some banamine, both intravenously, and then get her in the trailer and on to the hospital.  I told her that we couldn't get her to stop rolling, let alone get her to her feet, so I doubted I could get the drugs on board.  She told me to give it a shot, so to speak, and if I couldn't, to just get her to Missoula as fast as possible.  This was a bad colic, and she needed surgery right away.  I ran to the house to look for the drugs while Alayne stayed to see if she could get a halter on Rosie and work her to her feet. 

A few minutes later I was headed out of the house when Alayne came around the barn with Rosie in tow.  But as soon as Alayne slowed down, Rosie's legs would buckle and she'd sink to the ground to start rolling.  I realized that if we didn't get her in the trailer any second, she might go down and stay down.  So I abandoned any idea of getting drugs in her.  Instead, I ran back into the house, grabbed the keys for the other truck, and backed it up to the horse trailer.  As I was hitching it up, Alayne kept walking Rosie around and around the drive, trying to keep her up long enough for me to finish getting the trailer ready.

Finally, I swung open the trailer doors, Alayne handed me the halter, and I walked her on board.  As soon as I stopped, she started buckling ... and I was trapped at the front of the trailer.  I started jerking on her halter, trying to get her to remain standing, while I yelled to Alayne to open the escape door.  Just as she got it open and I jumped out, Rosie went down.  Even though it's a four-horse trailer, when you have 1000 pounds (453 kg) of a horse going over on you, there isn't enough room to get out of the way!

As I drove down Highway 200 towards Missoula, I could feel the trailer lurch behind me as Rosie rolled and rolled on the floor.  Fortunately, with a big horse trailer, stabilizer bars, and a one-ton pick-up, we had the equipment to handle it.  We had to leave Rosie loose in the trailer, because to tie her up would have meant breaking her neck.  She was determined to go down, so the last thing you'd want to do is have her head tied.

Erin was waiting for us when I got to the hospital, and in less than two minutes Rosie was in the surgery suite and under anesthesia.  I had left the ranch so fast I didn't have time to grab the camera, so I had to take these photos with my cellphone.

Colic surgery is always a major deal.  A horse's small and large intestines together can total about 100 feet in length (30 meters), so it's a very complicated procedure to find out exactly where in that long span of gut the compaction or twist is ... and then fix it.  Equine surgeons have to actually pull out part of the intestines and set them on a tray so they can move around enough inside the body cavity to find the problem.  In Rosie's case, Erin found the culprit -- a fecal clump that had compacted in her small intestine.  

Here's a shot of Erin the foreground, with Dr. Angela Langer, our other large animal vet, assisting in the surgery:

To give you some idea of the sheer mass that these surgeons are dealing with, here's a close-up of Erin working on Rosie ... and that huge piece of flesh lying on top of Rosie is just her cecum, a 4-foot section of the large intestine:

Only 96 more feet to go!

The surgery takes a long time -- for Rosie, it lasted about an hour and a half.  Erin called late this evening to say Rosie came through the operation, had recovered from anesthesia, and was now in a stall being monitored.  Rosie is still not out of the woods -- there are plenty of risks ahead and a long road to recovery.  She will be in the hospital for a week, and then will need to be stall-bound here for quite a while.

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Still No. 1!

Please keep voting for us every day in The Animal Rescue Site/PetFinder's Shelter Challenge.  Thanks to your votes, we came in third nationwide and won $3,000 for the animals in the previous contest.  Now we have a shot at No. 1 and the $20,000 grand prize!  Enter "Rolling Dog Ranch" and our state postal code, MT for Montana, and it will bring up our listing so you can cast your vote.  Please ask your family and friends to vote, too.  Thank you!

Open Wide

Today our equine vet, Dr. Erin Taylor of Blue Mountain Veterinary Hospital in Missoula, came out to do fall vaccinations.  In this photo she's about to give blind Bo his wormer.  It's a funny thing how horses can suddenly grow an extra 8 to 10 inches of neck when they realize they're about to be wormed.  Medically there's no explanation for it, but we've seen it happen enough times to know it's a true equine phenomenon.

Alayne is holding blind Rosie, who has been Bo's pasture mate this year.  Sadly, back in the spring we had to euthanize the love of Bo's life, little old Guadalupe, who no longer had any teeth left to eat with.  Even with plenty of equine senior grain we couldn't keep weight on her, and we decided to let her go.  Bo is now as devoted to Rosie as we was to Guadalupe, so it was a very good match.

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In other veterinary news, our small animal vet, Dr. Brenda Culver, called this morning with the necropsy results on Teddy.  The pathology report indicates that he died from a heart attack, with evidence of other blood clots in his kidneys and lungs as well as the fatal blockage in his heart.  The pattern suggests he suffered from a "shower" of blood clots that cascaded through his body.  The pathologist could not pinpoint where the clotting originated.  Brenda said that in humans, this kind of massive heart attack is called a "widowmaker."  I asked Brenda if we had managed to get Teddy to the hospital sooner, whether they could have done something to prevent it.  She said that given the symptoms he was having -- the labored breathing -- they would have put him on oxygen, started him on IV fluids, and the heart attack still would have occurred.  Even if they had known he was beginning to throw off clots -- and there was simply no way to know that, she said -- they couldn't have stopped the clotting process once it was underway.  She said, "in short, there just wasn't anything you or we could have done to keep this from happening."  Brenda said it's likely his diabetes contributed to it, but we'll never know what triggered the clotting episode.

We are having Teddy's body cremated and will have his ashes back at the ranch in a couple of weeks.  At least we know what happened, and this gives us some closure.

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Amazing -- now we're No. 1!

Please keep voting for us every day in The Animal Rescue Site/PetFinder's Shelter Challenge.  Thanks to your votes, we came in third nationwide and won $3,000 for the animals in the previous contest.  Now we have a shot at No. 1 and the $20,000 grand prize!  Enter "Rolling Dog Ranch" and our state postal code, MT for Montana, and it will bring up our listing so you can cast your vote.  Please ask your family and friends to vote, too.  Thank you!