CAMPING AT PALO DURO

Camping in Palo Duro was lovely.  We were fortunate that there had been a lot of rain, so the wildflowers were blooming extensively and the colors of the landscape were enhanced.  The rains also provided cool weather, so the humans wore extra clothing and the Newfs were comfortable.  Parts of the campground were closed because of the heavy rains that had occurred prior to our arrival.  The red mud was covering the roads, and the campgrounds required significant clean-up.  Most of the park was still accessible.   The rain seemed to bring delight to many, and the reporters had a buzz topic, although the flooding in the canyons sounded worse when they reported than it did first-hand.  A woman and two children were playing in a stream filled with red muddy water, celebrating what appeared to be an unusual bounty.

Wildlife are not supposed to be fed at the parks, but the creatures who lived at this area were clearly rewarded for their presence.  Turkeys strode through the middle of camp, deer grazed along the campsites and a coyote walked through at mid-day.  Some of the turkeys, birds that are typically very cautious about the presence of people in the “real” wild, were almost insistent about being fed.  The toms were calling, strutting and displaying their featherage with pride.  The hens were clucking and moving through with some curiosity around the campers.  Jade and Banner were beyond themselves with excitement about these creatures being so close.  Greg was walking Jade when a coyote appeared, and she was “swept off her feet” with excitement, as Greg nearly was by her reaction.

We were pleasantly surprised that there was not a tick problem.  The dogs had baths with tea tree shampoo before leaving, which lasts for a few days.  The last day we were there, Banner (our tick magnet) picked up one tick.

The trails were nice.  We chose as our first trail one that was rated “difficult”, but it was lovely and not that difficult.  We only walked a mile, about half-way, then turned back.  There are many trails to choose from, with distance clearly marked, for planning, with lovely views and with nature up-close and personal.  With the cooler weather, we didn’t see any reptiles on the trail we chose that day.  We saw a racer near the entrance to the park on the first day, while it was warm, and from reading the stories of others, rattlesnakes are commonly seen.  Around the camp site and along the trails, there were lizards, bugs, birds, furred creatures and many varieties of plants.  One odd large beetle walked with its rear up and its nose to the ground across a road.  We were fortunate that we didn’t encounter any porcupines.

There was a lovely orange bird near the camp that would chatter, then skitter frome one tree to another.  We didn’t get to see it well; it may have been a variety of tanager.  There were many talkative birds around the campsites.

The camp sites were lovely, each with its own trails.  Water and electricity were available at most sites.  People were camping in tents, trailers and motorized RVs.  This is clearly a popular camping weekend for the park.  (pre-Memorial Day)

For one morning, the Newfs napped while the humans took a short horseback tour.  Nature is always best viewed from horseback, in my opinion.  And one of the days was dedicated to a trip to Amarillo, of course to visit the Quarter Horse Museum (again).  I want a barn floor with the kind of artwork in the main floor, where lineages are traced with the tile artwork!

We drove around the park several times during our stay to admire the landscape, with the Newfs.  There are many caves throughout the park.  We stopped to climb up to one large cave while the Newfs waited below and watched through the windows.

Our next destination was Albuquerque.  We were in Albuquerque for a family visit.  Our first stop was at The Furry Tail, for do-it-yourself Newf baths before our arrival.  The two gentlemen who ran this facility were taken with the Newfs and were very gracious about letting us give speed-baths at 1.5 hours before closing.

We spent one day in Santa Fe during that stay, but since it was warm on that day and there were 15 people in our group, with a lot of walking ahead, we left the Newfs in air conditioning.  There are many interesting places to visit in Santa Fe, but this required about 5 hours on foot, with few opportunities to sit down for a break.  There were shops with dinosaur fossils, one with a large intact hairy mammoth bone, another with a restored scapula of a dinosaur, and many jewelry and art shops.  There was an art exhibit that day on the plaza.  But, more than the sum total of all of the shops, there were restaurants.  We started at Tomasita’s before it was open (fortunately) and meandered through the city and back around to the train stop.

The Newfs enjoyed some strolls through the sand while we were in Albuquerque, and they went with us on errands.  They enjoy scenery-watching and people-watching from inside the vehicle, and they have increased enjoyment from seeing new sights just as we do.  (This is easily gauged from their reactions to their surroundings.)  The weather was cool while we were in Albuquerque, so when they weren’t with us, they stayed outside in the shade in the large heavy-duty exercise pen made from cattle panels.  This was premium time for them, as they love being outside when the temperature and humidity permit.  At home, it was too warm and humid for them to be outside for long.

The food was good and the trip was enjoyable for all.  Palo Duro is high on our list for a return trip in the spring.  I wonder if I’ll get to ride Guinness again.

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TREASURES, NAPS AND DREAMS

There is a stillness in the morning that provides a good opportunity for contemplative purposes.  Or, if you are a Newf, for a good extra nap.

I watched Jade as she laid in front of me, eyelids moving, lips occasionally quivering.  I study the beauty in these creatures unabashedly.  As she was lying on her side, her upper lip was draped across her mouth to below her lower lip with complete laxity, except for moments when a dream disturbed her stillness.  That beautiful deep black velvet would crinkle as her lip quivered, and occasionally a paw would move back and forth at her wrist.  At times when the dream is more involved, there will be vocalizations that are unclear for the flew that covers her mouth and the sleep state of her muscles.  An entertaining dream is good for all of us.

