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Ah…alas…Tammy and the cowdogs are still here. We never left. We never quit. We are still raising retained ownership feeder cattle and feeding cattle in SW Nebraska. We are still AI’ing SimAngus cows…reds and blacks. We are still calving in Autumn. Puppies are still being raised. Young cowdogs are still being shown around the place to let them grow up into working cowdogs. We still gather cattle from pastures, bring them home to the working facilities on the various locations/pastures, and we still sort and process cattle.

What has changed? Well, in September of 2015, the matriarch of Tammy’s cowdogs passed away. Cowdog Hawk joined Cowdog Bert and they met up again in the loving and peaceful arms of God in heaven. Even though the sun still came and went each day, the sense of a normal life was completely shattered. A month later, I had to put down my oldest horse friend…Eight  2015 was just a bad year. Yet, despite the terrible hands dealt I carried on with raising planned litters of cowdog pups for my customers. Nineteen young cowdogs were started and moved along to their new working ranch homes. All the life of 2015 went on without broadcasting fanfare. There was too much work to do to spend time in the broadcasting booth.

I made a decision to lessen my work of keeping four written updates going on at the same time. With all the technology in our lives I was being buried for hours with keeping up to the minute with everything “techie”. Cell phone ringing, cell phone messages chirping notifications to me, text messages coming in, email notes flying through the cyber air, landline phone stacking up with voicemail messages, Facebook (FB) hack attacks messing with my oldest Facebook timeline, Facebook hackers to my Tammy’s Cowdogs FB page, FB automatically transitioning my FB timeline to a second FB page (without notice),and FB denying my access to my own FB pages. My website blog (here) being facilitated by WordPress and WordPress not being totally compatible with FB and posts and pictures being lost in thin air. My nine year old smart phone took a death fall and cracked up on a sharp rock in October 2015 and after four months of limping along with a cracked phone screen I bit the bullet in January 2016 and took a day off to go get a new smart phone. Low and behold, the AT&T techs could not get my email to work on my “smart phone” and I am into August 2016 and still do not have email on my smart phone. But hey! Life has gone on without email on my smart phone. I mention all this trivial stuff because I made the decision to lesson my work. Being a slave to gadgets beeping and collecting requests from folks was just a full-time job and there wasn’t time left for me.

I maintain a FB presence on a daily basis. FB is simple, easy, sometimes cranky, yet it is the ease of use that has trumped all the other technological accesses to my ranching and cowdog business life. During the fall of 2015, I transitioned all my contact information to an office address and set the wheels in motion to nix the landline. My posting to my blog (here) was suspended when Hawk died. Even with a narrowed up social media presence I still have to spend a few hours a day or night to visit with folks on a one-on-one basis. The Spring litter of pups came and have left.The Fall litters of pups will be here soon and they are all sold. The started cowdogs being worked with are sold and will leave once I get through with Fall calving and early Winter CIDR/AI work. So, as usual, I am sold out of pups and young started cowdogs for the remainder of 2016. Life does go on. It doesn’t end until God calls us home.

I am very lucky to have such a solid customer base for my cowdog program and for the cattle program that we work with each day. It has been a long, hot, humid summer in 2016 and it will be a welcomed relief to have some rain show up to grow grass and hopefully put the pastures in better condition before going into Winter.

If you want to follow along on what goes on here each day please consider trailing along on Facebook. Facebook is easy to use and you can limit your social exposure by being selective in creating a list of folks to follow on Facebook. Here is the link to my Facebook timeline… https://www.facebook.com/TammyJCowdogGoldammer . You should be able to copy this link, paste the link into your browser, and get routed directly to logging in to your Facebook account or if you are currently on Facebook the link will take you to the Facebook site of Tammy Goldammer. You can also find Facebook pages Tammy’s Cowdogs and Tammy’s Cowdogs Page. The pages are not updated each day simply because I just don’t keep them linked. When things go haywire with FB automatic linking then I just let it go and move on. So, the best bet until I mentally make up my mind to tackle all the technological snafus is to just search Facebook for Tammy Goldammer.

