Sending out a boat load of good vibrations tonight. Kindness and gratitudes to all who we meet. The eyes tell it all.
Mar 24, 2021
Hello fellow canines and the humans we own. Well, once again I find myself in Tubac, AZ. We
seem to be acculturized to this place. Kinda like homogenized only different. It’s a sweet little
spot here and the weather seems to fit our clothes. (Skipping over the ocean like a stone)
Thank you Donovan. To date I have spotted no lizards. I know they’re out there as I can smell
them. For Bosties this scent is not fragrant. It’s nothing like huffing a poodle or even a
schnowzer. From my observations of previous trips I’ve noted the crafty roadrunner is undetected.
I’m ok with this as he makes me nervous. He’s just too dang fast for me to get out of
the way and that beak is terrifying. I’m sure he’ll arrive before long as he knows I’m sleeping
here. He haunts my dreams.
I took a road trip with Annie and Clark to Nogales last week. I thought we were going to see the
futile Donald wall and Annie would do some casual graffiti but this was not the case. It was not
a joyous outing for me as they took me to a Vet and caught me off-guard as Annie and Clark
disguised their intent. It appears I have bulging eye syndrome. Not a fatal condition just a pain
in the eye. As a result of this surprise I have the displeasure of eye ointment daily. What we
pooches don’t tolerate for our people. Anyway, I guess this is the stuff that happens as we
push along our life’s trail. On a positive note the vet was good enough and a graduate of
Northern Nogales School of Vetinary something. A plaque on his wall said he had a solid GPA.
The other patients didn’t smell that bad so I tolerated the ordeal, except for that rectal thermometer.
Annie is a good swimmer. We have a pool and I’m told it’s heated. Insignificant to me as I am a
sinker and dare not enter the thing called water. I have entertained the thought but I am a prudent
Bostie as we, like some humans are top heavy. Clark has developed a scoring card for
Annie’s water entries. From what I understand it’s built around 2 scales: 1. Degree of difficulty
and 2. Technical merit. She appears to earn low scores for degree of difficulty but earns mediocre
marks for technical merit. Interpret this for yourself. She makes me so proud. I’ve heard
from Annie that Clark is doing well. Truth be known, I saw him get on his bike and although the
climbing aboard the device looked snaky to me he tottered off and returned home shortly
thereafter. I was surprised and pleased upon his return as he provides snacks Annie does not
think are healthy for me.
I’ve heard my people talk of trips to art galleries followed by something called margaritas. From
earlier trips these outings seem to make humans in these parts loquacious and happy followed
by food and more margaritas. We Bosties are more intrinsically driven I think and less prone to
outside influences such as tequila. Personally, a little chicken broth is heavenly. The days are
blissful and warm in Tubac. Annie applies sunscreen to my tender fur each day and rubs the
excess on herself. Clark seems resistive to this concept and has subsequently blistered his
hide. He calls it a tan. I shake my head at him and wonder. As I have previously written, I like
pretty much all the differences that go along with living here a short time. The atmosphere, the
southwest dog food, the siestas, rides in the truck, blah blah blah. To me the differences aren’t
better nor worse than my beloved Montana they just help me celebrate our sameness.
Vaya con dios, my friends.
Sep 10, 2020
Hello fellow canines and humans I have encountered along the trail. It’s twilight at this Ranch where I live with Annie and Clark. It was a blustery day. Very different from the fur-warming days of the past weeks sharing mid-morning lounging with Annie and Clark on the deck. The wind blew and that unsettles me. One of my thoughts was, “something is rolling in.” I hoped it was not something “new” creeping its way into our lives. Like you, I’ve had quite enough of new things moving along the edge of where we live and getting comfortable at our doorsteps.
I miss romping with my friends, catching a sniff of strange tail on my roadside strolls with
Annie, and the abandon in the way we used to approach daily living. Don’t start up with me on social media. I live the life of Riley. Was he a French Poodle? You clowns should have it so good. Tonight’s table menu consisted of roasted chicken scraps, a heavily buttered plate from left-over corn on the cob, topped off with a nice spoon of 3 day old cheesecake. I’m happy.
It’s just different these days. Not bad, worse, infirmary, just different. We strive for balance in our lives here at the Ranch. I’m a firm believer in the notion that if you don’t have a roadmap, any road will get you there, thus we wake in the morning and share a cup of Joe, good conversation and turn our gaze and thoughts to how to make a smidgen of difference for good in the world. Today, I consciously decided not to chase the garden chipmunk. He may have been disappointed but it was my small contribution to helping nature remain calm for a few minutes.
Annie is busy with everything but especially over the past 4 months. Clark isn’t falling apart but his old hips and back ain’t what they used to be...whatever that was. I’ve noted he doesn’t have his usual alacrity (a word I heard on NPR). I hear Annie tell her people that “Clark is
coming around.” In our canine world this usually means someone is coming over to sniff your butt. I don’t see that happening with Clark anytime soon.
Annie’s deck flowers snag your breath away. I think we’re doing good at slowing things down and letting the goodness of each day sink in. I’m sending you all love and good snacking.
Your Bostie friend,
Jul 21, 2020
by Rita Dove
Imagine you wake up
with a second chance: The blue jay
hawks his pretty wares
and the oak still stands, spreading
glorious shade. If you don’t look back,
the future never happens.
How good to rise in sunlight,
in the prodigal smell of biscuits –
eggs and sausage on the grill.
The whole sky is yours
to write on, blown open
to a blank page. Come on,
shake a leg! You’ll never know
who’s down there, frying those eggs,
if you don’t get up and see.
May 8, 2020
My son's beautiful family... they feel miles away (more than the 60 they already are). They help with the family grocery store (and they run a butcher shop) so needless to say they are keeping Trace and I safe by not exposing us. The reality, many families are living life in similar fashion, if not worse scenarios, with possible death or sick loved ones.
Trace I hold him close, he's due for hip replacement. It's severity showing by each passing day, movement is painful... but there again how lucky we feel to be alive and know our kids are safe.
Prayers and energy work are completed every morning, for not only does Mother Earth need it but her living creatures (including us humans) need it badly.