Where I live you’ll hear on the local radio station updates on loose live stock. In the AM it may be three loose horses running free on such and such roads and in the PM its probably a BIG BLACK BULL running down the middle of the road with the ever amusing accompanying music of “Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Get them Doggies Rollin….RAWHIDE! ( No joking…this really happens).
Where I live, is the only place you kind find the world’s best and most talented Doggy Landscaper Extraordinaire. She has done a beautiful job on creating her own doggy pond, don’t you agree?
If your just aching for one of your own, I’ll be more than happy to loan her out to you!
And only where I live would you be able to spend hours dipping for tadpoles in this glorious doggy waterhole.
Where I live, in my good ole’ country neighborhood you just might be awakened at midnight by the sound of four-wheelers blowing down the dirt roads at top speeds. If it’s not the four-wheelers its probably the Coons holding a wrestling match or the Coyotes doing doggy karaoke.
Where I live its a big treat for my boys to be allowed to stay up late so that they can go worm hunting. Yep! It takes great skill to catch the slippery buggers! I’ve tried it a time or two and I stink at it. Joel can catch them by the hundreds on a good night.
Where I live my yard is a whole lot of this….
and this…
No manicuring has ever been done and if it weren’t for the weeds and wildflowers we wouldn’t have much of a lawn!
Where I live I hear the wind rushing through the leaves on the trees. I hear the rooster down the road crowing. I hear the birds belting out their musicals. I hear the neighbors dogs barking now and then. I hear the laundry snapping on the line. I hear the frogs chrumming in the creek.
I hear peacefulness.
I feel calm.
I feel GOD!
