So, I have the best black lab in the world! His name is Mojo and he is ancient and bonded to me. We are never apart. He is always happy and always ready to go! Some of the Crow people tease me because he is always sitting in my old truck.
Four different times now he has gone crazy angry chasing and barking at seemingly nothing? It started two weeks ago when he was barking and went after something in the house in the middle of the night. The next morning when we were way outback on the ranch he was looking at something and barking and barking as we came closer. Yesterday was the most abnormal barking, we were sitting in the front room about two in the afternoon basking in the warmth of a huge fire and Mojo just started barking at something in the doorway. He jumped up and went after it and I grabbed my ever-present shotgun and followed. Nothing – he went to the sliding glass door and barked. I looked and looked but nothing. I praised him and we went back into the living room all the while he had a low growl followed by an occasional bark. It was the oddest thing I have experienced.
I was reminded of Balaam’s donkey seeing the angel in the road in Numbers 22: 21-39. Moving to the ranch I have seen some odd abnormal unconventional things and sensed a “presence”. It is interesting that late at night an owl has taken roost across the river from the house and then last night in the pines a few feet from the house.
I do not know if Mojo sees something that I am unable to see – but my guess is that whatever he sees is not a benevolent angel as in Balaam’s case and I trust my dogs instinct. I remember years back when I first became aware of Skinwalkers and the neighbor (Navajo) told me get a cat they always sense the presence.
My first memories are life on the farm! Classic American upbringing complete with church on Sunday and a great theologian for a minister: Ted Smetters. I remember being baptized in April with his son my best friend Steve Smetters their was still ice on Kenney Pond that was forty years ago! My grandfather wrapped me in an old blanket after I was fully
immersed. Back in town at his house, I sat on the steps and listened as he played the mandolin with his impromptu band sounding like Country Gentleman mixed with polka. I sipped Faygo red pop and all was good with the world.
Life on the Davis Farm was great and I often search back through the catalog of my memory for highlights. Just this morning feeding West, my six month old colt, I remembered my first ride! I guess our family did not have much imagination or creativity when it came to names because we named my first horse Paint! Yes, it was a Paint! Original, I know!
We were sitting at the kitchen table and I was four years old, I remember asking my dad how to ride Paint. My dad laughed and said climb up on the fence with some sugar cubes and feed her then grab her mane and swing on and ride! He thought that was funny till the next afternoon. He was at Lubrizol working as an electrician and I was the horse whisperer and Clinton Anderson combined with sugar cubes! I remember grabbing her mane and swinging on her back. Paint was about five years old and definitely not broke. Paint took off across the field and it was like flying, well it was flying because she jumped the creek and I hung on to that horse’s mane for all I was worth.
No, I did not fall off! I slid to the ground “Indian style” just like all my TV heros. I heard my mother yelling and I knew I was gonna get whipped but it was worth it. I took the whipping and I was more careful where I jumped on Paint the next time – not in view of the farmhouse. My dad came home that evening and got a good tongue lashing from my mom. He was used to it just like I was used to whippings.
Now I have Tater Gun and West an appendix mare and a quarter horse. Combined with Mojo, my black lab, I have been blessed with animals. When I am waking up in the morning, Mojo is excited to see me. When I walk out the ranch house door, West is waiting to greet me. When I head down to the arena, Tater is waiting to be fed and loved on – and it never ceases to amaze me how life is a circle and I was baptized into horses at an early age.
This post is dedicated to the memory of Pastor Ted Smetters a man who profoundly influenced my life at a young age!