Country Lifestyle
Let Me Count the Ways…

When I flip the calendar over to the month of February, I smile because February is love, chocolates, flowers, roses-are-red-violets-are-blue, romance, snuggle weather and fires in the fireplace. If you are in a relationship, Valentine’s Day is like a bonus anniversary. If you are not in a relationship, then grin and bear it, March will be here before you know it. I do know and appreciate people who enjoy being single, I on the other hand, am a relationship driven person; my husband completes me. How do I love thee, let me count the ways….
I really love to celebrate holidays the traditional way, by opening presents! I love the excitement of February as much as December. December puts a lot of pressure on my sweet man to properly celebrate three very distinct special days. Within seventeen days of each other, we celebrate our wedding anniversary, Christmas and my birthday. It’s a good thing that he does such a wonderful job at loving me on a daily basis, and it’s good for him that I don’t possess high expectations that supersede his abilities because gift giving is not one of his strengths. It’s not really his fault, he’s got a heart for it, he just works all the time, and our town lacks a shopping mall. Valentine’s Day is easy for him. The array of gift choices is the same year after year. It’s a very sweet holiday, and he never disappoints.
The gift he gave me for our first Christmas together was a pink camo-colored 22 (complete with ammunition) is still my most favored gift of all time.
I think what made this gift so memorable was its uniqueness. It was a surprise! I didn’t ask for it, nor did I throw hints for it, I didn’t need it, but I loved it! Just knowing that he put a lot of thought behind it made me love him even more. He’s not always so thoughtful, but I know deep down he wants to be. He’s extra attractive to me when his sweet thoughtful side shows. But then there are times when he recognizes that he missed the opportunity to be thoughtful and thinks he can save the situation by pouring on that boyish charm that is irresistible…well, almost irresistible. I can think of one miserable Mother’s Day when he wasn’t able to save the day. He regretfully decided not to participate in the holiday and justified his actions by verbally stating, “You aren’t my mother.” Don’t get me wrong, I have forgiven him, but I’m still working on forgetting the dreadfully bleak, miserable lack of celebration on his part. But I do love him for knowing better than to give me a vacuum cleaner, an iron or pots and pans as a gift.
I pledged to love, honor and obey. But let’s not hold me too close to that vow obey that seems like if he tells me to jump, I’m supposed to ask how high? We all know that wouldn’t be a wise thing for him to say, nor would he, because he is a very smart man. Love and honor I don’t have a problem with. I am blessed to love and be loved by this sweet man.
The list of things that I find attractive in my husband is very long. It is fair to say there isn’t much about him that I don’t love. I enjoy being next to him, in his world. It’s when we step out of that world, into the abyss outside his comfort zone that he tends to annoy and irritate me. So in order to keep that lovin’ feeling, I try not to ask him to go to the mall or stray too far from Pittsburg County.
Our church just announced the dates for a Marriage Enrichment Conference. I marked it on our calendars. He was adamant that our marriage is great we don’t need help. I agree our marriage is great, but just like his truck and tractors that run great, they all get tune-ups to keep them running that way. I went on to explain every marriage can use a boost; he countered with they will probably ask him to teach a class, I assured him that just because he’s been married a few times does not make him an expert on holy matrimony. That fact ended the conversation. We are now signed up and anxious to attend.
There are a lot of words that make up the man that I love, in random order: manly- man, passionate, redneck, trucks, cows, dirty boots, Copenhagen, pocket knife, hard-working, 4-wheel drive, smart, happy-go-lucky, sincere, God-fearing, ball caps, bonfires, tailgates, funny, starched jeans, diesel, patriotic, guns, cowboy hats, tools, headstrong, sincere, old westerns, hero, tender, loving and simple. Simple, meaning he’s uncomplicated. What you see is what you get. His favorite place in the world is home with me…well, me and his cows.
