One of my Facebook friends asked me to tell her Dusty T. Dog’s story. I thought I’d share it here, too. Thanks, Lois, for inviting me to be a guest on your blog. 🙂
… and now for something completely different.
My good friend and blogging buddy, Martha Kennedy, is a dog lover. Big dogs. And lots of them. Martha has probably had more dogs than I have fingers and toes to count them.
Today, in a special guest post, Martha will share the story of a very special dog, Dusty T Dog.
This is Dusty’s story…
Dusty T. (the Unadoptable) Dog
“He’s not adoptable,” said the animal control officer at the front desk. “You don’t want that dog. We’ve called a rescue for him and as soon as they have space, he’s going. Don’t worry. We’re not going to put him down.”
“But I’d like to meet him.”
“He’s got problems. He was found by the side of the freeway. He’d been kicked and beaten, probably pushed out of a vehicle. He’ll never be normal. Here. His records.” The officer handed…
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I don’t know why I thought of this song while we were walking, maybe because of the numerous carrot and potato filled semis heading down the country road to meet HWY 160 and the fact that I know I’m home. Home — for me — is this beautiful world, this valley with its harsh climate and heart-breaking beauty. I still can’t believe I get to live here. Maybe the kisses I get are dog kisses, and maybe the hugs I get are from friends and Bear and trees and light and mountains in the distance, stars so bright they seem to blaze through my window at night. I don’t know. Love is what keeps your heart whole and, for me, it’s always been being outside, human, embraced by nature, beneath the sky. ❤
Lovely post about my beautiful valley. ❤
While I was down in Southern Colorado at the end of August I visited a few towns on my “Places to visit in Colorado” list. Among them: Antonito (along the Colorado/New Mexico border), Alamosa, Monte Vista, Conejos and Romeo.
The oldest church in Colorado, Our Lady of Guadalupe, is located in Conejos. It was built in 1858. Just south of Conejos is Antonito, which is 5 minutes from the New Mexico border.
Antonito is one of the poorest towns in Colorado. If you drive down its main street you’ll notice a bunch of closed down businesses.
I spent two hours in Antonito. I only planned to pass through it, but when I found a unique home hidden off of main street, I decided to stay longer.
The house is built out of junk. Literally. The man who created it started building it in the 1980s. He used cans, beer bottles, tires…
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It snowed in the mountains yesterday and the nearby peaks are white this morning. I love snow, but it isn’t down slope yet. It rained yesterday, so the dogs and I went out to relish the rainy day. Bright rainbow and shifting clouds.
The first three photos here are the same place two weeks ago. I thought they belonged here. It’s been a beautiful autumn.
P.S. I posted the photos yesterday but when I saw the prompt this morning it seemed to fit.
Hunting season — notably waterfowl — starts here on “my” slough and along the river on October 9 so Dusty, Bear and I are carpeing the diem until then. I’m told that after the first month things die (ha ha) down and that hiking between 10 and 3 will be pretty safe. That’s fine. I like to head out at 1:00 during the cold months anyway and my jacket is red. It’s been wonderful hiking here every couple of days and photographing the changes.
One of the many things I learned in California is that — in nature — there is no such thing as “nothing” and no spot that’s not “worth” seeing. For the first year or two I hiked in the California chaparral I only hiked one 3/4 mile trail. I learned from that experience that no trail is ever the same trail. It changes all the time. I’m grateful for that lesson and have enjoyed applying it to this short loop and to the longer trail along the Rio Grande I’ve had the chance to follow a few times. I started hiking here at the end of last winter and watching the changes and getting to know the plants and small critters has been wonderful. I’ve also had the pleasure of seeing two Sandhill Cranes in the past week, being watched by (and watching) a mated pair of Redtail Hawks, seeing a blue heron a month ago and American White Pelicans in the early spring.
Lately I’ve seen the tracks of deer which makes me think they are already coming down from the high country.
Kill the Buddha
Man is headstrong in spirit, and at the moment I am in particular need of unconfined spaces. It is not perseverance I have to learn so much as quickness of perception. Once I can get hold of a matter by its fingertip, listening and thinking will enable me to grasp the whole hand. Goethe, Italian Journey
At this point in my life, “spirituality” makes my teeth itch. People out there “seeking” and even finding, often build fences around what they’ve found and call it “the truth.” Those fences are no more meaningful than — and possibly as dangerous as — the butterfly fence in the Laguna Mountains I stumbled upon one day.
The fence was designed to keep people and cattle from trampling on an extremely rare flower, a rose relative, Horkelia clevelandii. This flower grows only on a certain hillsides only in the Laguna Mountains, and a rare butterfly…
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