Old Blankets, Old Horses, and Memories You Might Find in the Tack Room

I woke up the other morning to this photographic gem from my brother: a sweat-stained, slightly crusty horse blanket nearly 30 years old. For it to be 1986, that meant that I was riding Angie, a dappled palomino mare, and this blanket was probably earned for being the high-point 13-and-under youth for the Montana Quarter…

Itsy Bitsy Spider, or the Acrobatics of Early Morning Hikes

I’m a big fan of the early morning hike. On weekend mornings, I like to be out on the trail by seven. It’s still cool at that time of day, it’s not nearly as crowded, and it’s relatively quiet. It’s the perfect time to wear out two young dogs and get a little thinking done….

Why I Loved Zeke and Zeke Loved Me

A few years ago, I arrived home to a box at the front door. Since I am an Amazon Prime member and I’m a firm believer in that shipping things directly to me is one of the best things ever, boxes at the door are not uncommon occurrences. What was uncommon, however, is that the…

Baum-Chicka-Wow-Wow, or Don’t Call My Dog Fat!

I was having quite the day at work, so I hit the emergency button, called my husband, and asked him to take Eleanor to the vet. I very seldom take the dogs to the vet here in Austin, and when I do it’s only after I’ve conferred with Dad as to what is really wrong. However,…

And a Grin Big Enough to Hold Your Hat Up

I laugh every time I see this photo, and it’s not because Champ here had to get into the kiddie wading pool for the photo. It’s that grin on Hutch’s face. I cannot tell if he is showing off the fact that all of his teeth have come in or he is using it to…

Things You Learn the First Time

Ever wonder why old veterinarians always leave a window down just far enough on their pickups? Easy–so when their dogs (and please note the correct usage of the plural there) step on the lock  and lock them out of the truck, they still have a way to break into their own vehicle. Who says that…