I have been letting Rocket out of
her pen every day to play. She doesn't really like her pen, she wants
to live on the porch. So I caved in and put a nice little basket out
with a nice soft blanket, (which she chewed a hole in the first
night...) Evidently now that no longer suits her, she has started
trying to rush past me every time I go in the house... Not going to
happen, not ever going to happen, I am not a hill billy... I think back
to the pen and her little plastic dog house... I was just trying to
watch a little CSI and fold laundry... and there was that pitiful little
face, trying to make me feel guilty.
The words here are about my life as the wife of a now retired Soldier. I live on a small ranch in Texas, and my experiences here craft the words I use to express my life. The sacrifices, challenges, and the deeply satisfying rewards of being the wife of such a man influence them as well. I live in a beautiful and peaceful place, and it is great solace and comfort when I face life and the challenges of a complicated and stressed world. So I have titled my writings "From the Ranch."
From the Ranch
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
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