Life on Almosta Ranch

Stories of ranch life and other silly musings of an old codger

David McClain

David McClain
Doniphan, Missouri, USA
February 08
I am a simple man who has lived a simple life for sixty years. I have not dined with movie stars nor Kings and Queens. I have not walked the halls of power, nor have I been a mover and a shaker. I have, however, been a soldier, a tinker, a jack of all trades. I have raised five children....I have been loved and I have loved. I do not see grand designs nor do I chase afer them. Instead, I listen to the heartbeat of the land and I rejoice in a bird's song in the morning. Do not come here seeking answers for I have none. I do have questions which I will ask you constantly though. I do not believe in aruging so Politics will not be discussed in my blog. I do not care what your personal beliefs are for you are free to believe as you will...please allow me to do likewise. I have never been rich, but I have always been poor. Being poor however has never stopped me from feeling rich. I feel rich because I have the love of a good woman. Melinda completes me. She gives me the peace of mind and soul required to write about life without regrets and without envy of those who might have more. She is my world. Almosta Ranch is our heaven and we are happiy. This is what I want to share with you in this blog.


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MAY 12, 2012 1:50PM

I Share My Wife With Others

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Every man likes to think that he is the center of his wife’s universe, the sole recipient of her love and affection. Unfortunately nothing could be further from the truth when it comes to my wife, Melinda.

I’m not complaining mind you, I knew the truth going into the relationship. I knew that I would have to share her with rivals as long as we were together and I was alright with that, I really was, and still am. I just have moments of weakness when I wish she had a little more time for me and less for my rivals. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if there weren’t so many of them and only one of me.

As I said, I was aware of those “others” from the beginning. My wife lived in Michigan and I lived in Texas when we met over the Internet. We talked on the computer and the phone for months before we met. She flew down to Texas and we spent a week together and she seemed normal enough. Then a couple of months later I few up to Michigan and spent a week with her and it was then that I first saw a glimpse into what my future would be like if I remained with this woman.

The first day I was there she suggested that I accompany her on her daily walk in the park. The walking trail was a couple of miles in length and wound its way through beautiful forest land inside the park. We had only gone a few hundred yards, walking hand in hand, when we came upon a group of walkers gathered on the trail and looking at something.

This was in early May and still rather cool in Michigan, in fact, for me it was downright cold. We made our way up to the group and shouldered our way to the front of the crowd to see what they were inspecting.

It was a rattlesnake. The creature was about three feet long and was stretched out on the asphalt walk way trying to gather some warmth. He was what they called torpid. The people around us were at a loss as to what to do. They were afraid to get to close and they wanted it off the path so they could continue their walk.

Melinda didn’t even hesitate. Before I could stop her she strode right up the snake, reached down and grabbed it behind the head and lifted it into the air. She turned to the crowd with the snake in her hand and the group scattered, giving her a wide berth. She proceeded to walk off the trail a few feet, carrying the rattlesnake, found a suitable rock in the sun, and draped the reptile on top of it.

She turned to me and flashed a bright, innocent smile. “There,” she said. “Problem solved.”

That was the first of many revelations I discovered about my new girl friend that week. Her house sit on the shore of a small lake and she took me down to the edge of the water to show me how she could splash in the water and the fish would all swim up to her…waiting to be fed which she did each day. She introduced me to the pet grass snake who would come slithering out of the grass when she approached. She would pick it up and stroke its smooth skin and let it wrap around her hand then lay it gently back on the ground. At night she left her porch light on and her back porch would be alive with frogs and toads dining on the insects the light attracted. She regaled me with stories about the coons, possums, and squirrels she had raised as pets as a child, about the two baby snow geese she had raised and released back into the wild.

It was then that I discovered that my wife was bilingual, she spoke both human and animal…fluently. I found out that, though she lived only thirty minutes from Detroit and the roads at night could be a dangerous place for a woman alone to walk, she would take nightly walks and never fear for her well-being. You see she was accompanied on those walks by four Rottwiellers each over a hundred pounds. They would walk sedately at her side, unleashed, and ever vigilant, watching anyone who came close to her. With body language, hand signals, and a few words she communicated with these dogs and, in fact, with all creatures she came in contact with.

After that fateful week in Michigan, I knew exactly what I was getting myself into and I didn’t hesitate for one minute. A few months later, as the Summer waned, I made this woman my wife and I have not regretted it for a minute.

Almost twelve years later, we find ourselves here living our shared dream on Almosta Ranch. I am still sharing her with all the animals, great and small but that’s okay because she has enough love for all of us. Even though I come from a background of farm life and have been around animals all my life, she has taught me another level of the human/animal relationship. She has taught me the importance of not being the Master, but of meeting the animals on their level, to communicate with them and to understand their varied languages. She has shown me how much better and fulfilling it is to not just control horses or dogs, but to become part of their herd or pack and not just a part of the herd or pack but the Alpha of each.

So I share my wife’s affection and that’s just fine with me. I watch quietly when she walks into the barn and the little pigs begin to sing to her and the rabbits hop to the front of their cages waiting to be petted. I smile when she opens stall doors and each horse is waiting in front of their door to be fed and they each enter in an orderly fashion. I fall in love all over again as I watch her gently stroke each one and whisper in their ears.

Then she walks back to where I stand and she takes my hand as we watch all our “Babies” eating serenely. Yes, I share my wife with all the creatures and I couldn’t be happier. I have to be the luckiest man on the face of the Earth.

