Time has passed. Teamsmalldog blog seems to have vanished from the internet. There were fires. a pandemic. Gustavo died, in the spring. Bader grew into a strapping young super star and has won some big things, even though I feel I can barely handle him. Banksy’s slipped back to the 16″ division. And I decided to uproot us all and buy the ranch.

When I started this blog, if I could find it on the internet again, it was all about buying a ranch. We never did. We tried pretty hard. For 20 years? Not sure. In our county, it’s not easy. High prices, shitty land. Higher prices, nicer land.

Uprooting is the new black. We are evacuating the so called paradise of Santa Cruz, the Santa Cruz where I’m an institution, the Santa Cruz of our home of the beach and fires and balmy weather year round, for central oregon. Where I don’t know anything about other than there is open wide spaces as far as the eye can see. Where some of my friends live, where it snows, where it’s harsh with smoke and heat part of the year, where there is cheat grass that wants to damage dog feet and eyes. Where there is more land per person than anywhere i’ve ever seen, and where, when we land there mid october, we will live on 3 acres of open land with some trees. Where I need to get a riding mower and learn to pull Russian thistle. This is where we’ll be.