Friday

Eating & Drinking

Here are a few video's of the pups, They sure are fun to be around. They are developing such good personalities and they want to be around you all the time.  They are starting to get into the water, that's why they are wet.




The pups are doing Great. I will wean them in a week or two. I give them just a little kibble every day now and they really seem to like it. They are just little pigs when they eat.  Their nose will turn black as they get a little older.


Today we played ball twice and Frisbee once, twice if you count the time I threw it in the water to wash the dirt off of them.  I think they would play ball until they or I passed out.  I believe If I did pass out, they would put a tennis ball on my chest and then stand in a circle and just wait, with their head cocked to one side.....
Oh and they did run after me while I was riding the ATV

Thursday

A Father, a Daughter and a Dog

I had this sent to me and I loved it.  I thought I would share.  Everyone is doing well, Meg did have her pups and they are good.  She had 3 girls and one boy.  Shepp is still doing some training and Meg has hers tomorrow.  Enjoy the story...... Ken



A Father, a Daughter and a Dog story by Catherine Moore


"Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!" My father yelled at me. "Can't you do anything right?"

Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.

"I saw the car, Dad . Please don't yell at me when I'm driving.."

My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.

Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts.... dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him?

Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon . He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his prowess.

The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.

Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing.

At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived. But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone..

My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.

Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue.

Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad 's troubled mind.

But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.

The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain.

Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article.."

I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.

I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon.. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied

each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a Border Collie.

Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hip bones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.

I pointed to the dog. "Can you tell me about him?" The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly.

As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror.. "You mean you're going to kill him?"

"Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog."

I looked at the Border Collie again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. "I'll take him," I said. I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch... "Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad !" I said excitedly.

Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house.

Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. "You'd better get used to him, Dad . He's staying!"

Dad ignored me.. "Did you hear me, Dad ?" I screamed. At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate. We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the collie pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw..

Dad 's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The collie waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.

It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the collie Cheyenne . Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at is feet.

Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years.. Dad 's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne 's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night.. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.

Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad 's bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad 's peace of mind.

The morning of Dad 's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life.

And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it."

"I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said.

For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article... Cheyenne 's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter. . ..his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father. . and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.

Life is too short for drama or petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and forgive quickly. Live While You Are Alive. Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second time.

God answers our prayers in His time........not ours.. Ken

Wednesday

No Room at the Inn


It has been another Hot Week and It has been very busy here too.  My Son and His Wife came to stay with us for the weekend and to play with the pups.  They are doing Great and everyone is happy.  My son just finished his PhD and is a professor at UL in Louisville and his wife is employed at Children's Hospital, also in Louisville.  God has blessed me with a wonderful wife and children.  Brad and Angie are expecting their first child in October.  It will be my first Granddaughter and I am so excited.  Her name is Madalyn Grace.  She will be so spoiled.  My brother's Granddaughter also came and stayed too.  We had a full House.  We also are boarding two of our pups while their family is on vacation and it has been a full house at the kennel too.  Agility was canceled today because of the Heat....

Kara Shuck

Angie Shuck
Where's Mom
Mom is doing Well Too
This is a Tri-Color
Too Cute

Puppy Time



               The Tractor has been a Real Treat to work on. I have even surprised myself...


Just about There
Almost Done



It's TOO Hot

Today is just too hot.  when I work outside, I have to come in and take a shower because I get so hot and soaked through and through.  Tonight I took the dogs to the big lake and threw the Frisbee off the diving board.  Dutchess, Clancy and Abbie jumped in to get it.  Abbie probably didn't have time to think about it, because it was her first time to jump off the board, but she did great.

As I have stated, this has been a busy time.  We have had everything going on.  Maggie, one of our Pups from two years ago is here while her owners are on a two week vacation.  She is so rotten in a good way.  She is the perfect house dog and loves to stay right by your side.  She even sits under the piano bench while I play and rest her head on my feet.  She is a great dog.  It is going to get even busier this weekend, some of my family is staying for about 5 days and we are getting another dog to board.  It will be Annie.  Her parents are also going on Vacation for a week.  All in all though, life is good and God is good. 

PS  Agility class for Mag was called off tonight because of the heat, and I'm OK with that and by the way, Meg is doing great.

PSS   I am still putting my 1949 Ford 8N tractor back together after restoring it.  If I could only find all the parts.......


Too Cute

She is also a counter surfer, just like her Mother...Dutchess

Maggie Loves to sit on top of things




The Other thing to keep us busy is the new Pup's.  Dutchess had six, 4 girls and 2 boys.  All are well and their new parents and excited to get them.  We will keep them for 9 to 10 weeks and start some training with them and also get them in the lake.  Once in, their hard to keep out.  They have no fear at that age.


One of the Girls is a Tri Color
One of the Boys is a tri color too