Where's the song ~~ "Don't let your daughters grow up to marry a Cowboy" ?

​​​​​​​Life is tough! Requires hard physical work, long, long days of pain, dirt, and broken fingernails.​
​Days of frigid cold & scorching heat; through the dust & mud; daybreak into the darkness of nite~~​
​the heart & body becomes toughened & weathered replicating leather!​
​A forever constant factor for a real Cowboy's Wife is tons of sweat, oceans of tears and a constant 'drought' in the wallet!​
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​​​​​​​​​IF​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ she wants to spend anytime at all with her Cowboy, she must do as he does, you become partners!​
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​​​​​​Kick off your boots, grab a cup of coffee, sit back and envision yourself in my life!​
​... It really isn't that bad! There are many rewards to be had to make it a great lifestyle! ...​ ​​​​​​​


Showing posts with label Border Collies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Border Collies. Show all posts

Friday, March 6, 2009

Border Collies...

...Are Worth More Than Gold to a Cowboy!


This is our Mac..
an 8 week Tri-Color cutie!


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Here's Mac at 9 months, (on the right), helping his Mom, Kayla
during one of Cowboy's Stock Dog Clinics he was putting on...
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See all of this snow? Yikes!
Mac is on top.....at age 4
We were all in agreement..let's head for Arizona !
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After 5 years, of working at the feedlot and becoming bilingual working dogs,
we came home to Washington.
(His Mom Kayla and Grandma Zig...died here at home)
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Last Summer, at age 12, Mac enjoyed the sunshine and still thrived on spending his days trailing along with Cowboy, scouting for cattle and tangling with the coyotes.

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Ol' Mac is almost 13 years now.
He still loves his role as Cowboy's sidekick...
Long days outdoors, curling up in the cave he dug under the chicken coop
and throwing in a quick nip at one of the horses..
...yes, at a much greater distance now.
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But he loves to sleep too!
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EXCEPT....
At Night!
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I am a night owl...by MY choosing.
I get cranky when I don't get to sleep when I want!
Since January,
Ol' Mac has become afraid of the dark!
He hates to be alone!
And he hates to be in our room!
He became an inside dog only 3 years ago and had never set foot in our
room until our recent attempts of trying to get him to sleep!
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He howls...and he howls...
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We have tried leaving him in the mud room.
(with the light on and off...the heat on and off)
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He howls...and he howls...
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We have tried leaving him inside with the TV and lights on.
(His eyesight is not good, nor is his hearing but we tried anyway)
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He howls...and he howls...
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Having one of us "sleep" on the little tiny sofa in the TV room seems to keep him content. Frequently, he will nudge your hand.
Or he will stand staring at you.
Once you are in as deep of sleep as you are going to get,
he will apply his cold wet nose to your face,
making sure you are still there...and awake!
...scaring the crap out of you!
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Cowboy and I have been taking turns, since January when this
became an issue, of curling up with Ol' Mac.
Because I "fit" better on the little sofa,
I seem to be the elected companion more times than not.
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This is getting really old!
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I mean REALLY REALLY old!
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Ol' Mac's value of being worth more than that of gold...
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So here I sit, Ol' Mac is standing guard in the doorway - doozing!
Yes...he is standing, I'm sure it is to prevent any attempt on my part of sneaking
off to the soft comforts of my REAL bed!
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I may as well work on my projects!
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Sleep has become a rare commodity in our home!
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I'm pretty sure this has contributed to my previous post!



Tuesday, October 21, 2008

I Feel I Should Clarify...

