Saturday

We’re here to remember…



I heard those words as I sat in the next to the last row at the memorial and funeral of Michael Sorrell our very first foster with Clancy's Dream.  I listened to his friends and family tell stories about his life.  Some were sad, and some were funny, but all were glowing and spoke of his successes in parenthood, family, relationships, and jobs, but there was more.  Michael was a great man, and his life and achievements showed it.  The music was pleasant and soothing to my ear and soul and took me right back to my childhood when I played piano for my father in church to gain my allowance. 
Michael during a Transport for Clancy's Dream

I learned a great deal about Michael listening to the family and watching people tell their story.  Michael was a great man, make no mistake about that and I was humbled by the things he had done with his life.  Michael was a dog lover from way back, and he cared deeply about dogs and taking care of them. One of his special dogs was Silver, whom he loved very much and who knows, maybe that's why Michael was led to us.
Michael was our first official foster with Clancy’s Dream.  He had contacted us because he wanted to help us with the dogs.  No-one knew him and apparently, he found us and wanted to make a difference, and I never asked how he found us, but it must have been fate as sometimes things work in mysterious ways.  Michael was a few years younger than me and it was quite a shock that he was suddenly gone. 

Michael at the Vet with a rescue.
Melody Reese, a Board Member with Clancy’s Dream and I attended the funeral for Michael because it was the right thing to do and we cared a great deal for him.  While I am not a fan of funerals and will avoid them at all cost, even mine, I wanted to go.  As we walked into the Community Mortuary and Memorial Center, the first thing, I saw was a display with a Clancy’s Dream shirt that Michael wore along with photographs of him with the dogs he saved and fostered that he cared for so much.

Toby, Michael's first foster before we got him.
I remember the first time I met Michael when he came down to the farm to pick up Toby.  Toby was a dog that had lived on a chain his entire life and knew nothing else existed but his circle of dirt and mud.  Toby was groomed and sent to Michael, and the magic started, and Toby’s life transformed.  Michael had a gift with dogs, and he would be an essential part of their new life.  As much as Michael would have loved to have been a foster failure, he said, “If I keep one, then I can’t help anymore.”  Michael put the dogs and Clancy’s Dream before himself and his comforts.  Mike always got teary and choked up when each dog left for their forever home, and he worried about each one and would always ask about them and would even visit them.  Michael never said no to a foster, or he couldn't help us.  He did what it took to take care of the dogs, even transporting them at 7 am across town.

In memory of Michael, Clancy’s Dream has created a special fund to honor him. Michael’s Angel Fund, which was mirrored with the Archangel Michael, who is the patron saint of the sick and suffering which we often see in the dogs we take in.  Just this Thursday, we found a Border Collie that tested positive for Heartworms and needs help, and he is living in a shelter and needs us.  Michael was a true friend to Clancy’s Dream Border Collie Rescue and all the dogs lucky enough to hop into his truck.  His memory will live on.

Toby in Mike's truck headed home.

In a small way, I envy Michael because whether we like it or not, this life ends and a new one starts.  In my mind’s eye, I have always envisioned heaven as a place where we can be with our dogs, and as much as I pine over mine, I know he did too and now he can visit Silver and all of his past dogs and run with them through the tall grass where no one ever grows tired.  I spoke of my Clancy when he first visited the farm, and he knew my pain.  Hopefully, Michael will meet him and my Molly, Abbie and even Nellie, Buck, Balti and Oreo because we will forever be connected, he was part of us. 

As Melody and I walked out of the funeral home, we talked about dogs needing to come into our fold, "what will we do now, we need fosters." but I knew something always works out when we have a crises because someone is watching over us, and always will and now Michael will too.

Far Far Away, Molly said “Who is this crossing?” while Abbie, Nellie, and Balti walked up, along with a new guy named Buck and a dog named Silver that they just met.  Oreo shouted, “He is a rescuer, just like the one who saved me, I can see his heart, it’s pure!” “I can smell the farm, I smell our old home” the others shouted as they met Michael who just crossed the bridge where Silver met him first.   Clancy in his somber but strong voice said, “everything happens for a reason.” knowing someday we will all be together.

Rest in Peace Mike, give them all a hug from all of us, we miss them so.  Ken

Sunday

Are you in Love?

Usually, we are in love only several times.  It’s with our spouse, sweetheart, children and extended family.  Who else may be included in this ‘love” group?  Some people love money, possessions and even themselves which are just a few of the things we love but are there anything else that takes our heart?  While I know this may be a loaded question, “You and Your Dog Are Actually in Love With Each Other,” According to A New Study.  This brings up a multitude of questions about our relationship with our dog and what they mean to us.


Do you love your dog, do you do anything of these things, Gaze into their eyes, rub their ears, lean on them, have fun together and even snuggle and these are just a few things we do.  While I think there are two kinds of dog owners, they are dog owners and also dog lovers and there is a huge chasm in-between that and the two groups will never understand each other.


A research was conducted in two parts by a Japanese university and was published in the journal Science.  Researchers observed the interaction of dogs and their owners and measured their respective levels of the hormone oxytocin.  This "bonding hormone" is released during moments of human intimacy, including sex and between a mother and her child and let’s face it, dogs are our children.

I can say, I do love my dogs because they fill my needs of things I like and they reward me with their attention, licks and sleeping in my lap and who would want to lay in lap if you didn’t love them or care about them very deeply, I surely won’t.
According to an article in Mic in partnership with GE, “Not only do dogs seem to love us back, they actually see us as their family. It turns out that dogs rely on humans more than they do their own kind for affection, protection and everything in between.”  I see this every time when there is a storm and all the dog’s run to me for protection and comfort.  Just during a storm last Saturday, Annie ran to my lap at the first sound of thunder, as most of them do.

