I am drinking beer while writing an article for March’s issue of the Nevada Rancher.
I have a side of rawhide soaking in the bathtub, which means that when Adrian goes for her nightly soak in the tub, I’m probably going to get my ears boxed.
My poor little Roo dog has a bad back and is currently sitting in my lap feeling poorly, and I can’t fix it.
I found my favorite braiding fid that I thought was lost forever in the move and I have some callouses finally starting to form where the rawhide strings rub up against my fingers.
The ground is parched and thirsty and every horse, cow and tree I pass looks miserable and ready to dry up. We need rain.
Life is never black and white, wonderful or terrible. It tends to be a shade of grey…and that’s all right.
Happy Hump Day, peeps!
xo xo Liz