Max took about 12 hours to acclimate to life on the farm and now he's a full fledged cowboy, riding the horses and roping cattle (or at least following them around in a feed pick up). He's finding all sorts of important ranch projects to tend to. There are mountains of tires that need to be climbed on, rogue nails that need to be pounded in, cats that need to be chased, that sort of thing.
2/22/2012
The path of the Petersons...
So you may have figured it out by the crude mobile posts I've written the last few days, but we're in New Mexico. Jory's father passed away last week and we're here at his parents ranch tending to business. Max is loving it, the rest of the Peterson clan is loving it. We're surrounded by aunts, uncles and cousins galore, all of which are loving on Max like no one's business.
Max took about 12 hours to acclimate to life on the farm and now he's a full fledged cowboy, riding the horses and roping cattle (or at least following them around in a feed pick up). He's finding all sorts of important ranch projects to tend to. There are mountains of tires that need to be climbed on, rogue nails that need to be pounded in, cats that need to be chased, that sort of thing.
Max took about 12 hours to acclimate to life on the farm and now he's a full fledged cowboy, riding the horses and roping cattle (or at least following them around in a feed pick up). He's finding all sorts of important ranch projects to tend to. There are mountains of tires that need to be climbed on, rogue nails that need to be pounded in, cats that need to be chased, that sort of thing.
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So sorry for your loss. My thoughts and prayers are with you all.
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