Anyway. Tammy and the cowdogs are still here…working…taking life a day at a time…and planning on our future of tomorrows. The retained ownership cattle business has one certainty, “What I do today is how prepared I will be for 15-18 months from now.”

#hangintreecowdogs #TammysCowdogs #RockOnRanching

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Here on my blog, I am sharing some of my working ranch Facebook (FB) posts from Tammy’s Cowdogs FB Timeline. To view all of the photos, you can click on the blog story title or click on the FB icon. You may need to login to FB. The “Like” counts and the comments will not automatically update from FB back to my blog posts. So, if you want to see and read the current comments from folks you will probably have to login to FB and look up Tammy’s Cowdogs Timeline. The second FB site for Tammy’s Cowdogs is “Tammy’s Cowdogs Page”. Tammy’s Cowdogs Page is held for posting of cowdog sale information and it was created because my FB Timeline of Tammy’s Cowdogs is max’d out at the 5,000 Friends level. You should be able to still “Follow” my FB Timeline though.

The goal in sharing the FB posts back to my blog is to give more folks the opportunity to follow along on the daily ranch posts that I share on FB. I do not have all the bugs ironed out of the sharing between FB and my blog software so things may seem a bit redundant. It is a work in progress. The “Share” process should go from FB Tammy’s Cowdogs Timeline -> blog -> FB Tammy’s Cowdogs Page …lol…but the last “Share” step is not always happening. Technical glitch.

I give credit to my cowdog Mr. Bert for giving me a cattle & ranch life that was filled with joy and lots of good times processing cattle. And, I thank the Lord for his gift of a great cowdog that I found with my little puppy Mr. Bert. I wish each and every day that I still had Bert’s larger than life presence with me…walking around with me. But he is gone and I have learned to cope the last 4 and a 1/2 years to get things done with Bert & Hawk’s sons & daughters.

The 3-tier DNA testing of a bunch of purchased cowdogs, the research studies with advancing better dry dog food products, the pharmaceutical research studies involving internal and external parasite control…have all led to setting in place a cowdog breeding program that is based on “known” factors and genetics. Genetic profiles, nutritional standards and health management practices have been tested and allowed for no more guessing about what I might get from litter to litter. I am the same way with my retained ownership cattle program…19 years into a genetic program that creates high performance cattle raised on the pastures of central Missouri. Toss in years of below moisture and drought and you really get a feel for how your genetic strategies will or won’t work. No matter what you do with cattle…you still need air, water and grass to raise beef.

Thank you to all the folks that have visited and purchased cowdogs and pups from me during the last several years. I’ve met a lot of neat folks and been able to build a good base of repeat customers. The common goal for all the folks that I do business with is to have a good, dependable, reliable working cowdog. We are not about papering litters or cowdogs that can be used for trading or for creating litter after litter of pups to sell on the internet. We want a closed cowdog breeding program so that we can continue on with a known gene pool with solid results.

The training information which can be purchased via my website is still the book and DVD that was a part of my purchase of Charlie Trayer’s Trayers’ Cowdogs business (January 08, 2008). You can read more about that purchase here on my blog category of “Trayers’ Cowdogs”. If Mother Nature cooperates and there is good rainfall and pasture conditions in 2015, there may be time to update the book and the video. In the big picture, I own and operate a cow/calf operation and the daily work of the ranch uses the majority of my time.

Thank you for visiting my website, the blog and my FB sites. ~Tammy & the Cowdogs

#hangintreecowdogs #tammyscowdogs

Bert...Tribute to Bert...on my website Home/Welcome Page describes what my cowdog standards are for my working cowdogs.

Bert…Tribute to Bert…on my website Home/Welcome Page describes what my cowdog standards are for my working cowdogs.