I don't normally allow rivers to fall from my soul!
But do you all know how many tears you caused to fall while reading
your comments and many, many emails filled with questions, concerns & prayers?!
(I thought my dams had been built "Ford-Tough" to withstand anything!)
But I truly feel a deep indebtedness for your thoughts & well wishes.
Having built so many wonderful friendships here,
gives me hope! And fills my heart with peace!
You can't imagaine how thankful I am to have gotten to 'know' you!
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Now, let me clarify some things in our life...
seeing as how I've opened up so much already to this 'invisible' world...
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We are NOT waving the white flag of surrender...yet!
We have NOT lost our home or land...yet, and truly hope that doesn't happen!
We ARE survivors! We've been to Hell and back many times throughout our years together and we've always come back tougher, standing on firmer ground.
Of course we are older each time and strength can diminish with age ;(
But for strength, we have faith & we have each other...
and the deepest love for one another that cannot be severed...by anything!
Here's some pieces to the puzzle of Our Life that are NOT in "Our Life" page..
(I'm sorry the following explanation is so lengthy, I just don't know how else to clarify our life)
Debts?
We have a very small mortgage payment, thanks to our sale in AZ at just the 'right' time!
(which includes property taxes & insurance)...equivalent to less than most rents!
  1. Utilities
  2. Vehicle insurance (required)
  3. Bare Bones medical insurance
That's it ...!
What could we cut out?
  1. TV Dish Satellite
  2. Wild Blue Internet
  3. Medical insurance ???
That's it ...!
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Neither Cowboy or I were "born into" the agricultural world.
Nor were we "born into" money.
We have shared a mutual vision, a dream and a passion for the Pioneering spirit & lifestyle.
That is how we built the foundation of our lives together.
  • We have lived in the rugged N. Central Cascades running a pack outfit.
  • We have worked for and on ranches.
  • Cowboy (w/ Zig & Zag -our original Border Collies) managed the "backside" of the Okanogan Livestock Sales Yard.
  • Cowboy managed a feedlot in Buckeye, AZ.
  • Cowboy has been a certified Farrier for 25+ years.
  • Cowboy has started colts for 25+ years.
  • Cowboy has 'day worked' for ranchers every chance he's had.
  • Cowboy worked & lived on dairies growing up; loaded and unloaded semi's of hay.
  • We both even worked for an animal pharmaceutical company in Toppenish until they went bankrupt.
  • We have bought, built, remodeled & sold places where we maintained our Pioneer spirit & Ag lifestyle.
  • We have been sued...and lost...because some jerk didn't like driving by our covered arena! (They happened to have had more money than us, to keep the battle going!)

Our lives have been completely encompassed in the agricultural world. Agricultural lives means work! It requires a passion, dedication and fortitude. We thrived in our lives! The only time in all these years that Cowboy 'stayed home' from work was when he broke his back on the ranch in MT. and after having a heat stroke in AZ. Other broken bones or illnesses never stood in our way from a days work!

When we moved here, we were given the opportunity to fulfill our dream of having cattle. A rancher from the west side of the State was being "squeezed out". Cowboy had always been like a son to John. Keith had worked for him years ago and we've stayed close friends. None of John's sons or grandsons were interested in the cattle business to pass it on to, and being in his late 70's , wanting to semi-retire, he made us an offer we could not pass up. With purebred Shorthorn stock, he made it possible for us to have a jump start into our lifelong dream.

We moved into this community of longtime farmers and ranchers. The closest "city" is 35 miles away with a population of 2,800. Just our kind of home!

We don't own enough land to support a herd so we leased summer ranges, then winter fed, calved in Feb/March on the home grounds to make it work.
This community has quickly continued to shrink in population. Yet there happens to be a large feedlot (somehow connected to Agri-Beef) that consumes all the lands that come available or the farmer's families turn theirs over into CRP (not grazeable).
A year ago this month, just as Cowboy was headed out the drive to pay for our winter feed, I made him sit down to my black and white figures on paper.
(He was living with blinders on, desperate to bring our dreams to fruition)
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Leased ground was becoming less available & what was left to lease, was becoming too costly...because of the feedlot!
Hay prices were soaring, fuel was creeping higher...it was NOT possible to break even with these conditions, let alone build the herd numbers up!
I insisted we sell out. He had to agree. We did, however, keep two back.
(Oh how I miss the calving time! That was always my favorite time of year!)
Cowboy proceeded out of the drive, he paid for the winter feed we needed for horses.
NOT cattle. It just was not in the cards for us.
Since coming back to Washington, he has "day worked" for ranchers and even the feedlot. But starting colts was to be our mainstay. Over the years, Cowboy has built a reputation and earned great respect from his clientele...80% of the colts he starts are for ranchers from 3 states. He's been upfront, honest & fair to them. He has not been greedy by taking in more horses than we needed to pay our bills; nor to jeopardize the quality of his work. He has not charged the ranchers the higher prices that others charge; and he has given them back horses that are safe, dependable and can get the job done that's expected of these animals.

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On October 7th, Cowboy headed north to the Okanogan country again.
The purpose was three-fold.
1) to return 2 colts to a rancher that he had started.
2) to GIVE away one of our horses, to a 73 year old rancher who's 27 year old horse was failing.
3) to help some friends gather cattle off of their summer ranges for the week.


That morning before he left, 3 other horses he had started were picked up by their owners. The plan was that upon Cowboy's return that following week, (which is last week now) more horses would be arriving as had been scheduled throughout the winter.
The economy was taking a nose-dive fast and hard!
Two hours after he headed north, the phone began to ring.... "I'm sorry, but we can't afford..." ~~...."..maybe later, if things get better".... etc. etc. By the end of that week, all of his scheduled horses for the winter months had cancelled.
Do you remember that post "T'Was a S.A.D. Saturday" ?
We had managed to get all of our winter feed in here that week for the horses scheduled throughout the winter. Paid for.
The only horse that will remain here now, is that stallion, Bro, whose owner is in Hawaii.
He will leave this next Spring...if we hang on that long.

