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I'd like to start out by saying I don't know any of the animals in the picture above, I just wanted a cute picture with goats and dogs in it.
Someone posted about taking walks in the country and a tsunami of memories crashed in on my tired brain. I found myself smiling.
My memories begin in Dublin. I was eight when we moved there from Las Cruses. We moved on to 200 acres of land that was dad's parents. (I believe. I do know it was owned by a Tefertiller) When I allow myself to go back, in my mind, I see and remember so much. I would pack up a bag of stuff and tell mom I was going walking. I'd walk out on that land for hours. Oooo, there's a grove of trees that looks almost closed in and completely covered!!! I would play 'house'. The trees were my home and my husband would be back soon. He loves meatloaf, I'd better get it in the oven and pick up a little. I would lovingly call to the kids to pick up their toys and wash up for dinner as I toiled away at my tree stump oven. Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy...I would whistle. I would lose track of time sometimes and come back in the dark. I risk sounding overly enthusiastic about this, but what an amazing time.
When we moved onto the 20 acres across the highway, into the log house we would often gather all the pets and take off for a family walk. We always ended up with a handful of dogs that would just wander up to the house, or found on the side of the road or injured in a barn. I remember most of them. Skeeter was my favorite. He had a terrible under bite and possibly even two sets of bottom teeth If I remember correctly. He looked like Dorothy's Toto. When he panted his bottom pallet would jut out in a very Slingblade fashion and he was just too funny. He was just one of several that would go walking with us. The goats always wanted to go too. We didn't all walk in a group either. A couple dogs and a goat would run ahead jumping and skipping. They all had such personalities. And, they all seemed like they were having a blast. I know they were. You can just tell those things, you know? Jethro would lovingly headbutt your arm then rare back on his back two legs then spring forward so cute and playfully. C'mon Christi!!!! C''moooon...get me! Chase me!! LOL! Where's Skeeter...oh there he is!!! C'mon Skeeter..let's run as fast as we can..I'll beat you! *scampers ahead stirring up gray dust* I loved our redneck walks.
The thing about conjuring details of the past is that the blue ones show up too. One day when we were headed to town and came across Skeeter on the highway, right where the dirt road intersected. He'd been hit. We figured he was trying to go back to the old property maybe, and was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I would see many other pets leave as I grew older, naturally. We all did. But what sweet memories. *pants* I'm Skeeter-bug !!!