Part of my duties at the ranch include dog wrangling. They're fast like lighting and surprisingly sneaky. Lately the little brown one ends up down in the pond. It seems logical: he's dark brown, it's hot and the water is shaded all day long by tall oak trees. The white one is usually pretty good at sticking close by my side when asked, but, I think they've discovered rabbits in those hills up there and nothing can contain their excitement once they see those critters bouncing around. I can't blame them as there's a lot of fodder for the imagination around here. I found myself wandering those hills last night, too, to get a closer look at the sunset. Color just might be one of my favorite parts about life.