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Tor, I think you've married a descendant of St. Francis. You lucky dog! Woof...
This is the sort of open marriage I like to read about, at any time.
Maybe she's related to Dr. Dolittle! She's definitely a keeper. What a wonderful gift she has.
you sure are one lucky gus!

she's a peach!
you too(, but her more).
I was hoping for something steamy and tawdry, but got something even better. I'm sharing my sweetie with others today, where his light can shine, and happy to do so. His catwife will keep me company while he is out.
God I love that you have this kind of happiness ... the kind only possible from having found the love of your life .... and sharing life and love together.
Wow.... you have the contentment of a man who has been long married and the excitement of a newlywed. Well done, and congrats!!
I love when you write about Mel. You are both so blessed to have found each other.
It's been my experience that not a lot of folks find a soul mate, looks like you two are among the lucky ones.
endlessly irresistible ~
EWWWW!! Rattle snake!! ICK!!!!

Hate those guys!! What? :D

She ain't doing to bad herself my man! Happy Mother's Day to a wonderful wife.
You exude contentment in a crazy world. Sounds just idyllic in the best possible way.
Loved this, and love that you so both so care for animals. I feel I am communicating deeply with my cat when I hold her and look in her eyes. I can tell.
I feel the warm radiating from my monitor David.
What a love letter....
I feel happy to know you have each other to hold.
She has a big heart and so do you...
What a beautiful love story.
nice and my ol mutt talk every day....he always makes more sense....R
Maybe she is related to Buck Brannaman! Wonderful story David. Sweet.
Rated, even though you neglected to provide pictures. I loves the pictures over here.
These kind of posts usually aren't my cup of tea David but this one was beautifully expressed. Great account and precocious wisdom.
You are a lucky man, sir. Duke
What a wonderful story!
Thank you honey, this was a beautiful Mother's Day gift. I shall print it out and tuck it in with all the other tidbits and letters you have written. A lot of people can talk to animals, teach them basic commands and such, but it's when you learn to LISTEN to them... then it turns magical. You listen, actually you watch their body language and in return they start watching yours and before you know it, you are communicating. Even wild life will communicate with you if you allow it. It's a wonderful world that a lot of people never realize existed !!! I'm glad you found it !!
What a lovely, lovely post. You caught yourself quite a woman! :)
Personally, I think you are both saints and the luckiest two people I know. This is so sweet.

Ellie May Clampett???

No....much too beautiful a person to be Ellie May
lovely tribute....

and eye-catching title!
Sniffle...absolutely beautiful in form and content. I love these sort of entries from you and I love Melinda for being such a unique and wonderful person.

I've always thought of her as the female St Francis and always rejoiced at the force that brought you together.
"I fall in love all over again as I watch her gently stroke each one and whisper in their ears.

Then she walks back to where I stand and she takes my hand as we watch all our “Babies” eating serenely."

Am I the only one who thought this was going to end with Mel stroking and whispering sweet nothings into your ears?

That's a lovely home life you have there. Hope you're having a wonderful day.
What a neat lady you married!
Oh what a lucky man he was....
Tor, I already knew that. I saw her work that magic on Max when ya'll where down here...and I saw your critters nuzzle up to her when we were at Almosta Ranch. It's magic. You lucky guy!
Chicken.....You are so right, I am a lucky man indeed.

Mary Stanik.....And I am so glad you dropped by to read, thank you.

Margaret Feike....She amazes me every single day.

Monkey....She is definitly a peach in my book.

Oryoki....This is about as steamy as it gets around my house.

Little Kate....When you're right, you're right dear lady. Thank you.

Brazen Princess....You know, that's right. Even though we have been married over a decade, most days I feel like I am still on my honeymoon.

Unbreakable....Kim, my friend, I am only good when I write about her. She is the air I breathe.

jmac.....I'm just glad I lived long enough to find her.

catch-22.....Yes she is. Thanks for visiting my blog.

Tink.....You and me both brother, you and me both.

Violet Roses....and I'm glad you are here to share it with us.

Scanner....and you tell Terri Happy Mother's day for me to buddy.

Lea Lane....communicating with an animal is an incredatable feeling isn't it.

Mission....Thank you, her heart makes me a better man.

jlsathre.....It is a story that is ongoing and I love living it everyday.

Steel Breeze....Dogs usually do.

asia rein....Buck learned his method from another old-timer and Mel has been practicing what he does since she was a teenager, it's marvolous to watch.

greenheron....I do apologize for not including pictures. I'm saving them for our new foal which should be born any day now.

Abrawang.....I understand completely. There are some blog topics that I don't normally read. I am just glad you decided to give this one a read. Thank you.

Duke....Thank you, I think I am too. Oh and just call me David. Sir was my daddy and he's been gone over twenty years now.

Seer....Yes, and my life has been enriched by learning that language.

Victoria Holt.....Thank you for reading it.

RanchWife....Ah, my sweet girl. Thank you for opening that world to me and thank you for loving me and making me complete.

rita shibr....Thank you.

Deborah Mendez Wilson.....I couldn't agree more.

Lezlie...Naw, she's the saint, I'm the sinner.

J.D. Smith....actually she reminds me of that character a lot.

doloresflores_d.....I admit it, I did play a little fast and loose with the title.

Linda you well know, after years of knowing us she is the saint just for putting up with me.

phyllis is what....Oh that came later on and yes, we are having a very nice day.

Miguela Holt y Roybal..Yes I did for sure.

Algis Kemezys....He was lucky and is still lucky today.

PlannerDan....It's time you and Linda came for another visit too.

tr ig....Thanks.
you are still in the midst of mother's day.
Enjoy it to the fullest.
Matt is right.
~Rated~ for all beautiful creatures.