Every evening, at about 5:30, cattle start gathering at the gate and you can find me in the kitchen finishing up dinner. A tiny wave of excitement goes through my body when I hear the herd start bawling; they can hear his truck coming down the road long before I can. This man is our life-line; we can’t live without him. Whoever gets his attention first is dependent on the position of the sun. If it’s about to go down then I’ll get a peck on the cheek as he heads out to feed. If the sun has set, then he has time to eat, because it isn’t going to get any darker than it is right then. The only time this routine gets out of sync is when the mama cow “Houdini” meets him in the driveway. This hag of a cow demands his attention. He grabs a feed bucket and heads for the gate to the weaning pasture. She can only stand being a part of the herd for a short time. She doesn’t mind being with a bull or even a herd of weaning calves. It’s the other mamas that she has a problem with. Gdubb has had numerous chances to take her to the sale barn, but she is still here. Even though this cow has irritated me for years, the way my man handles the situation only makes me love him more. His tender heart says she isn’t really any trouble, and she gives me a healthy calf every year. I guess I relate to this situation, because he overlooks my flaws, my metabolism is starting to slow down, and it’s clear that I’ve traded my bikini for white flour and sugar.
He still enjoys sharing life with me and he looks at me the same way he did the first time he saw me. The first time he hugged me, he pulled me close and wrapped both arms around me, and I felt like I was home. I don’t know about love at first sight, but I do know that the attraction I felt from his touch completed my world.
When I try to count the ways that I love my redneck Romeo, I get a bit overwhelmed. I love his voice, I love his charm and I love his heart, but he sure can make me crazy! Nonetheless, I still wish I could shrink down and ride around in his pocket all day, so I never have to be away from him. Go figure.
Read more in the February 2020 issue of Oklahoma Farm & Ranch.
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Farm Dogs & Table Scraps

What’s Safe and What’s Not?
Growing up on a farm, our dogs were tough. They roamed the pastures, slept under the barn, and ate just about anything they could get their paws on—whether we meant for them to or not. I’ll admit, I never thought twice when one of our old cow dogs snatched a biscuit off the table or licked up a spill from the barn floor. I’ve even seen a dog steal a whole rib bone off a plate and trot off like he’d won the lottery. And somehow, they always seemed fine.
But here’s the thing—just because they survived doesn’t mean it was safe. For every farm dog that lucked out, there’s another that wasn’t so fortunate. Some human foods can be downright toxic to dogs, and a little bit of bad luck (or a smaller, more sensitive dog) can turn a harmless snack into an emergency.
Common toxic foods lying around the farmhouse
If you’ve got a farm dog—or any dog, really—you need to be aware of the dangers lurking in everyday foods. Some of the biggest culprits include:
Chocolate – The darker it is, the worse it is. Even a little can cause vomiting, seizures, or worse.
Grapes & Raisins – No one’s exactly sure why, but they can cause kidney failure fast.
Onions & Garlic – In large enough amounts, these can destroy red blood cells, leading to anemia.
Xylitol (Found in Sugar-Free Gum & Candy) – This artificial sweetener can send a dog’s blood sugar crashing and cause liver failure.
Alcohol – Even small amounts can be deadly to dogs, affecting their nervous system much more than it does ours.
Bones from Cooked Meat – While not necessarily toxic, they can splinter and cause serious internal injuries.
Macadamia Nuts – These can lead to weakness, vomiting, and even paralysis in dogs.
What to do if your dog eats something toxic
First, don’t panic—but don’t ignore it either. If you know your dog ate something dangerous, call your vet immediately. They can tell you whether to induce vomiting or if it’s something that requires urgent care. If it’s after hours, contact the ASPCA Animal Poison Control Center (888-426-4435) or the Pet Poison Helpline (855-764-7661).
Prevention is always the best medicine, so keep toxic foods out of reach. That might mean keeping the trash can secured, making sure kids don’t slip the dog a treat under the table, or just being more mindful of what’s left on the counter.
Our farm dogs might have been lucky, but luck isn’t a great strategy when it comes to their health. A little awareness goes a long way in making sure they stay happy, healthy, and ready for the next day’s work.
