I cannot believe it's been almost a year since Mr. P waddled into our lives. I'm certain he still lives on the ranch somewhere; I re...

If Smooch looks a little weary, it's because she's been working overtime on ranch security. Between the snakes on the porch and th...

Mornings just aren't long enough in weather like this to do everything that needs doing. All the important stuff – like barn chores, wal...

2011. It was a mighty good year at the 7MSN. There were a whole lot of ups and only the occasional down. Yesterday I went back through ever...

My corral has been covered in snow for 27 days.  The manic manure manager in me is about to have a mental meltdown. I diligently sco...

Christmas Eve morning, I hopped in my truck, determined to make it to the post office to pick up an important package. I got about a mile do...

It was Sunday morning around 8:30 and Smooch and I were headed out on a walk. As we approached the gate at the end of our driveway, who shou...

It was Tuesday, four days post- porcupine sighting . Smooch was adjusting to guarding the living room instead of the back porch from sunset ...

It was around 8:30 Friday night. It was cold outside, the woodstove was blazing inside, and we (Smooch, me, Rosebud, Daffodil and Snapper) w...