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Fast is overrated.
Steady is much better.
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Age can define you, but only if you let it.
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Sometimes you climb to the top. Sometimes you find a
shady spot and wait at the bottom.
Whatever you decide….own it.
We are headed uphill in a ponderosa pine forest halfway
between Florissant and Guffey. The sun is warm. Pasque flowers poke through the
blanket of dry, crisp pine needles on the ground. The ground crackles and crunches with each
footstep.
I pull ahead of Miss Mae, then stop to watch her pick her
way up a steep section of trail. Short
and stout, she wears her black coat like a comfortable, slightly rumpled
housedress.
We continue uphill, but when I turn around again to check on
Mae, I see her make a decision – she’ll wait.
She doesn’t mind. She’s got
time. She’s not going anywhere.
That’s a wise decision.
Miss Mae, a 12-year-old Schipperke, has the perfect home. As a resident of
the Old Dog House, she lives in harmony with Sindy Andersen and a family of
canines. All live together under one roof, in a comfortable cabin heated by the
sun and powered by the wind.

Since its beginnings, Old Dog House was a way for Sindy and
Pam to open their arms and hearts to dogs that needed them. Their life running the rescue was good,
allowing the pair of them to do what they loved, together. But Pam died in March, 2012, and Sindy was
left to care for their family, which today includes 25 dogs and two cats.
Sindy’s house is warm and comfortable. Natural wood walls showcase photos and
paintings of dogs. Fleece blankets and
dog beds take up much of the floor space, and dogs sprawl on the
furniture.
On the day we hike, Miss Mae; Curtis, a brindle
Staffordshire terrier; Murphy, a bearded collie; Ruger, a hulking black German
shepherd, and several others poke happily through the forest, nosing new
pincushion cacti and rolling in beds of kinnikinnick.
As we climb, with Miss Mae waiting patiently below, we begin
to get glimpses of the sky. At the top
of a rock outcropping, with snow-covered peaks glimmering in the distance, we
find a boulder and sit for a while.
The wind ruffles sun-bleached prayer flags that Sindy has
strung from a twisted pine skeleton. Curtis
stretches, reaching toward the sun.
It’s quiet here, peaceful, and the dogs seem to feel that
peace.
We could, all of us, sit here all day, savoring the view and
feeling the wind. But down below, Miss
Mae has turned around. The others soon
follow, heading for home.
(Click here to learn more about Old Dog House)