Thursday, November 1, 2012

Farm Dogs

We all know that dog that lives high on the hog, has his own fluffy bed or better yet sleeps with Mom and Dad in the big bed. He rules the roost, and no one says no to the King. Strikes home with me since our little Ben was King of Granny Mountain! Farm dogs like this one feel like Kings too... they are granted the freedom to be their own boss, to ride in a pickup that they call "mine." To be trusted enough to be left untethered, knowing that their master trusts them to be there when he gets back. My Grandpa's dog was an integral part of the farm. He did as much work as my Grandpa did, and the only thing that he required was food and a place to sleep. For that he was on call 24 hours a day to herd cattle, watch for coyotes in the field or a snake in the yard and bark when someone drove up in the driveway. But if Bozo could have talked, he'd have said that ride in the back of the truck ranked as one of his biggest "perks!" 

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  1. Oh, farm dogs, they are wise and as eager to please their master!! I remember my aunt's Tippy!! He looked much like the photo of the dog in your post!!

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    1. This dog was patiently waiting on it's master in front of Wesner's Cafe the other day. He didn't even open his eyes when I took his picture!

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  2. A good farm dog is such an important part of the place - and the family!

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    1. So true, you get just as attached to an "outside dog" as a little lapdog. Bozo lived to be 18, I loved that dog!

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  3. Mine eat turds, bring in mice and snakes and roll in stink. But, I love them like family.

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    1. Oh Donna, you are too funny! Yeah, we love 'em even if they eat poop...

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  4. This reminds me of Grandma and Grandpa's dog, Bud. He was an old black and tan hound dog and Grandma fed him on a limestone step. It was rounded out in the center sort of bowl like. I wanted that rock so badly but my aunt who doesn't have a sentimental bone in her body buried it in a concrete porch for fill.

    We are still dogless.

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    1. Oh Glenda, that's sad it wasn't passed to you. Memories are a precious thing!

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