old dog | Life on a Colorado Farm

So far I’m having a good day. Thank-you each and every one of you for your wishes of wellness and for writing and giving me ideas on how to recover. Your comments and emails are very appreciated.

Yesterday was a good day… which is good, if I can have a good week, then I’ll know I have this licked.

Anyway, enough of me.

It was warmer yesterday, so the dogs and I went for a short walk. It was warm enough that as I sat on the point of a hill I could feel the sun warming my shoulders, which was heavenly.

On the way back I stopped at the old grainery. Terry wanted to tear this down, but I want to keep it. We have only two buildings left of the original farmstead (outside of our house); the tractor shed (build out of adobe dirt) and this old grainery.

This spring (soon, any day now) Terry is going to move it up from behind the barn and the haystacks and put it next to my gardens by the corrals. After that I’m not sure what I want to do with it — potting shed, play house, whatever I want.

Today is Tuesday, February, 5, 2013…the sunrises at 7:15 in the morning and is setting at 5:38 in the evening. A month ago on January 5th the sun was coming up at 7:31 and setting at 5:04. The days are growing longer -January 9 hours and 34 minutes and today- 10 hours and 23 minutes. More sunlight…which is a true joy to me.

I haven’t seen the old dog for some time now. I might drive around the farm neighborhood now that I’m feeling up to it, and see if I can see the dog in someone’s yard. If not… I wait, but I will also know that the possibility of the dog taking a path to the other side just might have occurred–one of those sad parts of life.

Once more thank you all for your kind thoughts,

Linda

The word “cowdog” did not exist in the English language until after the trail driving period of 1870 and the 1880s.

Today people understand that we dogs are important to help out on the farm and the ranch.

I was raised to be a help on the ranch. For five years I lived with a wonderful old man, we were great friends and partners. Then one day he passed on over the rainbow road and his kids didn’t want me. They took me out to the country and dumped me out on the road.

I waited for days and days and days right at the spot they dumped me out. Mom and Misty would try and try and try to get me to come to them, but I waited to have my people come pick me back up.

Finally I got too hungry…I was a bone, when Misty and Mom came out with ROAST BEEF…I couldn’t turn it down.

So now I’m a farm dog.

I love being a farm dog. I still get to help out with the cows (not as many as I used to, and no horses, but that is okay.)

I still help haul hay and load hay, I help irrigate, and I go everywhere with Mom.

Now we have Boomer.

My best buddy in the whole wide world!

Boomer was a complete and total house dog. He isn’t any more; he’s a farm dog also!

So I told you all of this to tell you… I’ve feeling really good! My stitches are out….my scar is healing nicely and my fur is coming back!

We have another dog hanging around. Mom is really worried about this dog…it is old, and thin, and very afraid of people. This dog is wearing a collar so Mom is trying to catch the dog to see if she can find the people who own the dog —neighbor ??? dumped off???