It's Official..... He's a Cowboy

He's been wearing Wrangler since the early 1990's. I bought him a black Stetson in.... 1998? He's had his Grandpa's saddle on a saddle stand that my Mom made him..... in 2000ish (No horse! hahahaha). His parent's grew up on ranch's in Wyoming. But Steve was born and raised in Bend, Oregon, in a little house on Shepard Road. And while it did have a big back yard and a tree house.... it wasn't until 3pm on Thursday, September 7, 2006.... that Steve finally earned the right to be called : Cowboy.

Yep, that's right. Two 1000 pound cows arrived at our little farm to eat some weeds for a few months before they end up in the freezer. And when they showed up, you bet I made him put on his fancy schmancy hat and let me take some pictures. I had been thinking about the scrapbook layout all day, and went into a fit of giggles just thinking about it. tee hee. Nevermind the fact that he's wearing a shirt that says "bite me" at the bottom.