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My folks started their family in a part of the Sandhills of Nebraska in Grant County. The closest town of any size was Ogallala and it was basically 68 miles away. We traveled a sand trail or road from the cook house to the “main road”. The main road was a one-lane oil strip that ran N & S. On the N end of the oil strip was Hwy 2 and Whitman. On the S end was a highway that ran from Tryon to Arthur then on S to Ogallala. The drive on that one-lane oil road was the most beautiful drive. And it still is the most beautiful drive in my memories. Tall, lofty, choppy hills. Winding flatter areas that snaked along the edges of some sub-irrigated wet meadows which led to more ascents and descents of those huge sandy hills that laid from the NW to the SE. Hills built and formed by the blowing prevailing winds chasing the sand into mounds. With time some grasses took a hold then the winds blew again to cover the grasses with more blowing, drifting and piling sands. Sands as light as dust. My mom referred to the sand and the hills as “hell” on many occasions. My dad referred to the hills as “a gift from God”. On a few occasions, my mom would take my brother and I to Ogallala on Sundays so that we could go to church. There was a Lutheran church in Ogallala. We always sat in the back at the end of a row. Sometimes we would get there on time. But a lot of the time we were late. Sometimes we would leave early. Sometimes we would leave after greeting the pastor after the service. Before we would leave town my mom would take us to a store. She would give my brother and I a nickel, a dime or once in awhile a quarter. I cannot tell you the joy that those nickels, dimes and quarters brought to me. She gave us that money with love and we knew that what she gave us was all she had. It truly was all she had. I bought the same thing every time. The little chocolate balls colored green, yellow, orange and brown that came in a little clear plastic wrapped tube. The money I had left was given to mom and when we’d get home she would put the money in my black Angus bull piggy bank. My mom always got herself a Cherry Mash. My brother would get the little packages of licorice nibs. We’d get back in the car for our nearly 2 hour journey N to home. The key to the joys of that candy gift was to make it last all the way home and maybe even have some left to share with dad. My dad loved chocolate too. Those days of “giving” from my mom have stuck with me my entire life. The pure, simple joy of a nickel, a dime or the occasional quarter. Love in a piece of metal that gave more than 68 miles of sheer joy. The joy of sucking on each individual chocolate ball. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the entire world could see how much greater life could be if everyone took up the gift of giving…giving without expecting or demanding something in return? Now today, the cowdog processing crew and I are going to be giving some cows some range cubes, taking out their CIDRs, giving them some Lutalyse, and returning on Tuesday to give those range sisters some Protege Profit swimmers. We hope those swimmers give some range sister eggs some company and hook up to make babies to be seen in the fall of 2015. Remember, what I do today is what I will receive in a year. Take up the notion of giving…giving without taking. It really is a good thing.
Happy Saturday!
Sandhills Road to Home by Robert G. Swan

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Updates from FB (12/10/2014, 5 AM) are below the original post.

Hangin’ Tree Cowdogs…
At an event held recently at/near Las Vegas was some sort of dog competition. Some fella with a Hangin’ Tree Cowdog was there. Another fella was there with a dog of another breed and a conversation ensued. The Hangin’ Tree guy began to run me into the dirt and told the fella with the other breed of dog that, “her dogs are crap and they cannot be registered…so they are crap.” lol… I have been very clear that “I personally do not want” my Hangin’ Tree cowdogs in the Trayer club. I’ve written openly about “my decision” to not be a part of that “dog club”. Buying a “retiring from the cowdog business” set of cowdogs was nothing short of a joke and a conglomeration of lies from the seller(s). Via DNA testing, I was able to salvage good things and sort off bad things and unravel lots of issues in the breeding of the dogs I purchased. They certainly were not from a 3 or 4-way crossbreeding program. My website home or Welcome Page is clear about my decisions, my blog has a category for other postings relating to the purchase of Trayers’ Cowdogs. And, if one needs more information, you can google the public court records of Cole County Missouri and find the results of litigation that clearly put a stop to the fella’s madness. I know, I know, he also says to folks that he drove it in my ask on the lawsuit and that he “won”…well, he lost. And lastly, do not think for a minute that I am the only person in 20 years that got a dose of untruthfulness. The antics of the last two meetings of the cowdog club pretty much spoke/and continue to speak for themselves…in as much as the minutes posted are not in any way, shape or form true to what really occurred. Talking smack about me is fine Chuck. I own a cattle operation with certain needs and am determined to live a clean life. You best just let it go. You are hurting no one but yourself. ~Just Sayin’

