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Rocking Lazy L Ranch, Bells, TX (2026)

09/14/2026

🐾 Final Meet the Dogs: Sammy 🐾

Sammy’s story starts the way far too many country-dog stories do — dumped on the side of a country road.

I first saw him posted in a local Facebook group late one night. Someone had put a dog house out for him and left him some food and water, but he was still sitting there waiting.

I told my mom, “If I drive by tomorrow and he’s still there, I’ll stop and see if he’ll come to me.”

Famous last words. 😂

The next day, I drove by…and there he was. Still in the exact same spot.

The second I stopped, he was SO excited. He didn’t hesitate. He just wanted someone to stop for him. Someone to pet him. Someone to love on him.

So, naturally, I loaded him up.

He hopped in the car like he had been waiting on his Uber all along. 😂 He rode perfectly, curled up, and slept like a baby.

And I would like the record to show that I DID NOT PLAN ON KEEPING HIM.

He was having some health issues, so my plan was simply to get him healthy, give him a safe place to stay, and then find him a good home.

You can probably guess how that went.

By the time he was healthy enough to go anywhere, it was already too late. He had found his people…and apparently we had found another dog. 🤦🏻‍♀️😂

Sammy is what I lovingly refer to as the child sent to teach me patience.

There is no such thing as doing something alone anymore. If I’m doing it, Sammy is doing it. Do I need his help? Absolutely not. Does that matter to him? Also absolutely not.

He follows me from room to room like a toddler who’s afraid he might miss something important. He needs to inspect everything, participate in everything, and preferably be directly in the middle of whatever I’m trying to accomplish.

And somehow, even when he’s driving me absolutely crazy, he’s making me laugh.

He is goofy, playful, incredibly loving, and always ready for a game of ball, fetch, or tug. Mostly, though, he just wants to be wherever his people are.

I still think about him sitting beside that little dog house on the side of the road, waiting for someone to stop.

Turns out, he wasn’t asking for much.

He just wanted someone to choose him.

And Sammy, buddy…you definitely got chosen. ❤️

Welcome to the chaos, sweet boy. You fit right in. 🐾🤎

09/11/2026

Just your average evening at Rocking Lazy L Ranch… doing a cow pregnancy test on the kitchen counter. 😂

This heifer was AI’d, so we’ve been waiting to find out if it took. Instead of waiting for a vet check, we pulled blood and used a rapid pregnancy test right here at home.

And unfortunately… ❌ NOT PREGNANT.

Definitely not the result we were hoping for. 😩

One of the frustrating parts of raising cattle is that you can do everything right, have the timing right, use great genetics, and sometimes Mother Nature still says, “Nope. Try again.”

So back to the drawing board for this girl.

Also, yes… that is our kitchen counter.

Some people use theirs for meal prep.

We apparently use ours as a bovine laboratory. 🤦🏻‍♀️😂

09/09/2026

Well, the ranch page has been suspiciously quiet because we decided to do something completely out of character…

We went on vacation. 😂

We left Texas, abandoned our responsibilities, and got on a cruise ship to Alaska.

First lesson learned: cruise life is NOT for us. 🚢😂 Alaska? 10/10. Incredible. Going back. The cruise? We have respectfully retired from our cruising career after one season.

Back at the ranch, we left everyone with very clear instructions:

Eat your food.
Stay inside the fences.
Don’t cause problems.
Don’t embarrass us.

The horses understood the assignment.

The cows apparently did not.

We only received a few calls from the Sheriff’s Office while we were gone. 🤦🏻‍♀️🐄🚔

Nothing quite says “relax and enjoy your vacation” like being somewhere in Alaska and seeing a Texas number pop up on your phone regarding your livestock.

So anyway, we’re home. 😂

The cows are accounted for. The Sheriff’s Office can hopefully remove us from their favorites. And we have officially confirmed that ranchers should probably just stay at the ranch.

