tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466688981552322075.post72764119195684570..comments2023-10-24T06:18:57.044-05:00Comments on Granny Mountain: Farm DogsJoy Tiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04183952085695405635noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466688981552322075.post-27174174021451734752012-11-02T06:52:02.559-05:002012-11-02T06:52:02.559-05:00Oh Glenda, that's sad it wasn't passed to ...Oh Glenda, that's sad it wasn't passed to you. Memories are a precious thing!Joy Tiltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04183952085695405635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466688981552322075.post-37106331802530939372012-11-02T06:50:53.199-05:002012-11-02T06:50:53.199-05:00Oh Donna, you are too funny! Yeah, we love 'em...Oh Donna, you are too funny! Yeah, we love 'em even if they eat poop...Joy Tiltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04183952085695405635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466688981552322075.post-7982970264169017912012-11-02T06:50:09.851-05:002012-11-02T06:50:09.851-05:00So true, you get just as attached to an "outs...So true, you get just as attached to an "outside dog" as a little lapdog. Bozo lived to be 18, I loved that dog!Joy Tiltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04183952085695405635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466688981552322075.post-31714178686259076872012-11-02T06:48:49.826-05:002012-11-02T06:48:49.826-05:00This dog was patiently waiting on it's master ...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! Joy Tiltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04183952085695405635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466688981552322075.post-62935895908579511922012-11-02T05:32:33.650-05:002012-11-02T05:32:33.650-05:00This reminds me of Grandma and Grandpa's dog,...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.<br /><br />We are still dogless.gldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03645803822598151817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466688981552322075.post-57557133681775850502012-11-01T12:04:51.135-05:002012-11-01T12:04:51.135-05:00Mine eat turds, bring in mice and snakes and roll ...Mine eat turds, bring in mice and snakes and roll in stink. But, I love them like family.donna bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13507579686738843451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466688981552322075.post-25993008753549676902012-11-01T08:57:08.695-05:002012-11-01T08:57:08.695-05:00A good farm dog is such an important part of the p...A good farm dog is such an important part of the place - and the family!Pondsidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02407539138546412482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466688981552322075.post-26989476086013410412012-11-01T08:00:43.439-05:002012-11-01T08:00:43.439-05:00Oh, farm dogs, they are wise and as eager to pleas...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!!Muffy's Markshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13826630430126318583noreply@blogger.com