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Ken Fox I agree. Stand your ground. It’s a poor man that runs down the competition.
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Glenda Snyder Ericsson I used to joke with Choc, it’s a dog eat dog world in the Cowdog world. I know when I hear a breeder running another breeder down, I’m turned off by that.
And I do not register my dogs in that association either.
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Tia K Farley Your friends support you!!!
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Paul Brady Tammy, I sure appreciate your straight talk. Always enjoy reading your post.
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Paul Brady Glenda Ericsson I have good memories of Choc. I hope you are doing well.
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Erin Gonzalez What an ass, him. Tammy, people are insanely jealous of what they cannot have, do, make, or produce. I would bet the farm if he were to get a free breed or Hangin’ Tree puppy on the down low; he’d be on it like white on rice.
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Lisa Bedell Do I need to punch somebody in the nose?
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Geri Smith-Cyphers Unbelievable
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Kristina Farnsworth I only hope that someday I can say I have a Tammy’s Cowdogs dog!
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Erin Gonzalez Ha! LOL, me too!
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Heath Curry My Grandfather used to say that a man would lie to you quicker about a dog or a horse than anything else ! stand up for what you believe in !
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Steve Krutzfeldt You probably don’t recall but I called you some years back about a dog in Montana (solid red cowdog) I saw on a ranch on a flatbed with your name on his collar. I said then and say now that was an impressive dog in presence and build and one any true dog man or woman would be proud to have. The fellow bought him at auction and I could see it would not be a fit……(dog would have gotten frustrated eventually and not done well) I believe you found another buyer or bought him back which was a testament to your character. You might recall the dogs name? I had a new catahoula x at the time who is now 4 and very good at what he does. Kind regards. Steve
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Tammy’s Cowdogs Cowdog Luke was in MT. Luke had more on the ball than the new owner. He worked with Luke here at the sale and I told him to take him, use him and if he could not get up to speed with Luke that I wanted him back. I bought Luke back. And I do recall visiting with you Steve Krutzfeldt. Thanks for the note. Luke and Levi were in the same litter.
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Ashlee Janda Dickey We have some of Tammy’s Cowdogs “crap” and they are awesome!!
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Nicole Beaufils Results talk
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Gwen Shepperson Some people would rather focus on the dogs and improving the breed, and others I would swear live only for the drama, drama, drama. You just gotta hope Karma drives a big ol diesel teuck!
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Suzanne Fairchild I’m with Gwen!!!
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Matt Carter You go girl and I know your cow dogs are the best because they eat the best damn maple syrup around
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Heath Curry Hey do you know anyone that gathers sheep and goats with heelers
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Sd Cattle Friend Page Congratz, you must have some pretty good dogs to have gotten in this guys head that bad.
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Debby Goodwin I am with Lisa Bedell…just give me a name. And I thinkSuzanne Fairchild might be in the mood too
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Linda Prentiss Way to go Tammy’s Cowdogs girl!!!! Stand up for yourself in a man’s world and you’re my sis!!!!
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Tammy’s Cowdogs lol…Yes, before Luke made it back to me he got caught up in a “prostitution ring” and sired at least 2 litters of pups. The folks involved in “stealing Luke’s virginity”? The transporter, the guy that had bought Luke, and 2 HT “breeders” …you cannot pinpoint the masterminds who used Luke to breed some bitches “before” he was delivered back to me “after more than 30 days with the hauler”. I was assured Luke was fine, happy, being well-cared for…over 30 days to deliver my Luke back to me. But, 2 ranchers who bought pups from 2 HT people contacted me when their pups were about a year old and inquired about Luke and if I had Luke because they wanted more pups out of Luke. That is when I started putting 2 & 2 together and could then confirm my suspicions. Both the ranchers were willing to take their cowdogs to get DNA samples and we sent the samples off and sure enough…both pups were sired by Luke. 100% matches. So. There is the “honesty” factor in the HT world/club. Thieves, throat cutters…jealous people. They are not worth spit to me. But they damn sure like using my cowdogs for stud service. Oh..and by the way…they “registered those litters” and “registered their cowdogs”…from my Luke – a not registered cowdog. Honesty does not exist with that bunch. Well, maybe it takes on a “whole new flavor”. Period.