Each of my Newfs has had a different personality.  There are familial tendencies between those who have been related.  Jade is unique, in many ways, and in this way:  her lines are different from the others.  Many of her traits were unfamiliar.  One, for example, is her use of the “immovable object” routine.  I’ve seen Newfs use this when they don’t want to oblige a request, as if a child were saying “I can’t hear you.”  In Jade’s interpretation, this is a frequent choice, for any time.  She will appear unresponsive, except that her face is very expressive and responsive.  So, her eyebrows will move in response, and her eyes will follow you as you move around the room although her head doesn’t move.  She is big and soft, with a big, happy smile, and she may rise to a sit and reach her neck straight upward for a hug until the tip of her nose is vertical, but typically she listens and watches without moving.  This has become one of her endearing unique traits.

Another unique trait is her very “soft mouth”.  Newfs are supposed to have a “soft mouth”, but Jade is particularly sensitive.  To accept a treat from your hand, she positions the receiving point near the back of her tongue and she doesn’t close her teeth until your hand is safely out of the way.  This means that your hand enters a warm, wet dark chamber, much further into a dog’s mouth than primal comfort dictates.  It is mostly unavoidable that your hand can emerge without being fully wet, not just at your fingertips.  The rest of the Newfs accept treats politely at their front teeth.  It took a little longer for Jade to learn how to nibble corn off the cob, as she wanted to take it on the back of her tongue.  Because of the level of sensitivity of her mouth, the take-a-rope exercise in water training, which is difficult for some Newfs, was especially difficult for her.  Some of their uniqueness is the outcome of how they apply their paradigm of evaluation to what they experience.  There may be some of those choices that need to be reshaped to help them learn, but some become part of their uniqueness, their individuality.

The uniqueness in each Newf is what makes them shine, those traits that ensure they are unforgettable, so that once they are no longer here, your memory will be triggered by some unexpected thing, allowing you to think about them and enjoy the memory of that experience.  Each Newf is a rich experience.  Each Newf is a treasure.  The more you share time with them, the more you appreciate them.  As she approaches 7, Aukai’s Treasured Gem at Nitewater has created her own cache of memories that will be treasured for life, and I hope that cache has many more years to grow.

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NEWF SIGHTING!

On the way to a dog show, I passed this Newf along the road.  Couldn’t stop to take him home, and besides, he wouldn’t fit in the car!

Newf Sighting!

Newf Sighting!

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RIGHT NEXT TO THE COFFEE

My Newfs are very tolerant creatures.  They are understanding, or at least forgiving, of that implicit part of the morning, a time that is “just mine” where I enjoy a freshly brewed mug of specially prepared, heavy duty morning coffee.  It sets the day in motion, with peace and energy at the same time.

Right next to the coffee in importance is the coffee mug.  Yes, it seems I am one of “those”, people who are intrigued with art in coffee mugs.  This fascination, the breath-taking discovery of some beautiful form of art which could only enhance the experience of my introduction to the day must be credited to a mother-in-law who felt a similar joy.  She would return from a trip bearing the gift of a beautifully crafted mug.  She even had a display rack mounted in her kitchen to show-off her finds.  It wasn’t long before I began to find gift shops and art boutiques that carried art in the form of coffee mugs, for myself and those who shared my joy.  One gift shop in Salina KS carried especially intriguing mugs for many years.  This is part of the enjoyment, the discovery of a “source” were the prize can be found more often.

Since the practical side of my nature demands function as well, my mugs are for use rather than for display.  I have a “sunshine” mug, to experience the aura of a sunrise on a grey day.  I have a garden bounty mug that compels spring.  I have an antique wallpaper mug, not a simply produced soulless piece of ceramic, but one that enchants with nostalgia, using shades of colors that may have been part of my Mom’s experience.  I have “fun” mugs, like the one of Mickey’s britches and other nostalgic mugs, like the one with the Norman Rockwell image of Dad closing shop to take the kid fishing.  I have many, many National Specialty mugs, all showing signs of wear.  Some mugs have taken up residence in a cabinet, too beautiful to toss, awaiting an opportunity to be repurposed.  Still the cabinets are burgeoning with in-use mugs, which I suppose offers some justification when my husband groans each time I bring home a new find.

However, my present favorite mug is in need of a backup.  As a consequence of being dropped on a very hard surface, and suviving due to its construction quality, it has developed a crack on the interior, and as we well know, heavy metals can leach from exposed ceramic substrates.  This mug sat in the cabinet for a long time before I used it because I found it so fasciating.  It is an Otagiri mug, one with the perfect hue on the inside to invite the pouring of coffee, with interspersed dark specks of varying sizes.  The exterior of this mug is a thick shiny black glaze, and surrounding the mug, “cutting through” this glaze as a sort of underlay is an array of fall oak leaves and acorns in varying shades of brown and light tan with varying textures on the ceramic surface.

To my amazement, there is a dazzling array of Otagiri ceramic art available from many sources, but none in this style.  So, it seems I’ve acquired a new quest, and my coffee mug acquisitions may need to take on a new effort, like some clothing, where a backup is an initial investment.  I wonder how Greg would feel about adding more cabinet space in the kitchen.  I think I just heard a Newf lightly sigh, “psshhh” – humans!

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