TAOS CANYON ADVENTURE!

( And Puck, Puckster, Puckerino, Puckus Maximus)

It was emotionally draining when we had to have our beloved 17-year-old Blue Heeler mix, Hank put down.  We vowed not to ever have another dog.  After all, we would be traveling, and we just couldn’t do the heart break again.  It’s just not fair that we out live our fur family members.  It’s just too hard. So, we just moved on without a pup in the house.  The undercurrent of a void in our lives was always there. 

We had been thinking about a place to retire, and after cruising real estate listings, the Royster found a listing for a house in Taos, NM that seemed ideal for us.  It had been on the market for over 2 years, and I wondered why.  We talked about it and agreed that we would take a roadie to NM to check it out.  We made plans for our trip and contacted a realtor.  Actually, there were two houses to look at. One house sold before we could see it, so that left the one in the Taos Canyon.  Our Realtor drove us 6 miles east of town to a dirt and gravel road, turned right and there it was at the top of the hill.  As we drove into the driveway my mouth quite involuntarily shot out, “So, this is ours?”  Royster shot me a look, and I clammed up until we got in the house.  Shazam!  It had a huge wooden front porch, and a double front door with brass address plate on it declaring the address.

The interior was still furnished, and the house was impeccable.  A single story, two bedrooms, two baths, and a huge studio.  The kitchen was as big as our kitchen in Spring, TX.  It was extremely hard to maintain a neutral facade, because I was totally taken by the the huge utility room/pantry. It became obvious that this house was designed and built specifically for a retired couple.  It was just waiting for the right retired couple. That night, we talked about the prospect of moving, and the house we were quietly falling in love with.  We’d both spent most of our lives in Texas, so this was going to be a big deal.

We drove back to Texas, trying not to get too excited about the prospects of moving into that perfect house.  We got back home, unpacked, had dinner and went to bed.  The next morning, Royster smiled, and asked, “Do you want move to Taos, NM?”  Oh, be still my heart!  “Yes, I do!”  He called the realtor and told her that we wanted the house, and on what conditions and price.  We got the ball rolling.  Within less than a month, we sold most of our furniture (and bought furniture for the living room and guest room and made arrangements for a moving van to show up and take us away to Taos, New Mexico.  The fact that this all took place in less than 4 weeks, from packing up, cleaning our house in Spring, and moving into our home in Taos.  We down-sized our belongings once again after we moved in.

 

We have five neighbors, all of whom stopped by to welcome us while we sat in the driveway watching the movers take our household goods into the house.  A beautiful female red heeler wandered up and sat next to my chair for about 30 minutes.  She was so sweet, and I’m sure she was welcoming us.  That made me miss our Hank so much, and I wondered who she owned.  I later found out that she owned our neighbor, Jill, just below us.

 

This is our third winter here in the Taos Canyon.  Our neighbors have all become our good friends, and some seasonal renters are in and out with the seasons.  They are our friends too.  Still there was something missing.

Over the summer, our neighbor Jill went to the local animal shelter to find a companion for her red heeler, Daney.  She arrived home with her new companion, Puck, and she brought him up for proper introductions.  He was so funny, a little more than a year old, and aptly named for the Sprite in A Mid-Summer Nights’ Dream.  He spent more time at our house than with Jill and Daney.  I think he automatically picked us as family as well, as he spent most of his time with us, playing with his new litter mate, Roy.  After a couple of months, Jill came up to tell us that she had to return Puck to the animal shelter because she couldn’t control him.  Roy and I felt sorry for the little guy and talked about going to get him.  Well…. we did the next morning.  We brought Puck home with us. 

Since then, he’s really been a good dog for us.  He can be very naughty on occasion, by playing “catch me if you can”, and that’s pretty frustrating.  A few days ago, I went out in the cold and snow to call him.  It was time to feed him, and just didn’t show up when I called.  Finally, I looked out the kitchen window.  There he was hiding behind my truck, and peeking around the corner…. laughing.  I could almost hear, “Oh, this is so funny!”  Since then, I’ve bought a dog whistle that he seems to respect, and he comes running home immediately.

Here we are in our third winter.  The temperature is 11 degrees this morning, we’ll get the pot-bellied stoves cranked up and get about our day.  We had 8” of snow yesterday.  Royster has decided to crank up the snow blower and clear out the driveway, and the dirt and gravel road behind our vehicles.  Puckster is curled up by the pot bellied stove in the studio, no doubt dreaming of snow angels and his next meal.  He owns us now.