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Ms. Ducchess’s girls Paisley and Ink sold at my Hangin’ Tree Cowdog Production Sale last Friday. Here they are in S Louisiana at their new home! Girls, “Get a drink!” Paisley just dives right in. These two pups are great gals and really good workers at nearly 10 months of age. They are on a cow/calf operation way down S. And have great folks as their new owners. ~Tammy is Happy!

PS – when Paisley and Ink shed out and get rid of their baby hair, I suspect they will look like their older sister Cash and be very smooth haired with a medium hair length. Sure, the Hangin’ Tree is to be slick and short haired. But when the original Hangin’ Tree breeders failed to adhere to their own criteria in their matings…well, then you get gene expression that kind of lets the cat out of the bag on their use of outside crossbred dogs. These pups’ dad is Oscar and was in the “retirement sale” purchases. That story is here on my blog in the category “Trayers’ Cowdogs”. It is immaterial now…water done passed under the bridge. But “yo genes can catch ya.”

Paisley, Ink in LA

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The purchase of Trayers’ Cowdogs – the business – was on January 08, 2008.
The post relating to this adventure can be found by scrolling down through the posts here and look for ~~Death of Friendships~~.

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Sitting at the cemetery on Memorial Day in May of 2013 and listening to the pastor read a verse from John, Chapter 8 verse 32. John 8:32, “and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” A lump welled up in my throat, my chest filled with pain, I choked back the tears. I did not want anyone to see me cry. I turned my face away from the people and looked out across a pasture at the far end of the cemetery. I’ve known that verse of wisdom for many, many years. In the late 1990’s, our pastor needed to leave to go home to North Carolina to be with a parent that was failing in health. The pastor (a woman) was so dedicated to her calling to her congregation that she felt she could not go home to be at her mother’s side. I was on the church council at the time and I offered to put together a service and take care of the Memorial Day event. The council agreed and we blessed our pastor’s desire to go home to see her mother and father.

Memorial Day at our cemetery, at the time, was a time of immense reverence and gratefulness to those young boys and girls – men and women – who left their homes and families to prepare themselves to fight for freedom on foreign soils. Our community sent many, some returned home alive, some returned home to be placed in the cemetery and some never made it back to our American soil. Memorial Day cemetery services were troubling to those who survived and made it home. So to provide a service on that day was frightening for me, humbling.

I worked and worked on that service. The service went off without a hitch and I was relieved. Since then, the same Bible references I used in my message deliverance have been used over and over again for our Memorial Day services. I used John 8:32 that day. In all honesty, I felt then and still feel to this day that the verse bears significance to every aspect of life. “If you speak the truth, then you do not have to worry or wonder about what you told or said to someone. The truth stands on its own. It never changes. It may hurt to face it, but the truth IS the truth.”

At the time I gave that sermon message in the late 1990’s I was going through a divorce. I held on to the verse through those times and I give the verse credit for pulling me through the mud, the blood and the tears of what that divorce brought to me. Divorces are like a death. They are the termination of a life. A life you pledged to give to someone else through all kinds of times – good and bad, happy or sad, sick or well. And that divorce came fresh on the heels of the sudden death of my father. The pinging in my head was, “the truth will set you free, the truth will set you free, the truth will set you free.” The death of my dad, the distress of a divorce, the punishing impact of the abuse from my husband. All I had to hold onto was, “the truth and how the truth would set me free.” I held on despite the punishment.

Though a strong person, I was beaten to a pulp by holding onto the notion of “the truth”. I made a professional career transition to return home to take care of my mother, take care of my father’s farm which he quietly called, “his ranch”. My mom and I regrouped over a number of years. We took my dad’s “ranch dream” and let it grow, change and live on. My dad died on Labor Day weekend of 1996 and his ranch is still here. It has been a retained ownership cow-calf operation since he left 2522 State Rt. U. It is no small feat to be a retained ownership cow-calf operation.

