Our girl Sage was a rag a muffin and she came to the rescue ranch from a barn that had Miniatures. Unfortunately she was left in a dark stall for most of the time and never saw the light of day.
They both had very bad arthritis issues and found life very difficult in the winter month's of Colorado. They however enjoyed the warm lazy never ending dog day's of summer next to the creek. "Raja or Boobala Raja as Kathy called him was a true gentleman and a very gentle soul. He and Sage fell deeply in love and became inseparable in their later years. Ever wary he knew how to maneuver around the Big Mountain Cat that often visited our ranch to feast on our kittens that made their home under our cabin. The ranch cabin was a 110 year old log cabin that had been retrofitted by a Sears kit home in the early 1930's. A true Western Mecca that served as the water source for all the other ranchers on Dry Hollow. Ha hence the term "Dry Hollow." I miss the Lazy hazy days of dry hollow as much as I miss the open snowfields of the Mountains I skied in my youth. Their love affair was truly a moving tale. A passing of time and harmony with nature.
A Song By Robbie Robertson
Somewhere Down The Crazy River
