The Coach’s birthday extravaganza; complete with a visit to the pot store.

I feel like I’ve slipped into a blogging hole.
I have SO much I want to share, but have a hard time getting to it.
What have I been doing? 
I could tell you, but then again, I could also NOT tell you.
I’m super secretive. HA

Finishing up Coach’s birthday trip in a nutshell.

Some of the other things besides archery, fly fishing, spa-ing and eating that we did in Wyoming was:

The boys shot sport clays. They enjoyed it and dang, they’re handsome. 
 On a morning walk at the lodge, Kelly and I witnessed the moving of 400 sheep! Two cowboys and several dogs moved this gang along the dirt road…..they were so vocal!

We left Wyoming, drove south to our next destination;  
Gateway, CO. I stepped WAY out of my comfort zone for my love. 
We took a UTV tour through rough. [ROUGH} terrain, along deep {DEEP} canyons…..the Coach is a good driver, but I was white nuckle-ing it. 
Sample photo of an UTV (Utility Task Vehicle)
I’m terrified of heights….and there were many heights!
 The view at the top was well worth the chance of dying. 
The resort gave us bikes to use on the property. Mine was metallic orange!
The morning of Coach’s 50th birthday; we rode our bikes to a helicopter pad. We were flown from the resort to an airport near Arches National Park in Utah. 
 We were picked up there by a driver and he gave us a tour of Arches park. We stopped for a picnic lunch. The day couldn’t have been more perfect. 
Remember that comfort zone that I’d previously stepped out of ? Well getting into an helicopter took all my will power….but surprisingly, it was fabulous. 
I enjoyed every minute of our trip in the air. (30 minutes each way) Helicoptering is way better than air planing.
I now need a helicopter. (FYI, my birthday is 9/10 if you’d like to get together on a group gift!)

 This was the view from our patio at our casita in CO. Not too shabby. There were even horses in our backyard….oh, and wild turkeys. Gobble!

 I’m sure you’re wondering if we stopped in one of the bajillion dispensaries while in CO? Well, yes we did. We’re so nosy and didn’t know what the heck to expect. Pretty neat really; it’s like walking into a really clean (and maryjane smelling) pharmacy/store. 
Did I purchase anything?
Well, I almost bought the girls a canabis coloring book….but then I’d have to buy sharpies or colored pencils to go with and by this point I was on a contact high; couldn’t get myself together for all that.

She used to chase cows, now she’s chasing her next nap.

A few weeks ago the Coach and I were discussing adopting another pup. I’m perfectly happy with having one dog; it’s easy. Cocoa is 10 though, and for a boxer, 10 is really old. The Coach thought that it would be better to adopt while Cocoa was still here, so she could show the new dog how our house works.
We’re talking about adopting an older dog. No pups for me thankyouverymuch. We were going for the senior dogs; the ones that aren’t always given another opportunity for a home.
You know the ones, 4 teeth, all gray, doesn’t care to chase my yard bunnies.

I texted the Coach on a Friday morning when he was out of town at a softball tourney and said I was going to fill out the application online for adoption, just so we can get the ball rolling; knowing we’d not be ready until the house renovation was done. (Christmas? New Years?)
He was so excited and shared this news with the peeps who were with him at the time.

Fast forward to a few days later. One of the peeps at the table with Coach when he got the text is a friend of ours who is a rancher. (also a great softball coach) He has working dogs and one of his favorites was getting up in age and couldn’t keep up with the horses and cows anymore. So, she spent her days just sitting in the kennel.
Alone. Bored. Sad.
If she wasn’t a favorite, well, she’d not be there anymore.
Working dogs aren’t treated as we treat our pets. NeedIsayMore?

I don’t have to tell you how the rest of the story goes.

Meet Callie.
She’s 8 1/2 years young.
She’s part Catahoula leopard cur and part Black Mouth Cur.  (both working dogs)

Callie the retired cow dog.
She’s kind of a mess. The Coach lovingly referred to her as a “junk yard” dog.
I don’t think she understood the phrase, so she’s ok.

Callie who has never lived in a home.
Or had a bath.
Or a soft bed.
Or a day off work until recently.
Callie who has 6 teeth.

And heart worms.
And hook worms.
And an ear infection.
(all health concerns being addressed–no wonder she couldn’t keep up!)

Callie is now part of our clan.
our gang.
My people.

Today is her three week anniversary.
We took her with the thought that if she didn’t work out, she’d go back to the ranch.
No harm. No foul.
We believe she’s staying.

She has a great disposition and is very easy.
She and Cocoa are indifferent to each other. Not in love. Not in dislike.

Although, Callie is starting to think that she is the sole proprietor of both dog beds….even though she can only lay in one at a time. We’re working on this little bit of bullying issue.

So far, she’s tore up a pair of my underwear and a tank top of mine.
So yeah, she’s obsessed with me.

Can you blame her?

So, no boxers for us for now.
My next rescue is going to be another boxer.
Well, that’s my intention….usually rescues just show up whether you’re looking or not.