Since Cowboy's return from the North country, we have been doing survival maneuvers....
What? you might be asking...
We had to make the fateful decision, that any critter that did not 'pay' for itself, but instead, costs us money.. must leave!

  • GAVE away 2 Border Collies (both less than 2 yr old, they will now have 'jobs')
  • GAVE the goats away (no purpose having them since there's no dogs to train )
  • GAVE away 2 more horses, one more yet to go (that'll make 4 GIVEN away)
  • GAVE the chickens away (saves us winter feed and electricity for heat & light)
  • The 2 remaining cows? no decision yet...


It has been a strange week, a hard transition,
and leaving us with a very sad, emptiness in our hearts, our lives!
Everything has happened so fast! We are still numb..but we WILL find our way.


Saturday, August 2, 2008

A Midnight Rendezvous...

...gone sour!
Hangin' his head low, scuffing his feet & kicking pebbles with each step he took...
a young feller saunters up our drive at dawn....
Trouble weighed heavy on his shoulders...
He's working harvest, driving combine for a neighboring farmer.
Since harvest starts with the rising of the sun & ends a day~ long after sunset,
this young man has been camped out down by the creek in a tent with a BBQ & cooler. It's saving him a bundle of money from having to commute 45 miles each way, each day.
Scared~is written across his brow.
His hands were wringing themselves into knots.
A whisper~is all his vocal cords allowed.
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"Morn'n Cowboy" he begins...
"I am so sorry.."
"I was on my cell phone late last night, walking the distance to find the "can you hear me now" spot.."
"Brindle was ahead of me, nose to the ground.."
"And then he was GONE!!"
"I hung the phone up & chased after him with my flashlight a waving."
"No lights were glowing in your windows, all looked tucked in."
"I knew you kenneled your dogs at night, and there was not a howl to be heard."
"A feeling came over me telling me that I'd better have a look about anyway, so I dodged the lilacs & a sprinkler still watering your lands; stumbled over a stump & landed in the briars."
"I called to Brindle as loud as I dared"
"There was still not a growl! and I hated to prowl...."
"As I unwound myself from a roll of wire behind your garage..."
"I recognised the sound that chain link makes when bumped..."
"Seems as Brindle scaled the 6 ft. in a flash.."
"I am so sorry Cowboy!"
"I was too late!"
"The glow from my flashlight found Brindle~who had found Millie!"
"Racing around to find the gate, I rushed in & tried my best to stop them!"
"I am so sorry, Cowboy!"
"I was too late!"
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~~~FREE PUPPIES! ~~~coming soon!

~~~WRONG!~~~
~~~WRONG! ~~~
We called our Vet Tech friend, Rae, who works at WSU Vet hospital...
"Have they come up with a "day after pill" for canines yet??
.....Please, please say Yes!"
Sadly she says "Sorry but No..."

