Horrible Bosses on Wordy Wednesday

Over the past weekend it seemed apparent I needed some serious comedy after a weekend hospital visit to rejuvenate so I spent some time cruising through the On Demand list of comedic claptrap and came across Horrible Bosses (2011) with Jason Bateman, Jennifer Aniston and Jason Sudeikis. No, I did not watch much of the Bronco game…remember I said comedic, not horribly tragic (could there be a worse team in football right now?). This fun release is 106 minutes of pretty mindless silliness that made me smile at some of the lines. Having worked for my own version of a Horrible Boss back in the day, I began to wonder if I was being a horrible boss to the Ranch hands after handing out today’s safety memo at our morning ‘Editor’s meeting.’Elsa & Sam ~ editor's meeting


To:            All Ranch Hands
FROM:     Resident  Horrible Boss Management
Date:         October 17, 2018

It has come to the attention of management that adherence to promulgated safety concerns are being ignored. Safety of management on daily walks is paramount to the continually providing of benefits (meals, treats, romps in the snow, endless patience on potty breaks during winter weather, etc.). See New Rules and Poodle Rules for specifics.

Henceforth it would be most appreciated if (a) Sam, you didn’t walk in front of management on walks and (b) Elsa, you would not walk behind management’s back to get back into simpatico balance while Sam executes his “let’s cut in front of management” move, simultaneously.

The weather has gotten significantly cooler and gloves are now the accoutrement du jour for walks, please note it will take time getting used to holding two leashes, two poop bags, while keeping everything upright without slipping on wet leaves (or worse) with gloves. No doubt management will make the necessary adjustments with time and practice but your cooperation during the transition would be appreciated.

Please contact Management if you have any concerns or questions. Remember the door is always open to the bathroom since personal boundaries were abandoned years ago. Thank you.

The Ranch Manager

What do you think the odds are that the Ranch hands will think I’m a horrible boss and do you think there’s any chance they’ll comply with the latest safety request? Yeah, I thought the same thing. Maybe I should remind them that I’m not a dentist.

Live, love, bark! 🐾

Nearly Wordless Wednesday ~ September 12, 2018

With the official arrival of autumn less than two weeks away, Summer isn’t giving up her seat at Mother Nature’s table. Yesterday we set a new record of 93 and today’s forecast may be slightly hotter. Much like an unwelcome suitor, this one just won’t seem to go away quietly.

Following a visit with a dear friend at CU Medical Center yesterday, I happened to stumble across this hidden garden on the campus and came across these “bathing cuties” frolicking in a water feature among a bevy of plants. It was a serene spot and a the zen moment that whisked my mind miles away from the hectic pace of the city. Ahhhh…deep cleansing breath.

It’s mid-week and we’ll start to pick up steam cruising toward Friday. While you move in that direction, make it a great day.

Live, love, bark! 🐾

Nearly Wordless Wednesday ~ September 5, 2018

Taking Flight

The Ranch may be incommunicado for the next few days but hope to be back soon.

Live, love, bark! 🐾

Wordy Wednesday

Yesterday began a 5-day public celebration of the life of Aretha Franklin, the Queen of Soul, who passed away August 16th. Lining the street to the Charles H. Wright Museum of African-American History where her body lies in repose for public viewing will be over 100 pink Cadillacs. This photo taken on a 2002 trip to the Caribbean seemed appropriate, especially since I don’t have a full length mink coat, one of the stylin’ trademark pieces of clothing she wore when performing. Her body has been laid out in a solid bronze, gold-plated casket much like the ones used for James Brown and Michael Jackson. Embroidered in gold thread in the lining of the casket are the words “Aretha Franklin, The Queen of Soul.” According to the funeral home handling the services, Miss Franklin is wearing 5-inch Christian Louboutin patent leather pumps that match a tea-length ruby-red dress made of lace — with a full tulle skirt and chiffon overlay with her ankles crossed. The bright red ensemble reflected her status as an honorary member of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority Inc. Clearly the Queen of Soul is going out in style…much like she lived her life. Rest in peace, sister.

Live, love, bark! 🐾


Almost Wordless Wednesday ~ August 8, 2018

Only 46 days until the official start of autumn which is a good thing since it looks the dog is melting out of his bed. Happy mid-week.

Just like in the Wizard of Oz, I’m melting

Live, love, bark! 🐾

Almost Wordless Wednesday

Happy Birthday, Colorado. You’re still looking good after 142 years

Today is one of those crystal blue, clear skied day which coincides with Colorado Day where good citizens from California, Texas, Michigan and a host of many other states celebrate its 142nd birthday along with the natives. Why single out those states? They seem to be the ones moving here the most, judging by their license plates. With a great economy, 300+ days of sunshine a year, Colorado has grown by leaps and bounds over the past few years. In fact, there are 5.6 million of us now in the Centennial State according to the Census Bureau. Often they all seem to be on the road at the same time these days.

Colorado Capitol Rotunda

So on this day, let’s take a moment to stop driving and start celebrating her birthday. For being 142, you’re looking pretty good, Colorado.

Live, love, bark! 🐾

Wash Day Wednesday ~ July 25, 2018

We’re off to West Pines today which requires Sam get bathed. Do you think he could be any more pitiful? The scar looks worse when he’s wet but does seem to look more pronounced than we thought though the vet said the hair might grow in but it could take a couple of months. I rather doubt it, but it does kind of give him some street cred.

Elsa was afraid she might be the next bath victim subject when Sam was finished and immediately declared ‘King’s X’ and ran to her self-designated safe spot. These knuckleheads should get an Emmy for best dramatic performance by a dog.

I am declaring a time-out. I’m not taking a bath, no how, no way.

Happy Hump Day.

Live, love, bark! 🐾