When the work is finished and the day is getting close to supper, everyone’s feet are usually aching. Those boys are looking for something comfortable to put on, and the first things they grab are those shut-up dogs. You’ve probably heard the old saying “My dogs are barking!” Let’s quiet those hounds with some comfortable shoes.

Cowboy boots are made for riding, so when those boys get the chance, they put on something that is lighter and softer. Now I’ve seen all types of shut-up dogs, from tennis shoes to moccasins, but I don’t think I have ever seen a cowboy wear a pair of flip-flops around the wagon because everything in camp will poke you, bite you, or burn you.

Things will get better now ’cause when your feet are happy, the rest of you will soon follow. Now’s the time when those fellers gather around the wagon. This is the best time of the day for them, because they can unwind, relax, and let it all go. Laughter is prevalent, along with a healthy dose of B.S. It wouldn’t be a good cowboy story if the truth wasn’t stretched tight every once in awhile.

There is a great deal of respect, as well as admiration, that goes on around camp with a good crew. No one is left out, and the whole gang gathers under the fly of my old wagon. It’s a ritual we look forward to every evening. Just as they anticipate supper, I love to hear the stories, laughter, and sometimes even a little wisdom. The camaraderie goes on until I finish supper, and then I tell those boys, “Let’s eat it before it gets cold.” There’s always plenty of food and one biscuit left in the Dutch oven because a true cowboy will never take the last of anything.

I like to make folks feel like they’re at home at the wagon, because when you’re out for weeks at a time, it’s good to be comfortable. And when my guests are comfortable in their surroundings, the more likely they are to eat everything on the plate, which makes my cleanup easier.

So whether you’re out on the range or in the comfort of your own home, dig in that closet and find something to silence those hounds, ’cause it’s suppertime!