So let's paint up a little picture, shall we?
Beyond those French doors are mountains. Colorful mountains portraying a breathtaking sight. An unforgettable view that I was lucky enough to wake up to for several days last week. I would put on my slipper boots and take my large cup of coffee right outside those perfect doors on to that perfect deck and stare at those gorgeous, perfect mountains and say "life is perfect".
Just kidding. I don't care how gorgeous the view was, it was friggin' freezing out there at 7am (yes, I slept in). So, instead I would take my cup of coffee right over to the kitchen table, which was next to the fire, which was next to my computer. And I would stare at my computer screen. Oh the life of a blogger. But really ... blogging is even more fun when you have a nice view to glance at every now and then. So I'm pretty sure I could be a famous blogger if I lived in Colorado. Just in case you were wondering why I'm not a famous blogger. That's why.
That's the only thing I can come up with.
(just nod your head and smile)
So you can imagine how hard it was to pry myself away from the house. Away from this view. But, I finally managed to put on my tennies and ball cap (I looked gooooood) and explore the country.
Oh hey, I guess there are horses in this post after all.
The famous point.
For those who know my Dad ... you know he likes to point.
Climbing mountains. Or large rocks.
Just call me Tomboy Tiff.
And now for the fun part.
Here I was, on top of Weston Pass, missing my chocolate (red) lab who was back home in Kansas. And out of the corner of my eye ... what should appear ... but two chocolate labs (and one mountaineer). I seriously thought I was seeing things. Maybe one too many samples at the brewery the day before. But they were real live chocolate labs! Two of them. Two amazing choc lab brothers.
So of course, I
walked ran right up to that stranger and asked him if I could pet hug his dogs. And the stranger looked at me like I was crazy. So then I proceeded to tell said stranger my entire life story about Sherman and loving dogs and having a blog ... and ... long story short, the stranger let me hug his dogs because, well, I'm pretty sure he was scared of me.
Or maybe he just felt sorry for me.
And then those crazy brothers decided it would be fun to try and knock me
off the mountain.
I love my labs.
Hey, that's what I said.