You start to recognize individual head of livestock and give them names. You mourn road-kill dogs like they were close friends.
Every day seems like every other day.
You don't mind driving to McDonald's for breakfast, even though it's 60 miles away in Window Rock. You can tell the difference between dogs barking at cattle, dogs barking at horses, and dogs barking at things that go bump in the night. You think that BBQ sheep entrails make a great bed time snack. Or maybe next week. You can discern the type of grazing land by the taste of the mutton.