Back to your regularly scheduled cow content… because apparently these heifers cannot be trusted without adult supervision. 🤠🐄

08/29/2026

Some dreams don’t go away when you grow up… you just finally get to live them. 🥹

Little me would absolutely lose her mind knowing that one day we’d have our own solid black horse AND get to ride him while working cows.

Sometimes I look around and realize I’m living pieces of the life I used to dream about. 🖤

08/27/2026

🥩 Pasture to Plate: You See a Steak. We See Everything That Came Before It.

When you pick up a steak at the grocery store, you see dinner.

When we look at one, we see a little more.

We see the mama cow that carried a calf for nine months.

We see checking that new calf to make sure it’s healthy.

We see pastures that have to be maintained.

Fences that have to be repaired.

Water troughs checked when it’s over 100° outside.

Hay bought, hauled and fed.

Feed and minerals.

Fuel in the tractor.

Equipment that inevitably breaks at the worst possible time. 😂

Veterinary care.

Early mornings.

Late nights.

And a whole lot of time.

Eventually, there’s transportation, processing, cutting, packaging and keeping everything properly frozen until that beef finally reaches someone’s kitchen.

By the time you put that steak on the grill, years of work have gone into producing it.

And it didn’t start underneath the fluorescent lights of a grocery store.

It started with a piece of land, an animal and someone willing to take care of both.

That’s one of the biggest reasons we love sharing ranch life with you.

We want people to know where food actually comes from.

Because there’s a whole story behind that steak.

And we’re pretty proud to be one small part of it. ❤️🥩🐮

Know your food. Know your farmer. Know your rancher.

08/26/2026

🐾 Meet the Dogs: The Nuggets ❤️

This Meet the Dogs post is a little different because these three came as a package deal.

And their story starts with a box of Chick-fil-A nuggets. 😂❤️

After a long work week, Saul and I had driven into town to grab Chick-fil-A and were headed home when we turned down one of the backroads near our house.

There was a truck stopped along the road, and as we started to pass, we realized they were looking at something. They told us they’d spotted what they initially thought were coyotes.

I looked over and caught just a glimpse of a dog.

Within a minute, I was out of the truck walking the pasture fence line and calling for it.

Except there wasn’t one dog.

There were three.

I looked at Saul and said, “You know I’m not leaving them here…”

He gave me that look he knows all too well and simply said, “Let me move the truck.” 😂

I immediately called my mom for reinforcements and told her to bring hot dogs, water and leashes because I had already decided we weren’t leaving until all three were safe.

While we waited, I sat down on the ground and asked Saul to bring me my Chick-fil-A. My plan was to eat dinner while I tried to gain their trust.

That plan lasted approximately five seconds.

I noticed three very hungry dogs watching me eat and licking their lips.

So I tossed them a couple of fries.

Then another.

Then came the chicken nuggets…

And before I knew it, they had eaten ALL of my nuggets and most of my fries. 😂

Mom arrived just as I ran out of food, and the three of us sat on the ground trying to convince these terrified pups that we weren’t going to hurt them.

The little black female was the bravest.

She eventually came close enough for us to gently slip a leash around her neck and get her safely into the truck.

One down. Two to go.

The two boys were much more cautious.

After what felt like forever, one of them finally laid down and rolled slightly onto his side like he wanted his belly scratched.

So naturally, Saul laid down on the ground and slowly inched his way toward him. 😂

He eventually got close enough to start rubbing his belly.

That was it.

The poor boy was so exhausted that he closed his eyes and relaxed while Saul loved on him. Saul gently slipped the leash over his head, picked him up and carried him to the truck.

Two down. One to go.

The last boy had watched us take both of his siblings away, and he wasn’t convinced.

He disappeared back toward the woods.

By now it was getting dark, the mosquitoes were eating us alive, and we had exactly one hot dog left.

But there was absolutely no way I was leaving him there alone.

At one point I got him close enough that I thought I had him, but the second I tried to get the leash over his head, he bolted.

