I love it when people visit us in Laramie, Wyoming. I love to show them our little house (on the prairie? almost), our fun frontier town, the mountains that surround us, the stark and undeniable beauty of the West. Most of my family came to visit me this summer after a long roadtrip or flight/s. …
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“Guest Post” by Boone
Hi, my name is Boone or, at least, I think it is. Sometimes my humans call me Abe, but whenever they do that, they're quick to say "Boone" right after. I was a puppy in Kansas for a while, which was boring because my first home was just a basement, and there was no one …
What Dogs Teach Us
In the morning I am careful not to step over any of the pawprints dotting the snow in our yard. In fact, I find one with particularly crisp edges, not yet touched by sunlight, and I squat down to touch the cold circles and corners. I do this because, once this snow is gone, no …
Homefront Update
Spring is on its way to Laramie. A couple weeks ago we saw over a foot of snow over the course of several dreary days. Thankfully with this "warmer" weather, the snow doesn't stick around for very long. Since we've had some rain, which is wonderful. I'd forgotten about the lovely persistent sound the rain makes …
Gratitude
I'd like to live in the plane of gratitude, not just offer it up when I'm feeling warm and loved. In the way that some pray without ceasing, living and acting from a place of gratitude would have a profound effect on my frame of mind. Instead of shouting at Abe, my dog, for digging …
You Know You Have a Dog When…
Adopting a dog was something I've long wanted to do, even as a poor college student. I grew up with dogs around the house and learned quickly to love their furry companionship, as well as their ability to eat all the weird green and mushroom-y foods I occasionally slipped to them under the table when …
First Snow – Yes, Already
This Thursday night it began snowing. I believe the Weather Channel had named this winter storm (emphasis on winter) Atlas. Matt, a few friends of ours, and I were drinking beers and Moscow mules at a bar situated such that the front windows look directly out onto the railroad. You have to stop talking when …
