As peeps in the U.S. prepare for the Thanksgiving ‘howliday’ this week, we hope you and yours stay safe as you give thanks. Maybe be like Duke and impress your tribe on Facetime rather than in person. But wherever you’re at, we hope you stay smiling.
Egad…we’ve reached the latter half of November…how in the dog did THAT happen? While in many ways 2020 has seemed to drag on and on, it’s still incomprehensible there is a mere six weeks left in a year we’d all probably like to forget.
What’s a Ranch Hand to do? How ’bout we start the week out with another Indian Hills sign. Last week’s musing seemed to tickle you guys so let’s go with “an udder.”
Happy Monday. Don’t know about you but I think we should start the week out with a pun after last week. My favorite bedroom community west of Denver is Indian Hills where my daughter and her family lived for over 5 years before moving out of state. I’ve written about Indian Hills before here.
What was once a summer campground for Ute Indians inthe area, Indian Hills became home to area hearty pioneers, booming as a resort community in the 1920’s and finally transitioned into the small mountain community of today. The community center located along State Highway 74 is where residents get together for town meetings or other public events with the sign board outside announcing them, as well as posting the occasional pun and is managed by Colorado native and town resident, Vince Rozmiarek. Begun several years ago, he delights passersby with his clever wordplay. The town also has a Facebook page showcasing the signage and where they are now selling a calendar for 2021.
Given the tenseness over past several days, I think we can all use a chuckle to start out the week. Happy Monday.
A mere 60 days from now we will start a fresh new year. If you’re anything like me, you’ll happily kick 2020 to the curb of ancient history. Same for tomorrow. Can it come soon enough?
Enough of the doom and gloom, let’s start the week out with a bit of silliness. When I saw this cartoon I couldn’t help but chuckle and let the iconic Karen and Richard Carpenter planted an ear worm that has last a few days. Guess there are worse things (like the 87th phone call from some political group asking me if I’ve voted yet).
At any rate, here’s to a marvy week, sans any rainy days.
It’s Monday and this is where we start out the week with a smile. Even as we’re being buried in about 9″ (so far) of snow with single digits. Yup, it’s true, winter arrived at the Ranch. Both dogs took one look outside, sniffed then turned around saying, “Nah, we can hold it for a while.”
The snowstorm has somewhat stemmed the growth of the fire (despite it consuming now more than 192,000 acres) as well as much of the containment work across Northern Colorado’s massive wildfires. Some evacuation orders have been lifted in Larimer and Grand Counties as of Sunday night. This is good news. That said, because much of the region is in rough, steep country, heavy equipment used to fight fires will not be able to make additional progress in the icy conditions. Perhaps the 700+ firefighters can get some much needed rest. We continue to keep them and the residents of the fire areas in our thoughts and prayers.
Here’s to a ‘wagnificent’ week of smiles, mask wearing, social distancing and paw washing.
Before we get to Monday, I wanted to express my heartfelt thanks to all who were so kind with their welcome back comments on our last post and extra thanks to those of you who reached out privately over the past six weeks. It has been so incredibly touching and most appreciated. The pet blogging community is quite special and I will always be grateful to each and everyone of you for your kindness and caring. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Now, let’s get to Monday. For those of you living in the US who are not quite ready to welcome another week of the campaign, I hope you find comfort in the thought there are only two more weeks until the election. Thank heavens for small miracles. I’m sure everyone will be grateful for the end of the weirdest election ever. But if that doesn’t make you smile, how about seeing therapy dogs in action from Norman’s recent inaugural visit to Lutheran. The panDAMNic has taken a real toll on healthcare workers everywhere and it certainly disseminated our therapy ranks, but ten dogs were scheduled for this event, five for each shift, which was a nice way to start up again.
Even with reduced numbers, there was still a good variety of participating pups from tiny Bindee to buffalo-sized Norman. Whatever your jam, the Lutheran pet therapy dogs have you well covered.
Norman was especially taken with little Bindee, wiggling his butt non-stop whenever he was around her but always remaining a well behaved, gentle giant. I wasn’t 100% completely sure how’d this mass get-together would fly but Norman showed why he should do quite well when it comes to pet therapy work. There were loads of “hi there, how you doing, nice to meet you” kind of sniffs with tails wags and wiggles by all the dogs. It was particularly nice to also see the handlers after many months being away.
While I personally wish there had been more doctors and nurses from the Emergency Department (they had been lobbying for dog visits for some time and could definitely use the pet therapy visits as the hospital is once again full with patients as the city’s COVID numbers have spiked lately), we did get a few drop in’s from folks I’d previously seen around the hospital with probably half a dozen EMTS and police officers.
Everyone seemed very pleased to visit with all the dogs on a perfect autumn day with mild temps and the dogs were glad to be back to work. We’re all hopeful that we can do this again soon.
Rylie also made her maiden voyage with Norman. She’s going to be a great addition of the group. At the end of the day, the Good Dogs of Lutheran’s pet therapy program made the event a resounding success and everyone is already jonesing for the next time when these special dogs are able to make people smile and breath just a bit easier in these weird times.
Spending the weekend with my family on Colorado’s Western Slope while celebrating my Dad’s 90th birthday definitely turned me into a peacock. We hope your weekend was equally as special. What a treat to wake up to crisp cool temps. While driving over the pass, I noticed a small smattering of aspen trees leaning toward their autumnal golden beauty and even noticed some snow dusting on several peaks above timberline. Let the autumnal commencement begin.