These next 2 were taken spring, 2006, at the youth rodeo here. I love these cowpunks. They are all business. They don't have to play cowboy. They are cowboys.

Here they go into warm up.

Following are some photos of Tinky Winky, aka "Small," our chihuahua. I have other pictures of her on this blog. I felt it was time to upload some more for those who need their 'huahui fix. As of now, June 2007, Tinky is 9 years old, the same age as my grand daughter. Some of these pictures were taken a while back by my son. Some are more recent and taken by me. This one is how Tinky greets me when I come in from being outside. She looks small and forlorn and wants to be picked up and comforted. "Hi, Small!" I say in that high pitched voice I get to use all day. She loves to be loved on, loves to be wadded up in a blanket. What more could a middle aged woman without kids at home ask for?

Tinky giving Max a kiss. Max loves to hold Tinky.

Small and doll.

Oh boy, let's go get some yum-yum!

Please don't come any closer, Jordon. This is MY bed.

In her bed, which I keep on the couch.

"Wait for me, mama," although her ears are actually pointed back toward Jordon, the photographer. She's very conscious as to where large objects are. This bush is about as far as she will go. Then she gets that pathetic "please pick me up" look. I was going to feed the horses, but she won't follow me down there. My daughter's chihuahua, Mishka, would follow me down there, but one of my horses would chase her back. Tinky has no use for horses. I think Mishka saw them as possible prey, despite the fact that she only weighed about 3.5 lbs. Tinky weighs a hefty 4 lbs.

This makes me want to pick her up and kiss her.

The sun feels so good to a little, thin skinned chihuahua.

Wadded up in the pink blanky.

So softly wadded.

Here we are in our little guest house, Max blissed out asleep with Tinky in his arms.

The day my son Jordon came home for the summer in 2006, a strong storm had passed to the east of us. As soon as Jordon came home, we noticed the backside. Jordon knows how I feel about backsides. I thought to myself, I am going to ignore this because Jordon is just home, but the next thing I knew, I ran inside and got my camera. Of course Jordon did also. I ended up taking pictures of Jordon and the storm, because I can never resist taking pictures of Jordon taking pictures.

Jordon, being Jordon, had to get the best perspective. He knew he could get up, but he didn't consider how he would get down. Be still my beating heart.

I had to back the truck up to get him down.

Jee-yup! How nice to have a person on her level.

He can't miss a photo op.

I love seeing his wheels turn.

There he goes.

Our shadows watching the clouds. You can tell which is one Jordon because of the hand on the hip.

Jordon looks as though he is about to be swallowed up by the great cloud.

Can you see Jordon taking a photo of the cloud?

As the sun goes down, the cloud takes on a pink glow. I love Texas skies.

A great roll of a cloud.

Beautiful backside. My father used to say that the pink clouds were pink sherbert. Yummy.

This is the backside on the western side.