The Fuzzy Horde That I Adore: Part 2

Posted on June 10, 2021


This is Part 2 of a 3-part guest post. 

Bryanna Hoffman is a local animal rescuer, dog groomer, and writer who, at my request, has written a fantastic series of three posts about the animals with whom she shares her home, her life, and most of all, her heart. 

After being captivated by dozens of social media posts about her animals, I asked if she’d like to write a guest post for the blog. 

With that request, the floodgates opened, and Bry wrote this series. I am delighted to share it with you, dear reader! Enjoy! 

I have never written a blog before, but the thought appealed to me, and I give thanks to lisa eddy for pushing me to write once again!

My name is Bryanna Hoffmann, I’m 21, and I have lots of goals and aspirations. I have always loved and been fond of animals, and knew I wanted to do something with animals for a living. I was an aspiring veterinarian, but I have discovered a new passion for grooming dogs. It’s an art form, and I truly love what I do. 

Besides being a dog groomer, I own LOTS of rescue animals of my own and have quite the eventful life with taking care of my fuzzy horde. Within this blog I will not be talking so much about me, but I will focus on my pets and the joy, sadness, excitement, and thrill they bring me, day in and day out! 

Meet my critters in this slideshow!

Find Bryanna’s Dog Grooming Page here. 

Part 2: Equine, Bovine, & Caprine

Zipper and Austin

Both of my horses are old souls, at ages 19 and 21,  and have far more knowledge and wisdom for me to learn than I have to give them. Neither had a good home life before I rescued them. 

Austin was very malnourished and lame when I got him. It took months of a strict diet and exercise to get him to a healthy weight and to be able to ride him comfortably again. Although he was thin and sick, he was eager to please on the ground and on the saddle. Austin is the mighty steed anyone would be ever so lucky to have. He plods along for miles and miles never seeming to tire. I truly don’t have many bad experiences to tell with Austin, however, he has MANY fears. Trash cans, plastic bags, turkeys, and small rodents are all going to surely eat him–and he needs to run away this instant! 

Although he is scared of the most minuscule things, he will happily walk past cars, trucks, tractors, busses, semi-trucks, and loud, barking dogs. Austin has never dumped me, but he has given me a few rides when I definitely needed to hang on tight with both hands. He is truly my heart horse, and I hope to share many, many more years with him. 

Zipper is a sassy, old, quarter horse that is built like a tank and stays fat on air. Although he has navicular (a severe foot disorder of the hoof that can make it difficult to walk without treatment), he doesn’t let that slow him down one bit. Zipper went untreated for a very long time and his feet suffered the consequences. 

He loves to be ridden. Unfortunately, he can only be ridden for a short amount of time before his feet flare up, and he becomes crippled in pain. Zipper is enjoying his retirement with lots of love, and snacks, just for being a lovely lawn ornament. Zipper’s favorite snacks are apples, Twizzlers and Smarties. 


Herman is my little, miniature Bull who is both my pride and joy and the pain of my existence. I purchased Herman when he was a small calf, in September 2019. I took that calf EVERYWHERE. I would put him in the back of my Blazer and take him to elementary schools, nursing homes, the Cabela’s store, Adrian Mall, downtown Adrian for photo shoots, bell-ringing for the Salvation Army, and to daycare centers. I took Herman to so many places that he was literally potty trained. We even got recognized by local politician, Bronna Kahle.

We got many laughs, pictures, and weird looks when I would drive down the road with a calf sticking his head out the window like a dog. Herman was the sweetest little thing. He would stay in the yard like a dog and even play with my dog Casper as one of his own. 

Once Covid hit and things started to shut down, Herman wasn’t able to travel around like he once was. Missing our adventures, he turned into a pain in my ass. Every other day he was breaking down fencing and running across the road to eat the delicious snacks that my yard obviously didn’t have. He would take a stroll down the road and let himself back in the fence at dusk. He was essentially a free range bull at this point. He would get out so frequently that the neighbors knew him by name and would give him a head scratch here and there. It didn’t matter how many lines of hot wire we put up or how many gates we locked, he found a way out. Herman has gotten out of a 4 wire, .9 Juul Watt fence (.9 watts is hot enough to power a 27 mile fence line through tall grass. My pasture was only a half acre!). 

In the summer of 2021, I had to move, and I took all my animals with me. Herman didn’t take the move very well, unfortunately. He continued to escape the fence at the new house and completely trashed the barn. He would go to the neighbor’s yard across the road and push over their potted plants. He also chased cars. 

Herman fears no one…except Bryanna with a stick. The amount of times my neighbors have recorded me chasing my cow with a stick is ridiculous. Herman is currently in Bull Jail at my boyfriend’s grandfather’s house, because once Kali cow had her baby, he got out so many times that I couldn’t take it anymore. He’s thriving in a concrete pen with an infinite supply of hay and water until he can move back into the pasture!


I purchased Kali in January of 2020 as a breeding mate for Herman. Kali has given me essentially no issues whatsoever. She’s as sweet as can be and is always first to greet me at the gate when she wants head scratches. After the move, Kali settled in nicely and never tried to escape the pen because she knew she had it made. She was the golden child of the farm. 

In March of 2021 Kali gave birth to little Esther, and she was perfect in every way…except that Esther had Herman’s stubborn personality. That calf has slipped out of the gate more times than I can count. In the short time that Esther has been around, she has escaped the pen 12 times, eaten twine that I had to pull out of her throat, got stuck in the gate, got stuck in the fencing panels, fell into the goat trough, fallen face first into the ground, and run me over at full force because she was that excited for hay. She is truly her father’s daughter, and I wouldn’t change anything about her–except maybe the escape-artist in her. 

Meet the Goats

I have a slew of goat friends, and each and every one has a different story and personality. Paisley is my longest resident. She was gifted to me from an old 4-H friend. Paisley has a dog-like personality. She will follow me wherever I go and politely push her head against me for scratches. She’s a very easy going and laid-back gal who prefers to spend her days sunbathing and grazing. I have no complaints about Paisley. I wish all my pets behaved like Paisley. 

Henley was a surprise baby born on my farm in May of 2020. I was watching my friend’s goats for a few months, and neither of us knew one of them was expecting. Henley was gifted to me for watching her goats. Henley is a fainter goat cross. That means that the slightest noise will make her seize up and fall over. It’s quite comical, especially when she does it after jumping off the benches and toys I have in the pen. Henley doesn’t have much personality. I would describe her as almost like a Deadhead: she lives to eat, and that’s about it.

Cider is my personal favorite (don’t tell the others). I rescued him from an auction when he was a small, malnourished baby. I nursed him back to health, and he has turned into a dog, essentially. I have taken Cider many places as well. He goes for car rides to Biggby Coffee for a whip cream cup and the occasional ice cream stop. He also sticks his head out the window like a dog. I have taught Cider to come when called, shake, and to beg for treats. He’s so well behaved that he spends most of his time outside of the pen, wandering the yard with Waylon and Casper, the dogs. 

Taco, Blue, and Green: Taco, Blue, and Green were recently given to me from a family friend. They have similar personalities. They are all OBSESSED with food, and they are absolutely attention hogs. I can’t take two steps into the pen without Green invading my personal space, and Blue is right behind me eating my shirt, while Taco is tripping me with his horns.

These three are still relatively new to me, and I’m still figuring them out. BUT I have learned that they are usually the culprits for pushing down the fence and setting everyone free. 

End of Part 2

Read Part 1 Here

lisa eddy is a writer and editor for-hire, researcher, educator-for-hire, youth advocate,  musician, and gardener.

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