Hoof & Hound Ranch

06/10/2026

My little brother DM'd from Australia asking where all our ranch stories went...
fair question. we've collected five new misfits in four months
& documented approximately none of it like functioning humans.
so. catch-up time, especially if you're new here.

We've been living the chaos. Just not writing any of it down.

It started with CLANCY...

Our big Belgian gelding. 17.3 hands of golden retriever energy in a horse suit. He came to us in February with some significant rehab needs, especially in his less-than-gentlemanly hoof behaviour. But he's the one that low-key turned this place into something bigger than we originally planned. The kind of misunderstood horse that makes you want to do better by animals.

Then BRUISER joined the Bangarang Gang...

Kyle found this tiny orange menace among the trash at work. He fit in one hand & now runs the house. Bruiser has the face of someone deeply innocent & the energy of someone actively committing tax fraud. He promoted himself from barn kitten to indoor management within about a week & has had no regrets.

Then came the puppies. Again, completely unplanned...

Two skinny, collarless, clueless little chaos goblins wandered onto the property at around 5 months old. No owners came forward & one look at the state of them made it pretty obvious they'd been dumped.

The black one's first name just wasn't cutting his spunky little street-fighter attitude, so we went back to the drawing board. He's now ROCKY (Balboa). Naturally, the gold flashy one is APOLLO (Creed).

Rocky (aka Dilli Dally) is one smart cookie. Always doing perimeter checks on a ranch he absolutely does not own, following Oscar around like he's studying for his grown-up dog exam.

Apollo (aka Space Cadet) is a giant fluffy cloud with approximately 3-5 thoughts a day (all about loving you... & food) & the confidence of someone who has never once considered that things might not work out.

All the lost boys are vaccinated, wormed, flea & tick treated & booked to be neutered (next week in fact). They've come a long way from the feral little gremlins attempting to chase a Belgian draft horse around the pasture on day one.
.. & then last week, our newest arrival made HER entrance. Everyone, meet PAISLEY.

Named in the vet clinic waiting room, on account of looking like a little paisley potato. Got the lungs to match Brad Paisley too. She'll also answer to Princess P, Sweet P, or P for Parkour!

She's a dramatic woodland banshee opera child. Tiny & loud & deeply suspicious of literally everything. A cautious little calico who screams at the universe first & asks questions later. The size of a yam but with mighty opinions.

She also means I'm finally, FINALLY not outnumbered by the lads around here. Welcome to the ranch, Paisley gal. We needed you!

We'll be putting together proper individual albums for each of them soon so you can follow their stories. But for now, here's a quick look at the newest herd members. Chaotic, mismatched, completely unplanned & somehow exactly right to kickstart the sanctuary, increase the good vibes, decrease the bank account & just life the good life.

More soon. We promise. (My brother is watching.)

Cheers & good vibes,
– B, Kyle & Sir Oscar (Prince of Barkness)

02/03/2026

48 hours. One very large horse. Zero chill. 😂

Photo dump from the last two days because, holy smokes, Batman! This all happened fast.

Saturday night, after a full, dusty, exhausted day of fencing, we jumped online around 8pm “just to look” at the auction & there he was.

A big, beautiful Belgian.

Solid, sound, calm & exactly the kind of horse that quietly disappears into the kill pipeline simply because of his size & meat value heading to Mexico or Canada. A lot of people don’t even realise that’s how it works (roughly 18,000-20,000 horses a year still disappear into the meat & dog food trade!).

We weren’t going to let that happen. Not on our watch.

So we entered a bidding war. Tired, dirty, unprepared, probably not thinking straight.

Bob’s your uncle. He was ours.

Fudging strewth! 😵‍💫 We just bought a bloody horse!
(Or 3 horses in 1!)

Sunday, he arrived home… & we were NOT ready.
Fencing half done.
Hay run mid-panic.
Everything chaos.
Us running around like feral goblins trying to get our sh*t together.
ADHD, neuro spicy, full send energy.

Was it the “right time”? Absolutely not.
Did he have time to wait for us to be organised? Also no...

… to be continued in the comments!!

So here we are.

48 hours later & he’s settling in beautifully.

…& for anyone who hasn’t brought a horse home before, especially one fresh out of the auction pipeline, you watch them like a crazy person.

Sweats, coughs, appetite, energy levels… & yes, the poops. The giant, elephant-sized poops. I joked in my stories that this must be what new parents feel like & I stand by that. When your whole mood depends on someone else’s bowel movements, you know you’re in deep.

He’s 17hh, built like a brick sh*****se & when he lifts his head you can see him over the shelter. Because of that, he’s temporarily been dubbed “Littlefoot” until the right name lands.

We’ve crowdsourced names, we’re sitting on a list of about 50 & we’re trialling them like responsible adults.

We’ll narrow it to five & let you all help decide, because this boy deserves a real name.