A teeny tiny percentage of cattle producers have forged into the territory to say they are a “retained ownership outfit”. We have been through some tough drought cycles, historic snows, historic heat, historic rains, historic cold. And all the while, have had the ability to be north of breakeven on our cattle operation. Some years a slim above breakeven, but more is better than less when it comes to profits. Inputs have raged out of control. Cattle prices, to some, have raged out of control. But I will say this, “It all appears to be relative.” Relative because I recall the days of being able to fart around on the weekends with friends for a couple of dollars and have change left by Sunday. Things change, yet some things should never change. Like, “the truth”.

Since those late 1990’s I have taken two adventures in life that turned out to be unfortunate errors of choices I made. One constant has helped me get through those times – John 8:32, “and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” Here are those two adventures: (1) on January 08, 2008 I purchased the business of Trayers’ Cowdogs and (2) I married again. Both of these adventures, at the hands of two men, turned out in the end to be adventures at the hands of two very dishonest people. The Trayers’ Cowdog retirement sale turned out to “not” be a retirement from the cowdog business. It was a mere relocation from one state to another of the former owners. Unfortunate event #2 – the marriage – was a means for a man to finance the growth and development of his farm property.

To allow the truth to help me through these two adventures I needed or used legal representation. The cowdog business adventure taught me that trying to help people unravel bad dog deals was not a future I wanted and I certainly did not anticipate it was going to be a part of the business sale. I recall clearly the conversation when the former owner told me in a chuckle, “It’s your business now, you take care of it.” I never anticipated the former cowdog business owner would be calling me a dike. I never anticipated the public pronouncements from him that I never paid one red cent for the business. I never anticipated the conversations that I just drove to Kansas, loaded up stuff in the middle of the night and drove off to Missouri like a thief in the dark.

I vividly recall a conversation which a relative of the former cowdog business owner engaged me in while at the personal property sale of the former cowdog business owners’ surplus personal property. A person introduced themselves to me and asked, “How did you meet C______? Over the internet?” I looked at the person and two other people standing there and replied smiling in disbelief, “Over the internet? No, I came here with a friend in 2002 and ended up buying a pup, then came back to get the pup when it was old enough to be weaned.” They proceeded to tell me a story that I wish I had never, ever heard about internet dating.

Yes, I was shocked. But, by then, I had secured a loan for over $50,000 to buy the cowdog business stuff and another significant sum to build some secure facilities to house 16 new dogs and the 12 I already had. As I drove out of the drive on the last of a few trips that I made to Kansas to get things, the former cowdog business owner trotted up to the driver side window, point his finger for me to roll the window down and he said, “Be careful because you will have dog fights and you need to learn how to break them up without getting bit.”

It took 3 very diligent and vigilant years, to try to rid those dogs of lots of chronic physical and mental illnesses or injuries and various genetic disorders that were/are highly heritable. Needless to say, his parting words to me of dog fights were an understatement. At the end of all the horrible years of trying to fix dogs, fix unhappy customers with their purchases before my business ownership time, I ended up with a lot of experience in “how to fix sick dogs” and “how to fix unhappy people”.

I had to learn to take care of business and that meant making some seriously tough choices of process of elimination. I cared for some very sick dogs that could have lived longer lives if someone had paid attention to the details of what was ailing some of the dogs. I went above and beyond to care for two dogs that had significant and special meaning to me and their former owner – Lil and Sage. Lil was my cowdog Bert’s mother. Bert was the pup which I got in the summer of 2002. Sage was my cowdog Hawk’s mother.

When I brought Lil home, I found she had a uterine infection. I inquired and was told her last litter was about a year and a half beforehand and that she only had one very large pup which did not make it. I did emergency surgery on Lil to save her life, fed her with a 12cc syringe each hour, every day for several weeks. She did well until one day in May of 2008 out in the yard she had difficulty breathing, I gave her mouth to mouth resuscitation and she could not recover to breathe on her own. I buried her in her favorite place where she laid and watched the cattle while I cleaned dog pens. I emailed the former owner and gave him the bad news. It was hard for me. It was hard for him too, I think.

