FRANKIE

Frankie, looking out of the dumpster



         We've had a stray dog around our place for the past nine months to a year. At first when he showed up we thought he belonged to our neighbor across the road, Scott Steele. when we asked Scott about this dog, he said he didn't know who he belonged to, that he just showed up one day. We live out in the country where unwanted dogs and cats are frequently dropped off. Sometimes the people out this way will adopt one of those discarded animals, other times the animal control office is called to pick them up and take them to the pound. However, quite often they are hit by cars as they wander around looking for food or for their owners. Frankie is one of the few that has made it on his own.

     The grandkids decided to call our new visitor "Frankie" as we didn't know his name. He didn't have a collar or a tag. he's not very big and looks like a red border collie. He isn't dumb! he figured out our schedule and works his visits accordingly. When Jon arrives for the day, Frankie follows his car up the lane. Jon always gets some dog food out to feed Frankie. Some days Frankie will stay around most of the time, other days he is only here periodically. When the kids were moving pipe during the summer, he liked to be out in the field with them, chasing mice or whatever animal they would stir up in their pipe moving. When Sydney gets off the bus, if he isn't already here he will come then. He climbs the haystacks and runs along the top. He sits in the back of the Gater waiting for a ride.

     Talking with others we find that Frankie roams the neighborhood. I'm not sure how many feed him, but we do. He doesn't seem to be gaining any weight, but he seems to have endless energy. And he supplements his diet by dumpster diving!

     We have a large blue dumpster for the garbage man to empty twice a month. One day as I was walking past that dumpster I could hear a noise in it. I was leery of looking in, so just quietly waited. Pretty soon one of the lids started to raise, two paws and a nose appeared, then two eyes. Frankie had been looking for food. I wondered if he would be able to get out as the dumpster is quite deep, but it didn't take him long to work his way up the side and out onto the edge, then onto the top.

     When the guys were bringing the cows down for the winter they would put their cooler with lunch in it in the back of the pickup. One later afternoon, after they had arrived home from trailing cows, I saw Frankie jump into the back of the pickup and was working on the lid of the cooler. It took him awhile, but he got the lid up and took out a sandwich that was in a Ziploc sandwich bag. It didn't take him long to get the sandwich out of the bag and eaten. Then back to the cooler where the lid had shut. That didn't thwart his efforts of getting another sandwich.

     Frankie isn't real good around the cattle, he seems afraid of them. However, the guys say he's starting to learn from Spot, our blue healer, and is losing some of his reservations about being around the cows.

      He is becoming friendly with some of the family members, others of us he stays away from. Just this past week he has let me pet him without shying away when I put my hand out to him. Makes me wonder if someone has been mean to him, abused him at some time.  He isn't mean and he seldom barks.

     He does have one bad habit which might be the reason he was abandoned: Frankie pees on everything and anything. In fact if the guys are standing around visiting, it is very likely one of them will get peed on while there. Boyd has kicked him when he did that on a friend's pant leg one day, but it hasn't stopped the practice.

     We all enjoy Frankie and look forward to his visits, wondering what he will be doing this time. He has brought us many fun memories. Someone lost out when they abandoned Frankie.

     And now the rest of the story: The day after this appeared in the newspaper, there was a knock at the front door. A gentleman said he had read my article about Frankie and that he as Frankie's owner. He tried to get Frankie to go home with him, but hasn't succeeded as yet. I hate to see Frankie leave, but he isn't ours to keep. Oh, and his real name is "Rodeo," fitting for our friend Frankie.

WINTER PLEASURES

     Foggy morning here at home. Fog seems to create some beautiful images that makes everything sparkle and alive! I don't often get out early enough to take pictures of the beauty of a foggy morning, but did today. What a way to start the day!
     Winter can be depressing with the cloudy, dark days, the cold, the ice, and the isolation that seems to come with those things. This year I've decided to look for the beauty in winter.
     I remember as a child and even into my young adult life, how I loved to get out in the snow. Dad used to pull us behind the car on a sled or a toboggan. The roads we lived on out in the country were dirt roads and there was very little traffic.Can you believe that of Sunnyside road now, that is where we lived! Anyway, we would dress warm and out we would go on wintry days. We would build snowmen, we would sled down the drifts, we would have snowball fights, we would make snow angels. And yes, we would get cold. On Sundays after church a friend and I would put go to Sand Creek, put on our ice skates, and skate a mile south to another friends house. There we would play board games until almost dark, put our skates back on and head home.
     When we lived in Ammon with our young family, there was a time when we had snowmobiles. Sometimes, on clear full-moon winter evenings, we would dress warm in our snowmobile suits and get on those machines and head for the foothills. We had to be careful for about 3 miles, and then there would be no traffic. We would go up Sunnyside to the Bone Road, and turn North coming back down the Lincoln hill to Foothill Road, and back to our Ammon home. What an invigorating evening ride that would be. Often we would take the kids with us, pile them on in front and behind us. Sometimes it would just be Boyd and I.
     We no longer have snowmobiles, and the cold seems to penetrate through to the bone in our old bones. But there are still things I can enjoy about the winter season. It is a time of less daylight and more nighttime. This gives me more time to relax. Even though the calving is a time consuming job, Boyd can spend more time in the house, if for no other reason than a cup of hot chocolate and getting warm.
     When we had the blizzard a week ago, I thoroughly enjoyed that. I love the sound of the wind at anytime, and especially when I'm trying to sleep. Boyd had the cattle close to the sheds, we still had electricity, and we we were warm in the house. What else could we want.
     The fresh snow on Monday morning with the drifts were beautiful, no tracks in the snow at all. No dirt blown into it, no marring of the beauty. I didn't take a picture then but should have.
     I have enjoyed walking over to Derrald and Debbie's home this past week and vi sting with them. I don't usually take the time to do that. I need now to take time to get in touch with people that I haven't heard from in quite some time. I did get a phone call from Lacey, a granddaughter this week that I enjoyed!
     Looking out my kitchen window the other morning, I saw a huge bald eagle in a tree over by Derrald's home. I watched it for a few minutes and then went to get my camera. When I got back to the window, the eagle was gone. I'm glad I took the few minutes to enjoy the sight even if I didn't get to preserve it.
     Yes, Spring will be coming soon, and then summer, busy busy times. But there is no need for me not to enjoy winter: the crisp cold air; the falling snow; the fog; the quiet that seems to permeate the air this time of the year more than any other.