For more information
ASPCA Animal Poison Control: www.aspca.org/pet-care/animal-poison-control
Pet Poison Helpline: www.petpoisonhelpline.com
Visit www.akc.org/expert-advice/nutrition/foods-your-dog-should-never-eat
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Summer Squash and Corn Chowder

By Lacey Vilhauer
Total time: 40 minutes
Servings: 6-7
Ingredients
- 6 slices bacon, cooked and crumbled and 1 1/2 Tbsp rendered bacon fat reserved
- 1 1/2 lbs yellow squash, chopped (about 3 medium)
- 2/3 cup thinly sliced celery
- 1 cup diced onion
- 1 Tbsp flour
- 2 cloves garlic, minced
- 2 3/4 cup milk (I used 1%)
- 5 cups canned or fresh cut corn (from about 6 ears corn), divided
- 1/2 cup heavy cream
- 1 1/2 tsp chopped fresh thyme (or 1/2 tsp dried)
- 3/4 tsp salt, then more to taste
- 1/4 tsp freshly ground black pepper, then more to taste if desired
- 3/4 cup shredded cheddar cheese, for serving
- Chopped green onion for garnish (optional)
Instructions
Heat 4 tsp reserved bacon fat in a large pot over medium-high heat. Add celery and onion and sauté 2 minutes then add the squash.
Saute until tender, about 6 minutes, adding in garlic and flour during last 2 minutes of sauteing. Reduce heat slightly.
Add 1 1/2 cups milk, 2 cups of the corn, thyme, salt and pepper to the sauteed veggies.
To a blender add remaining 3 cups of corn, remaining 1 1/4 cups milk and the cream. Process in blender until nearly smooth (about 30 seconds).
Add pureed mixture to pot and stir to blend. Cook until mixture reaches a light boil.
Serve warm with shredded cheese, crumbled bacon and sliced green onions if desired.
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Western Housewives – May 2025

By Summer McMillen
All my married life I have thought that when husbands all got together horseback after a hard days work they were probably rating their wives on a scale from one to ten based on their various capabilities. Did Wife A have a good hat crease? Was Wife B good help in the branding pen? Was Wife C an excellent mother? Was Wife D hospitable to everyone? Could Wife E make a decent gallon of sweet tea? Did Wife F keep a tidy saddle house?
Presumably, when Wife B did not live up to Wife A there was a fist fight followed by wife shaming of Husband B. His status amongst the cowboys immediately fell and he would be behind for the rest of his life in his cowboy career.
He would come home ashamed his wife couldn’t flambé a decent bananas foster and she couldn’t hoolihan either. He would be distraught and said wife would feel his pain.
Of course, this never happened to me like I thought it would. My husband always came home with a smile on his face and I’m pretty sure “flambé” isn’t even in a cowboys vocabulary.
Nonetheless, these imaginary fights and social rankings have plagued my brain for years. It has caused me to always be in competition with myself to be the very best at everything I did. Which I have eventually realized is a trait of women all around the world.
While we are cooking a four course meal for our families we start to think about how we actually should be practicing heading steers instead.
While we are practicing our horsemanship we start to think about how we should actually be preparing a nutritious and elaborate meal for our families.
It is a constant battle that women have created and proceeded to fight for centuries.
One day the inner battle got to me and I finally broke down as we were riding wheat pasture and confessed to my husband my guilt. I was so sorry that I wasn’t a better cowgirl. I was so sorry that the house was a mess. I was so sorry that I would never be on The Cowboy Channel. I was so sorry that I had lost his good pair of gloves. (Except I didn’t actually mean to confess that last part. Some things are just better left unknown.) I apologized again and again and told him I was sorry and he probably never wanted to bring his friends over for supper ever again.
Instead of consoling me, he just started looking at me like I was crazy. Which is what all good husbands do.
He stopped his horse and looked at me and said “Do you know how cowboys rate each other’s ranch wives?”
So many thoughts started filling my brain. Was it looks? Gentleness? Laundry speed? Work ethic?
Then he revealed their secret. “Cowboys rate each other’s wives by how well they can cook eggs for breakfast.”
His point of course, was that men don’t think about each other’s wives. As long as they get their eggs for breakfast. In another twist of irony, my husband taught me how to fry the perfect egg. What can I say? It’s a man’s world.
Since then, I have let go of my irrational fears and doubt and have simply been living life. It’s all anyone can do. I may not team rope the best. I may get my fingers when I’m trying to dally and I may not have the tidiest saddle house. But I try hard at everything I do and I do it all out of love for my family and finally, myself.
So, if you’re a woman this Mother’s Day and you catch yourself feeling down amongst life constant pressures just remember you are not alone. You can almost guarantee there is a woman in every household that needs a little pick me up. Maybe you should just go outside. Maybe you should sit down and count your blessings. Or, maybe you should have your husband fry you some eggs.
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