Sage. When I brought Sage home, she was deaf, nearing blindness and had a tumor in her brain. She carried her head at a tilt to the side and puttered around with her arthritis filled joints. She had a chronic mouth infection/disease, a ruptured umbilical cord from birth that had walled off and formed a tumor in her abdominal lining. I healed her up as good as could be and don’t you know, she like Lil, had a heat cycle. Sage snuck off with Oscar one day when she was past her 30 days of lockdown. She bore a son and I named him Shorty. He was a little blue fuzz ball. Cowdog Jewell (Bert’s sister) handled the daily nursing duties. At night, Sage cuddled him, cleaned him, tucked him under her front legs next to her chest and cared for him. Sage was a genuine mother to the core. She loved Shorty…aka Short Dog. She and Shorty, Jewell and her 8 pups, and I took daily adventures together. We had a blast raising Shorty.

Shorty, the Short Dog, is the spittin’ image of Sage. Tough, a keen eye for cattle, a bite that is strong, firm and like no other, smart, extremely loveable and endearing. Shorty’s only flaw is he bears one hind foot which only has one toe. Sage had scooted the whelping box around and had caught Shorty’s foot under the edge on the night that Shorty was 2 days old. I found his wounded foot and simply had to pinch the dead toes off. Sage kept his foot clean and he healed like a champ. He moves with a slight offness to his gait but you would too if you only had one toe as your foot. And, just to explain further, Shorty is anything but short. He is a large, stout, tall, long-bodied and rugged cowdog.

I decided I would try to salvage some of the cowdog business by setting up a structured breeding program with the few dogs that had the least amount of undesirable traits. The question was, “Is there anything to salvage out of all these dogs?” I DNA tested the dogs for genetic relationships. I had enough supposed brothers, sisters, and parents to establish if the brothers, sisters and parents were truly related. If they were related, did their pedigree information match exactly? If the DNA stated they were not related yet their papers said they were siblings, then I knew I had some genetic unraveling to do. The research began. The DNA proved I had brothers and sisters that were not brothers and sisters. The DNA became more reliable than the conversations and papers. And, the matings in my second and third generations show the benefits of the planned matings.

The lawsuit resulted in affirming the terms of the sale of the business, the payments for the business were completed early and finality was granted to put an end to the misguided hoax. In the end, the November 14, 2008 threats made to me of, “I’ve got three lawyers who are going to help me ruin you in the cattle and dog business,” proved to be just one of 1,000’s of vile, foul, derogatory filthy comments hurdled my way over the years by the former owner of the cowdog business. As the time passed, John 8:32 helped me through the cowdog business debacle, “and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” I can look back and reminisce about the travelers that came here to get stuff, the phone calls, the fingers in pockets discussions at ranch rodeos and festivals and be glad that I stayed the course of the truth. I did not allow the years of bullying to drag me into the pit of the “drama lifestyle”. Some people simply thrive on drama and are addicted to having drama lead their lives.

On December 27, 2013, the second adventure – my marriage – drew closer to closure. On December 30, 2013, I received the judgment from my last and final divorce. Through John 8:32, I will survive this adventure too, “and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” Freedom. Freedom from two adventures that I entered into with friends. Both friendships were with people who thrive and survive on drama and deliverance of pain to others. If they do not get things to work as they “planned” then they will work to destroy you. Yet, I know this, “and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free” has served to help me through times of unfortunate situations. I will remain true to my promise to my father, “to let his ranch live on as best I can.” It’s been an adventure Dad. I apologize to you for my errors and wastes but I do not regret living by your advice and the words of John 8:32, “and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”

So here is my long overdue penning of, “Death of Friendships”. I could go on with all the shocking details, but there is no point. If one wants to know more of the legal details of the cowdog business rap sheet, one can access the legal renderings with the public information on the internet in the County of Cole, Missouri. Those days were long, tedious and unfortunate. But sometimes you just do not expect “friends” to lean on you for the sole purpose of benefiting themselves, their alter egos and deceitful ways. Some friendships die. For me, friendships die when there is a failure to adhere to the truth and live by the truth. The truth will never let you down. It might hurt to face it – the truth – but it is better to stay the course and stay true to the truth. Needless to say, I am a person that does not believe in, “What you don’t know won’t hurt you.”

Chapters closed? Yes, shutting the doors on all the lies of these two adventures. Mere memories. Friendships dead and gone. And yes, I do know the truth and the truth has set me free – twice. ~Movin’ On

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