Divine Canines in Action, or How Dohggy Lifts a Paw–and a Heart!

A note from Erin… As I mostly reside in Austin, sometimes the vet clinic blogs had a bit of Texas flair, and this was one of those days. This post was written by good friend Bobbi for Divine Canines, a group here in Austin that provides free, animal-assisted therapy services to various groups in Central…

Fall Gathering, or Sagebrush Meditations

Sam and Monica still do lots of things the old way, using horses to gather to gather up the cattle. Sam may own a four-wheeler, but he is much more at home on a horse. Dad once described him as a “pretty fancy calf roper,” and I think he still is. But last weekend, Sam…

The Wearing of the Orange, or Hunter Safety for Dogs

Thanks to my mother-in-law, this photo popped up yesterday in my Facebook feed.   Once I finished laughing, I got to thinking that these dogs actually had the right idea. See, mum and I have been known to be avid autumn, winter, and spring hikers (no snakes, and beggar’s lice and cheat grass haven’t cropped up…

Holy Muttrimony, or What We Do for Fun in Small Towns

A note from Erin: This piece was written by my good friend and occasional partner in crime Hilda Thomas. It was originally published in the Dubois (pronounced dew-boyz) Frontier, and I ran across it again in some old files. I couldn’t help but share the laugh… On August 28, 2010, in the dwindling dog days of…

Cheeky Badger and the Toothy Grin

When we last checked in with Badger, he was rather pitiful, even sporting the cone of shame. No more! Badger has made a full recovery, even if his hoped-for sex life has not.   I know, I know–looking at this photo you might not be certain if this is so much cheeky grin or “thatsa…

Burn Baby Burn!

Bridger’s Volunteer Fire Department must have spent the weekend on high alert as my dad finally torched the funeral pyres of Russian olive trees that had dotted the pastures for several years. Why was the fire department at Defcon 5, its highest state of readiness, you ask? That would be because of dad and his…

Pitiful Badger and the Cone of Shame

Pity the poor Badger. Not only did Dr. Noland neuter him on Tuesday (see this Oatmeal post as we ponder what Badger will now make sparkle), but then he was forced to don the cone of shame. I’m hoping that one day he’ll forgive us all for these many indignities, but I’m betting that it…