Welcome to our ranch near Canada's west coast in Beautiful British Columbia's West Chilcotin mountain region. Where calling the vet means hollering back at the house to bring your kit, new friendships are formed from the back of a horse and true fun for a five year old is getting a machete for Christmas. Where 'cutting the dinks off' has a totally different meaning than what first comes to mind, Muck Boots are a household name, a hand shake still means something and the coffee is always on.

Thursday, 26 February 2015

True Story

This happened about year ago but worth retelling.  

Jackson, Ben and Eli were all snuggled up on the chair, watching some sort of TV program (probably the hunting channel!) while mum and I went over some paper work.  

A commercial came on, asking people to give money to help homeless orphaned children by 'adopting' them.  

Ben innocently took this in and then asked his dad "why did you choose me?", no doubt thinking we had picked him from a TV commercial.  

Without missing a beat, Eli said "because you were the best one we could find."  

Ben accepted the answer and turned back for the TV.

Jackson gave a big horse snort and announced

"They didn't PICK you Ben! When dad bred mom they didn't even know if you would be a boy or a girl!"