I’ve heard it many times. Heck, I used to believe it myself. How AWESOME your life must be… you live on a *RANCH*! Well, it is true MOST of the time… It is the small percentage of times when you are doing things like today, that most people wouldn’t enjoy. This is not Bonanza! (though I have lusted many times over that house the Cartwrights lived in!) Today we preg tested the cows we lease from our neighbors…along with their small bunch… about 90 head or so. It was chilly at first, so I slipped my winter hat over my cap. The rain began. It quickly changed to snow. I put my coveralls on. And my scarf. And my gloves. I should have changed into my Muck Boots. Three hours later I’m tired… with barely any energy output the 6000′ altitude is slowing me and my yucky lungs down. Snow has caked on my silk scarf and it is beginning to drip down my neck. My Arctic Carhartt coat keeps me warm, but I swear it weighs 30 pounds and my back and shoulders are tired. Usually I’d still be in good humor, the work load wasn’t bad, and I enjoy our vet’s banter… but enough was enough this day. Thank goodness we were about done! I help put out lunch, our neighbor has taken pity on me and my condition and cooked the whole meal. I promise I’ll do it all next year! The best place to eat is a horse trailer. So there we are, 8 snow encrusted cowboys standing in a horse trailer parked in the lee of an old cabin, eating the best pot roast and vegetables around! We sip hot chocolate and snag another cookie. We discuss the world and laugh at ourselves and shake our heads. A little bit more cowboying and we’re done. That’s when I finally drug my camera out to take this photo of Vernon. Gee. I just don’t remember them showing Little Joe out working in this kind of stuff. In fact, did Little Joe ever work??? I remember him in the house and barn and in town. I never saw Little Joe in Carhartts. I just realized…Bonanza mislead the American public! My vulnerable mind was shaped by Ben, Adam, Hoss, Joe, and even Candy… but I don’t remember Carhartts on the set. OK, so it is a minor point that in the 1800’s Carhartts weren’t even invented, but no one told me anything like this happened on ranches. I figured if you were cold and it was nasty outside… you could stay inside. Ha. Dang, was I like TOTALLY stupid?? Yes. I was. I’m not now!
I guess it shows my generation (or my long love of dogs) that I know who Rin Tin Tin was. Although he did many things in the movies… it is always that POSE, you know the one I mean, that brings him to mind. When my dogs do it, it is easy to classify it. It isn’t the crocodile pose Lucas does in any water. It isn’t the Lion King pose Lucas can do effortlessly. It isn’t that Hunter look that Elsa gets whenever she ambles far enough away from my leg to get a scent… It is this…
The dogs are bummed lately at my inactivity… Lucas longingly watched as Vernon went to saddle up this morning and I didn’t go. We work cows tomorrow, and I declined activity today, hoping for more energy for tomorrow. I think I’ll drive the four-wheeler to the mailbox, that’ll give them a 2 mile run. Perhaps along the way, one of them will strike a Rin Tin Tin pose. At least the English Shepherd version of it… I love it when they do that…so I’ll leave you with one last pose.
OK, remember my pityparty??? No cake, no balloons…??? Well, I’ll tell you this much. Saturday I went on a bad ambulance call. I’m not really used to those, and I’ll leave it at that. Sunday I had chest pain. Monday I had light headedness (no, not because I am blonde). Tuesday I could NOT breathe. Wednesday I went to the doctor and was diagnosed with multiple PEs. That’s Pulmonary Embolisms… lots of ’em. Blood clots, folks. I was feeling crappy because I was doing crappy… And here I am on Friday, thankful to be here… Two days of tests and shots and pills and hospital sleep cycles *meaning little sleep* and I am doing so much better than that family on Saturday or another family early this morning… and to steal one of my best friends’ mantras **** LIFE IS GREAT!****
I had a not so great weekend. For many reasons I’ll refrain from sharing the details with you… I mean, sincerely, that I *can’t* share them. Take my word for it… Saturday basically sucked. Sunday was worse on a personal level. Monday, today, was better news, but I still felt yucky, weird, unusual, different, how many adjectives would you prefer? So, as I continued with my little ol’ pity party that I was having by myself… pity parties, I hate ’em, no balloons, no cake, no ice cream… I decided to UNhave my pity party! How you ask? By doing something with my dogs! My saviors, my friends. It’s dark, I still don’t feel *right*, so I go to my “AwesomeNewMacComputer” (you’ve got to say it all at once!) and looked at my recent photos. And here I found Miss Dally.
Dally taught me a few things. That my pity parties can always be rescued by my dogs. That independence can carry us through and should. That those who love us, truly love us, will always support us NO MATTER WHAT. Thanks, Dally Girl, you’re a good teacher. For those of you against anthropomorphizing animals… ppppllllll! Leave me and my psychological problems alone… I’m happy!