Now, my daily schedule is full of Very Important Responsibilities: greeting guests, monitoring wildlife, occasionally barking at a suspicious leaf. But when the time comes to kick back, I go all in.
First stop? The front porch. That spot where the sun hits the wooden steps just right? That’s my morning meditation zone. I stretch out, ears flopped, tongue lolling, watching the breeze roll through the trees like it’s nature’s lullaby. If I’m lucky, someone from The Herd will wander by with a slow nod of respect. (Cows get it. They’re the original chillers.)
By afternoon, it’s hammock o’clock. I can’t technically get into a hammock—something about balance and four paws—but I love curling up underneath while the humans swing gently above. Birds chirpin’, breeze blowin’, maybe a far-off whinny from The Remuda. That’s the good stuff.
And at night? Stars for miles. I plop down by the fire pit and roast my belly in the leftover warmth while guests roast marshmallows. I don’t even want the s’mores—I'm just there for the vibe. (Okay, I want the s’mores. But I stay professional.)
So if you're feeling frazzled, frayed, or just plain fried, take a page from the Rupert playbook: breathe in, stretch out, and let the ranch do the rest. Peace and pawprints, baby.
Wagging into the weekend,
Rupert 🐾
Chief Relaxation Officer at The Hideaway Ranch