I was defeated.

But I wasn’t giving up.

Saul ran home and came back with the only thing we had left to negotiate with…

a rotisserie chicken. 😂

We knew we probably had one good chance.

I used the chicken to slowly lure him back toward us, and when he finally got close enough, Saul grabbed him and we slipped the leash over his head.

We carried him to the truck and put him beside his brother and sister.

They immediately piled on top of each other.

Three and a half hours after we stopped on the side of that road…

WE HAD ALL THREE. ❤️

And they’ve been living their best lives ever since.

We lovingly call them The Nuggets, partly because that’s what it took to convince them we were trustworthy that night. 😂

They are each completely different, full of their own personalities and quirks, but they’re also incredibly loving dogs.

And there’s something extra special about these three for me.

Ever since I was a little girl, German Shepherds were my favorite dog.

I always said that when I grew up, I’d finally have one of my own.

Apparently someone was listening…

Because instead of sending me one, I got three. ❤️

Sometimes the dogs you never planned for are the ones that somehow find their way exactly where they were supposed to be.

And I’d say these three hit the jackpot…

But truthfully, I think we did too. 🐾❤️

08/26/2026

🐮 Ranch School: How Long Does It Actually Take to Raise Beef?

When you walk into the grocery store and see a package of beef, it’s easy to forget just how long the journey to that package actually was.

Beef isn’t something we can simply make more of next month when supply gets low.

It starts with a cow being bred.

Then we wait roughly 9 months for her to have her calf.

Once that calf hits the ground, the work is just beginning. We watch them grow, make sure they’re healthy, provide good pasture, water and minerals, wean them when the time comes, and continue raising and feeding them as they grow.

Depending on how cattle are raised and finished, it can take well over a year after that calf is born before it is ready for processing.

And remember, we already waited nine months just for it to be born.

That’s why changes in the cattle industry don’t happen overnight.

If ranchers decide today that we need to rebuild the American cattle herd, some heifers that could otherwise enter the beef supply have to be kept back to become mama cows.

Then we raise them.

Breed them.

Wait for their calves.

And begin the process all over again.

It takes years, not weeks or months.

So the next time you see beef sitting neatly packaged at the grocery store, remember…

That story started in a pasture a long time before it ever reached the meat counter. ❤️🐮

Food doesn’t start at the grocery store.

08/24/2026

🐴 Meet the Horses: Goose 🤎

Apparently, one thing I’ve learned over the years is that when Saul sends me a suspicious picture of an animal with absolutely no context… I should be concerned. 😂

I was in Chicago on a work trip when I got a random text from him with a picture of the cutest little yearling.

I thought, “Aww, he’s cute!”

Then came the follow-up text…

“He’s ours.”

🤦🏻‍♀️😂

And that’s how Goose joined the family.

Saul bought Goose as a yearling from the Western Bloodstock Sale, and from there he went into training for reined cow horse.

After several years of training, Goose came home about two years ago and officially traded the training pen for ranch life.

These days, he’s Saul’s full-time ranch horse, and honestly, he couldn’t be happier about it.

Goose LOVES having a job.

Whether they’re checking cattle, moving cows, or just riding across the ranch, he’s happiest when he’s working alongside Saul.

And just like the rest of our horses, Goose has plenty of personality. 😂

He and Spartan are constantly picking at each other, playing, and generally acting like two brothers who simply cannot leave one another alone.

One minute they’re minding their own business…

The next they’re biting, pestering, and roughhousing like they haven’t seen each other in years. 🤦🏻‍♀️

Goose may have started as one of Saul’s suspicious purchases while I was hundreds of miles away, but he turned into exactly the kind of horse Saul needed.

He’s talented, willing to work, full of personality, and always ready for whatever the day brings.