WHAT A DISASTER!
Cowboy's Gotta Make a Decision!
~~~Danged Dogs ~~

"Mr. Hustler Brindle" & "Miss Hussy Millie"
WILL NOT BE havin' puppies...ever!
Imagine this....
Registered Border Collie
crossed with:
are ya ready?
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GRrr
GRrrr
GRrrrrr
GRrrrrrr
GRrrrrrrr
Pit Bull
What's that give you...a good hard biting stock dog?
A Border Bull?
A Collie Pit?
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Nope...what it gives you is one spayed Border Collie
which now matters not that she's papered!!
What it also gives you is another huge gouge in the already thin Cowboy wallet!
**All for a Midnight Trist!**

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

And the Sun Sets...



...ending another glorious day for A Cowboy's Wife!

or was it??? Let's back track...the day was July 1, 2008.....yesterday!
(If you don't like to walk backwards in time, go to the beginning ...
... at the end and read up!)

-9:35pm: Sitting on the front porch, our appetites satisfied with Spaghetti Carbonara, we 'noticed' the mess...we never got to today...shook our heads and said "Oh well...there is always tomorrow!"
We both agreed that today-the tempers, the frustrations, the work...are much easier to cope with on a cold 0* day after a long nights sleep, than it is on a 101* summer day, after very little sleep! I'm Ok now...Cowboy is Ok now...power is working, A/C is running (only the 3rd time I've turned it on...hate the higher power bills so I use sparingly!), all the animals seem content, nothing died, we're alive & sitting on our front porch...together!
I'm savoring my 4th cup of coffee (6th for the day)...I noticed the sun was setting over the wheat fields in the distance. Since calm had come back to my senses...I DID think about that danged camera that I never seem to have handy...so seeing the sunset, I did the best I & the camera can do....
"The Calm AFTER the Storm"
Tomorrow is yet another day....

-6:55 pm: Ok, all the chickens are SAFELY back in their pen. They were relieved, and so was I! We had to fix their pen also...seems as somewhere in the midnight riot, one of the horses must have kicked through their pen leaving a gaping hole. The "Girls" got their "rights" read to them...once they realized all that hollering was directed at them to STOP! They are now safe in their kennels...to contemplate their day! The good & the bad! Our bellies are screaming for supper...and my mind reminds me I have NOT had my daily quota of coffee!

-5:30 pm: Horses unsaddled, bathed & turned out. Hmmmmmm...we haven't even begun to do MY "yard chores"....I'm thinking.. "...bet it don't happen today!" As that thought flew passed my brain..we saw Tess chasing...a chicken! They had gotten out sometime between 11: am & now! She listens pretty well, yet sometimes she has a brain fart & forgets she's being spoken (or hollered) to! This was one of those times! Chaos! Squaking & feathers filled the air! Millie decided she wanted to be in on the action too! You all know how them "Teen years" are! Ol' Man Mac, knows better, so he just found the best seat in the house and watched...I'm sure he was thinking "Ok you young pups...you're in for a lesson on discipline!"

-4:20 pm: Arrived back home...after having had to load up two horses, haul over to "Mr. & Mrs", and set out to find & gather OUR Momma cow & her calf, along with the 2 newly weaned from the bottle/to butcher calves of theirs. They didn't like the storm either, I'd guess! Luckily, they were found on the CRP to the south and NOT the wheat fields to the north & west! We got the buggers back, had to clean out their water troughs of mud...and repair more fences! I have to say Tess and Millie did a great job helping! (pretty much the only Plus of the day so far!)

-11:45 am: Finishing our lunch, the phone rings...."uh-oh" , I hear Hubby say, "we'll be right there"...the Uh-Oh.......sent prickly sensations through my spine...I knew those words meant something NOT fun was about to happen!

-11:00 am: Just got done with the "horse chores"! Whew! Aside from the normal cleaning & feeding, there was water troughs to be cleaned from all the mud created by the Haboob, horses to be caught, and doctored, fences to be mended & pens put back where they used to be! Quite appearent, the horses did NOT enjoy the storm either! They got all rawled up & went berserk! It's a domino effect...only takes ONE to stir the whole pot! We'll never know which one started it...doesn't matter, "damage" was done. One gate was bent & barely hanging; two horses were 'roaming' on the CRP bordering us (Cowboy forgot to shut that gate when he came back in from riding the day before! Bet he doesn't forget again, you are thinking...but I know him...he will!); the fence between one young filly & a gelding was "sagging", t-posts bent..and they were together. The gelding must have created that mess, as he is the one that needed doctoring. Luckily, nothing too serious, as wire is known to do. Cowboy had to get out the scissors & then do some stitching. He'll be fine, just looks ugly!The only horse here that seemed to keep his cool was the 2 year old stallion going to Hawaii! Thank goodness!!

-7:30 am: Having finished a light breakfast of eggs, toast and peaches, we grumpily agreed that more would be accomplished, productively, if we joined forces. I will help Cowboy do all the "horse chores" because there was going to be more than usual. (We heard the ruccous in the dark quiet hours, but there was no use doing anything about it until morning). He will help me to the "yard chores" seeing branches and tumbleweeds EVERYWHERE! Without wandering around the premises...I could only imagine what else took place...but I'll check that out AFTER the "horse chores"...no point in getting more stressed!

TUES July 1, 2008-6:30 am: Grrrrr! DID NOT sleep well! We had a horrible wind storm come through last nite, lost the power about midnite & it stayed off for 2.5 hours, temp's hovered around 88*in the bedroom,living room~ everywhere! Felt like I was in AZ again! Complete with the Haboob! We sat on the front porch assessing the whole situation afore us, drinking our coffee! Neither of us speaking for fear our lack of REM sleep would cause us to take slashes at the world around us, including each other!
