R.I.P Razor

The old guys dog passed away the other day. Sad. She was an awesome cattle dog, friend, travel companion and teacher to the younger dogs.



R.I.P my friend. 10/2000 - 2/2014

I Lost a Friend

I lost a special friend today
the kind you can't replace,
and looking at her empty bed
I still can see her beautiful face.
I know she's in a special place
our Lord has for such friends,
Where meadows, fields & flowers
help make them strong and whole again.
I know she's watching over me
She'll be with me when I cry,
So with one more kiss on her beloved head
I told my friend goodbye.
-Author Unknown

A Working Dog

I’ve seen the Rocky Mountains
and the Gulf of Mexico,
the California Surfers
and palm trees in a row.

I’ve read the works of Shakespeare
and seen Picasso’s paint,
the sounds of concert pianists,
And heard the bagpipes quaint.

And all of these have thrilled me
but not one could compare
with watching herding dogs a-working,
a single or a pair.

There’s magic in each movement
that Mozart never had.
And beauty in each turn
that makes my heart feel glad.

There’s science in each answer
Of every whistled tone
that Newton never thought of
nor ever was he shown.

There’s feeling in the handling
that only poets know
or cowgirls that work with stockdogs
and feel the teamwork grow.

Wherever life may take you
in sunshine or in fog,
you’ll never quite forget it
when once you’ve worked a dog

                     ~Author Unknown

I hope to have pictures of my shattered wrist. I broke it Thursday night, had surgery  Friday morning. They put pins and a plate in there. It sucks but I'm hanging in there. I feel so useless!!

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