I hated being a lawyer at a large law firm, but it did have a few perks (aside from the sorely missed salary). One being some of the people I got to know. This past weekend, four of us girls drove down to a ranch just outside the booming metropolis of Sisterdale, Texas. It was a long weekend of hanging out in a fabulous little house, eating, drinking, watching cheesy 80’s teen flicks, and doing nothing. Heaven, right?
There was also a little picture-taking of the local wildlife. Max here likes to think he’s the “tough” ranch dog (and too cool for photos), but he’s really a sweetheart.
To be fair, he does his best every day to protect the house against the UPS delivery man.
One morning while Max was busy getting some love from us, this little ewok came waddling in the house to say “hi” and get his own dose of love. Meet Mickey.
There were horses, a llama, some pheasants and a cat as well. There used to be a donkey and a goat, but they had to rehome the donkey because it picked on the goat. Then they had to rehome the goat because it picked on the dogs. I don’t know why the woman swallowed the fly.
