Listen Up! Cowboy Rules.

I think I told you that I’m still working to acquire some Cowboy Cred. Until then, I’m a perpetual student of all things cowboy. One thing I’ve learned in these early days, is that Cowboy Lessons can come from unlikely sources. The following Cowboy Rules came from a Brit, one of Andy’s old school friends, who doesn’t live in Cowboy Country, but rather in...

The Cowboy Wave

I think I’m honest about the fact that I am not a cowgirl yet. Besides the alarming lack of cows at Two Terrier Ranch, there aren’t actually any critters here that you would call “ranched”. We have authentic coyotes, one or maybe two Mountain Lions and loads of foxes. But instead of dogies, we’ve just got doggies. That puts us squarely in the category of...

Dog Vomit Slime Mold!

Ha! Made you look. Because there is no way you can hear that name and not say, “Whaaaaat?” Then once you discover it, Dog Vomit Slime Mold quickly becomes a part of your vocabulary. Is there any string of curse words you can think of that would have the sheer visual impact of Dog Vomit Slime Mold? And there is a visual impact. Because there is a real Dog Vomit Slime Mold....

The Unbearable Heaviness of Being Thirte...

Hosting two thirteen year olds at the impromptu Camp Two Terriers has been, as I suspected it would be, a real learning experience. But as I didn’t expect, it was me that did the learnin’. Granted, it’s been…well… a few years since I was thirteen, but I thought I had a pretty good recollection of what it was like. Not a clue. My recent experience with...

Camp Two Terriers: The Rapping, Texting,...

I suspected Camp Two Terriers would end up teaching me more than I was able to teach two thirteen year olds. Prediction fulfilled and it’s only the second day. As you might imagine, music appreciation was the first part of my education. You do get in a Country Western bubble in Left Coast Cowboyland. Not that I think Johnny Cash’s legacy has anything to fear from Justin...

Camp Two Terriers: Day One

Long-time readers of this blog will remember when I proposed the idea of Wine Camp. It was during our first harvest when I got the first ugly taste of just how back-breaking every aspect of the harvest/winemaking process could be. My thought was that people could send me their problem kids, I’d whip them into shape or scare them straight with a solid week of harvest and...