Even on his Coggins he was just a hip number. No name. No owner. Just auction to auction, pipeline life.

Not anymore.

He’s the first horse on our little new property. Our resident giant.

He’ll welcome many horses through here over time, but he’s staying. He’s ours. He’s already teaching us things, mostly because he’s clearly more trained than we are.

He’s got a background in driving, riding & all that badass draft work, which is something we’re really excited to bring back in a kind, thoughtful way.

Using a heavy horse for what he was built for, gently, intentionally, never to extremes. Less machines, more partnership.

We don’t call this a rescue. Because there are horses out there who need that word far more than he does.

But we did intercept him.
We stopped him before the kill pen.
Before the end of the road.
And that feels like a pretty damn good secret mission to be on.

Welcome home, big guy.
You’re safe now.
And yeah… we’re figuring it out as we go.
But we already adore you.

Cheers,
B, Kyle & Oscar 🐾

01/31/2026

Winter photo dump because we’re notoriously bad at remembering to post on socials, so we’re accepting our fate & embracing the chaos.

Posting when we remember, sharing what we can, while putting most of our energy into building something solid, safe & damn special.

Right now that looks like cold mornings, muddy boots, half-finished projects (many, many of them), lots of learning, plenty of laughs & a whole lot of behind-the-scenes work going into creating a property we’ll be proud to welcome future rescue horses, client horses, livestock & farmstay guests... Two-legged & four-legged.

Cheers to slow builds, real life & doing things properly in 2026.

- B, Kyle & Oscar-Dog

12/05/2025

🤣 Our Seminole community are a hoot! These guys are the GOAT. If you haven't already, head on over & give Nomad's Animal Encounter a follow for adorable rescue animal good vibes & your can even visit their private sanctuary when you come stay with us next year. 😍

11/30/2025

Today we celebrate the bloke who builds the fences, fixes what breaks (or breaks them), lifts the heavy things, & shows up where it matters most.

Our cowboy. Our muscle. The steady hands behind .

Every board, every gate, every muddy boot print on the carpet carries your fingerprints. (😂)

But for reals, the best stories are built by hands like yours.

We love you big time,
Oscar may run the place, but you are the backbone that keeps it standing.

Happy birthday, our favorite human on the land.
🤍🤠🐾

11/24/2025

OMG. These kill pens are breaking our heart at the moment. The trot on this gorgeous lady is immaculate. She still has her show braid in. We can’t wrap our heads around it.

These places are clever. They guilt you into buying horses at a premium to match their pound-per-pound meat price, & it is so bloody hard.

We keep wondering what her story is. Was she from an estate? Did someone pass away? Did someone fall on hard times? How does a perfectly fantastic show horse end up on the slaughter truck?

We can’t even begin to imagine what some of these horses have been through to land here. Our heart hurts for every single one of them. The are SO MANY. It is truly overwhelming.

This right here is exactly WHY our farmstay MUST exist. So every stay can fund a second chance, a new life, the next chapter for horses like this.

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11/09/2025

Meet the humans.
(The chaos coordinators. The snack suppliers. The fence fixers. The ones who looked at a rundown ranch & said, “LFG!”)

This is us.

I’m B : the Aussie narrator of this whole circus.
A neurospicy animal-lover with big dreams, a bigger camera,
& a totally healthy addiction. Totally. Fine.

This is Kyle : former bull rider & linebacker, gamer, medieval stuntman (yes actually),
& quietly the most capable human I’ve ever met.
Will fix your truck, calm a horse, cook a steak, & beat you in Mario Kart without blinking.

We met, fell in love, accidentally built a life across two countries,
lived in a 400 sq ft 5th wheel for five years,
road-tripped more than most touring bands,
& kept choosing each other through every plot twist.

We worked jobs that made absolutely zero sense on paper,
just to keep chasing the life that made our souls feel like home.

And then… we found this place.
Old fences. Big sky. New beginnings.
The kind of land that makes your chest feel lighter the minute you step on it.

So here we are. Seminole, Oklahoma.
Starting over, again.
Same as most of the horses who will land here.

Post by post.
Fence by fence.
Snack break by snack break (mostly for Oscar).

We’re figuring it out in real time.
You get the unfiltered version.
There’s dirt on everything. The dog is definitely in charge.
Kyle is probably cussing at something mechanical.
B is probably happy-crying about something wholesome again.
And we wouldn’t trade a second of it.

Welcome to the beginning.
We’re really glad you’re here.

– B, Kyle & Oscar 🐾
(The Herd at Hoof & Hound)

11/09/2025

OMG! What an incredible glow up from Rocking R Ranch and Rescue, Inc. Pixie is full of beans & will be ready for her new home soon. Head over to the original poster for the details & to follow along their journey.

11/09/2025

We adore folks on the same mission as us. No competition. Just a collective of incredible humans saving one 'Cupcake' at a time. 🥹😍