My Husband, the Cowboy

Well, here it is, just as I promised...my husband, the cowboy! I know what you're all thinking, but I promise it really is HIM. I did not steal this image from some ranching website or, heaven forbid, a PETA website (look at the poor creature's head!)

Gustav returned 2 weeks ago from a 5 day trip to Colorado to be a cowboy. Now, I know you all just got a vision of City Slickers in your head. Nope, it's not like that. These are real cowboys riding their real horses in the mountains of Colorado, and Gustav LOVES it. As a matter of fact, he loves it so much he threatens to go feral every year. (I love Wikipedia's definition..."A feral organism is one that has escaped from domestication and returned, partly or wholly, to its wild state.") Heh-heh. He's once again waxing poetic about owning property in Wyoming...

Gustav had a fantastic time, especially because his best buddy, Tom, went along with him. Finally, after so many years, Gustav was able to show Tom just what the Rooftop Riders are all about. The club was started by Gustav's maternal grandfather many years ago, and Gustav's Dad, brother, and brother-in-law are also members.

Of course, his name tag say "Gus." Cause no one's ever heard of a cowboy called Gustav. But a Gus can blend right in.

I am so glad that Gus returned wholly to his domestication, as we were all really missing him. I get a little lonely without my piano-playin', cattle-ropin', movie-scorin', technology-fixin', Lord-lovin' hubby. Welcome home, Gus.