Although at this point, I really should know better than to open pictures Saul sends me while I’m out of town. 😂🐴❤️

08/23/2026

🇺🇸 What the New 90-Day Beef Import Decision Means for Ranchers Like Us

We normally keep things pretty light around here. We share our cows, horses, crazy dogs, ranch life, and try to teach a little bit about where your food comes from along the way.

But every once in a while, something happens that hits a little closer to home.

President Trump recently announced a 90-day plan that would allow up to 300,000 metric tons of additional imported ground beef into the United States without the higher out-of-quota tariffs. The hope is that bringing in more beef will help lower prices at the grocery store.

And listen, we get it.

We’re consumers too. We buy groceries. We have bills. We know everything is expensive right now, and we understand why families want some relief.

But we’re also the people standing on the other side of that grocery store package.

We’re the ones raising the cattle.

And from where we’re standing, it feels like things just keep stacking up against the American rancher.

The cost of feed has gone up. Hay has gone up. Fuel, equipment, veterinary care, fencing, land, basically everything it takes to keep cattle healthy and a ranch operating costs more than it used to.

There are no days off because it’s too hot, too cold, raining, we’re tired, or something broke.

The cattle still have to be fed.

Water still has to be checked.

Fences still have to be fixed.

A sick animal still needs us at 2 in the morning.

And after years of drought and difficult conditions across cattle country, the American cattle herd is historically small.

That’s part of the reason beef prices are where they are.

The frustrating part is that rebuilding our cattle supply takes time. A LOT of time.

If we decide to keep a heifer instead of selling her, we have to raise her, breed her, wait roughly nine months for her to have a calf, and then raise that calf.

We’re making decisions today that we won’t see the results of for years.

So when we’re being encouraged to rebuild the American cattle herd while at the same time more foreign beef is being brought in specifically to help push prices down, it’s hard not to wonder where that leaves families like ours.

We aren’t a huge operation.

We’re a husband and wife raising cattle here in Texas.

We know our animals. Many of them have names. We know which cow is going to meet us at the gate and which one is probably going to make our lives difficult that day. 😂

We spend our evenings checking cattle, our weekends fixing things, and more money than we’d probably like to admit making sure these animals have everything they need.

We do it because we love this life.

But loving it doesn’t mean the numbers don’t eventually have to work.

And that’s the part I wish more people understood.

We want beef to be affordable for American families too.

But we also want American ranchers to be able to afford to keep raising it.

Because cheaper food today doesn’t help us much if the people producing America’s food can’t afford to still be here tomorrow.

So when we talk about supporting local farmers and ranchers, it isn’t just a cute saying for us.

It genuinely matters.

When someone buys beef directly from our ranch, that money stays right here.

It helps buy the next load of feed and hay.

It puts fuel in the tractor.

It repairs the fence that inevitably broke again. 😂

It pays for veterinary care.

It helps us raise the next generation of cattle.

And it allows a small family operation like ours to keep doing what we love.

So if you have the opportunity to buy from a farmer or rancher in your community, whether that’s beef, eggs, produce, milk, honey, or anything else, please consider doing it.

Because behind that product is probably a family doing everything they can to keep their little piece of American agriculture alive. ❤️🇺🇸

Know where your food comes from. Know your rancher. And when you can, support local agriculture.

08/21/2026

💛 You Asked, We Answered!

What’s the hardest thing—physically or emotionally—about ranching?

Without question… it’s losing animals or watching one struggle.

People often picture the beautiful sunsets, baby calves, and peaceful pastures—and those moments are real.

But ranching also comes with heartbreak.

Sometimes, despite your best efforts, things don’t go the way you hoped. You spend sleepless nights checking on a sick animal, working alongside your veterinarian, and doing everything you possibly can.

Those are the days people don’t always see.

The highs are incredibly rewarding, but the lows can be just as heavy.

Even so, we’d choose this life all over again.

Because every challenge makes the healthy calves, the quiet mornings, the victories, and the time spent caring for these animals that much more meaningful.

Ranching isn’t always easy—but it’s always worth it.

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