"HABOOB" def: The word "haboob" comes from the Arabic word habb, meaning “wind.” A haboob is a wall of dust as a result of a microburst or downburst. The air forced downward is pushed forward by the front of a thunderstorm cell, dragging dust and debris with it, as it travels across the terrain.
Haboobs occur mostly during the summer months . These dust storms are much more serious than dust devils. The wind during a haboob is usually up to about 30 mph and dust can rise high into the air as it blows over the Valley. A haboob can last for up to three hours . There various degrees of dust storms, but the haboob is the largest and most dangerous.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

A little slice....

...out of life! Ooops.....no that was out of Me!

Bein' in a hurry last nite, sharp knife in hand (sharp is a must in my house!), rushing to get yet another late supper made at 10:15 pm...I sliced the tip of my pinkie off...my left one even..so this typing thing is kinda hunt & peck as I go. We don't 'do' Dr.'s, should prob'ly have gotten stitches but driving 40 miles to a clinic & the wait & the $$...No...not worth it. ....as the Grandkids call me "One Tough Bird", that I must be. And heck, what is one more scar to join the company of so many more? Hopefully the "chunk" we quickly bound w/gauze and tape, will reattach it's self...if not? It' will just be 'sensitive' forever like one of my other fingers, that was created by a rope on a raunchy calf!
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My Cowboy & I took a drive today, to deliver a 2yr old stud colt he started back to it's owner & pick up another one. (Luckily she pays for the gas! WOW! Cost $160.00 today!) We never go anywhere, never take a day "off" & vacate the premises together...but decided we needed to today. One day without a human here...all would survive. We needed a break...together. We loaded the "girls" (Millie & Tess~teenage Border Collies) and they were chained on their short leads in the back of the pickup as they like to"heel" cars in passing. When we hit the freeway, they freaked out! They tried climbing thru the pass thru window which wasn't opened, tried jumping on the top of the cab! We couldn't figure out what was wrong........so we pulled off the highway, thinking maybe something 'bit' them, maybe a rock from a passing car hit them...we didn't know. They were truly scared! So we brought them inside the cab with us. A mile or so later, we drove under an overpass (& many more to come!) and both of them ducked!! & hit the floorboards FAST!! at the same time!
We then figured it out!
We took these country dogs out of the country! They'd never been on anything but 2 lane county roads with little traffic! They'd never had vehicles come from behind and pass that they didn't see coming (the horse trailer was in their way today & the cars/trucks came FAST!) They certainly had never been anywhere they needed to duck from something....except for the hind feet of a kicking cow or horse!
Us, leaving the country for the bigger cities and traffic is bad enough, yet it never occurred to us that our dogs would feel the same stress! Now we know!
Maybe we shouldn't live such a secluded life! WRONG!
They are working dogs...they don't need the city life exposure anymore than we do!
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We spent the whole day with Gay & her family. Hubby showed them what he'd accomplished & how, with the stud. They have a bunch of new colts now, so he showed them some 'tricks' to getting a handle on them, catching, haltering & leading...and even messing with their feet. Keith is a certified farrier too, so he lightly rasped the young feet to help get them in line early. Hubby gets to start her horses & after they are sold, they generally come back to him for another 60-90 days. His mission today, was to get these young ones off to a GOOD start..so when they come to our place, it's makes his job easier & more pleasant for him & horse! Wished I'd have taken my cheap camera & gotten a few shots....those babies are sooooooooo cute!
Hubby doesn't show or compete, he doesn't like that part and doesn't care for the confines of an arena. His passion is with the young ones...the laying of the foundation...from their feet to their mind, instilling good behavior, respect, & safety. He exposes them to anything & everything possible. He loves to take them in the mountains! Or gather & work cattle, whether it's day work for a rancher or feedlot, or just helping friends.
Anyhow, while he "played" with the horses, I enjoyed her "yardscape".
It is so cool! It's done old western style, lots of cowboy paraphernalia strewn in the beds & pathways, along the creeks & bridges. Around the old buildings & barns. (Her Dad was a cowboy, she lived & followed his footsteps....and it's his brand they use...his horse bloodlines are carried on today.) She has FLOWERS everywhere! And luckily, she likes to share! We exchange things everytime we see each other.
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Oh my Gosh! I feel like I've stepped back in time...100+ yrs ago when I'm at their home...and that is the era I always felt I should have been born in!!
My folks still talk about that today...how that's all I ever wanted as a kid... wishing I'd been born in the 1800's, to be a cowgirl, have a horse, an old run down Victorian house (there was one we'd drive by on the way to camp every year...I still remember it...& that's what I was going to have when I grew up), no neighbors, lots of critters about, a garden...and I'd be content. They couldn't understand it then...& certainly have never understood my attempts at having that lifestyle in this century!
You know.....I almost have it, as I dreamed so many years ago!
I live in 108 yr old house, no neighbors, there are oodles of animals to feed; I have my gardens for pleasure & purpose....and I have My Cowboy!
It's not the 1800's....but I'll take it!