I won’t be taking, “you know who” to Colorado. I know…why not? I’ll be working on a ranch, for gosh sakes! But he is still a pup in his brain and if something moves fast or suddenly, that working dog blood tells him to go after it. My horses are used to it and just roll their eyeballs or cock a hoof at him. I’m gonna miss him but I don’t want to have any extra responsibilities where I’m going.
His job is to keep the armadillo out of the yard! Anywhere I put a water sprinkler to help the grass hold on till those first Fall rains…that varmint is digging holes and it looks like a landmine field out there!
So I’m taking him with me everywhere. To gather horses…to take them back. He loves riding in the truck. All of the ranch geldings have new shoes, they are all covered in fly spray, burrs out of their manes and tails, all cuts covered in ointment. Everyone is set for me to leave for a month, except me.
How do people know they are stepping off into the right direction? A leap of faith? A strong desire doesn’t mean it’s right.
This feeling is hard to describe. It feels right, it feels calm, it feels joyful, it feels warm, it feels sacred.
As I walk along with my precious dog friend by my side, I look up and express gratitude for a chance to take a baby step toward my dream of helping people with horses.
This vision is recognizable by the feeling that it has with it.