While I have written about this before, recently I have pondered this question and the effect on us when our beloved pet dies and leaves us.  Many times, I have felt the effects of this and wondered if I am normal and even wrote stories about it.  This seems like the answer is right in front of us, but no one wanted to admit it.  I remember when one of our dogs died many years ago and as I was burying them, my neighbor saw me and not knowing what I was doing and started walking up to visit.  I stopped him and motioned him off because I was crying so hard.

We all will be there
In the next couple of weeks, I intend to set up a place where we can share our thoughts about grief and pain and where we can hopefully help others.  Some people will never understand and I one said and was ashamed to admit it, but I cried more when my pet died than when my parents did, why is that.  Little did I know others feel this way have said the exact words.  Is this because we crazy, I don’t think so but if it’s true, at least I’m in good company.  Do our dogs love us, you bet but we will only get out of them what we put in.  You need to nurture this relationship as you would any.   Ken
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The Visit...

It's fun and games until you get home...
I grew up in a very average home when I was a kid or so I thought.  We attended the local Southern Baptist Church, and that meant that you went to Sunday morning service, Sunday night service, and Wednesday night prayer meeting and in my world, it was very normal.  I will tell you, I was a rounder.  Dad was a Sunday School teacher, Mom sometimes sang in the choir, and I was the local hellion, and I really was.

Definition – Noun - INFORMAL• NORTH AMERICAN  A rowdy, mischievous, or troublemaking person, especially a child named Kenny Shuck


I wasn’t mean, I was just curious and didn’t see anything wrong with the things I did, and to me, it was normal.  My best friend Billy’s big sister got married at the church, and as a custom, they took the top layer of the wedding cake off and saved it in the freezer in the church kitchen for their first year anniversary.  It was a grand occasion but Billy and I couldn’t until it was over to get some cake.  It sure was good, and I’m sure we stole another piece, more later.


This week, several families will visit there new prospective dogs that are in Clancy’s Dream care.  In my mind, every dog has some issues, even mine  They might be little issues, and some may be more serious, but each one of us and every dog has something that may stand out.  Before the new family comes over and meet the dog, the dog has already settled in and is living a normal life, acclimating into our style here at the farm.  Then it happens, when the new prospective owner walks in, the dog starts barking and acting scared.  I have even seen them get into a skirmish with one of my dogs, and I ask myself, where did that come from.  If I have said it once, I said it a thousand times, “I have never seen that before” and it was true and I know they thought I was lying, but I wasn’t. 


On one hot summer day on Sunday morning, the choir had a “special” piece of music and Billy, and I was sitting right behind the floor fan at the back of the church.  The choir got up, and the church was silent.  When they started to sing, so did I.  I thought it was only fitting because I knew the words to the music and I would help make a "joyful noise" too.  I inched up to the large floor fan that was blowing air up to the front of the church and like a professional singer, I bellowed out the words into the whirling fan blades which projected and amplified my voice.  Everyone was amazed and kept turning around and shaking there head from side to side, it must have been a Baptist thing.  Mom must have gotten sick because she left the choir and walked back and sat between Billy and me.  Everyone watched her walk down the center aisle to the back of the church, shaking there head.  I will never understand why she pinched the snot out of my leg and for some reason, I didn't get any Sunday dinner, I'm sure I needed to practice.

Sometimes it takes just a few hours for a dog to settle down.  Their whole world had changed in an instant.  The go from one home to another, and at times, it is a drastic change.  Some dogs come from very little freedom, or a 3 X 4 steel cage at a shelter with no yard to 10 acres of rolling hills and open spaces and they are confused.  Some dogs come from an outside dog house to a warm king size bed.  Some dogs come from no human contact to laying in a person’s lap for the first time, their world had changed and they are confused.

My actions didn’t start in my adolescent years, but a little younger.  One of my first vivid memories of church happened one Sunday service where I became bored which was often.  Mother didn’t believe in letting me bring my toys to church, so I had to entertain myself.  I ask her for a piece of chewing gum, and she sat her purse next to me.  Well, that turned out to be a bad idea.  My Mother was a smoker and smoked Kent Cigarettes and after rummaging through her purse. I found one, and after grabbing it, I stood up on the seat facing backward to the congregation and pretended to smoke it.  People were amused at first, and then some started to laugh.  I was so proud I was being funny and the more smiles and laughter I got, the more I pretended to smoke and faster I got.  I would take in a big draw and blow the pretend smoke up into the air, just like Mom but I swear I did not know it was a Tampon.  That was not a good day in the Shuck house.

All dogs are Angels at times
When people first see a dog, I always worry that they want that "perfect" dog, one that doesn't do anything wrong but acts like a perfect angle.   There are no perfect dogs, but be patient, things will come around, and they will settle in and learn your ways and abide by your rules, but as God is my witness, sometimes they act like little Hellions when you want them to be angels.  We all make mistakes and have faults, and it’s a miracle I made it to an adult and my family not kicked out of the church.  If I was not given a chance as a kid, where would I be now...  See, as bad as I was, I made it and so will the dogs that are not perfect. they just need your understanding, I now pity my mother.

Every word of this story is true and it's only a small portion of my young life.  Billy and I did finish off the Wedding cake before the first year anniversary and our fun continued.   Ken
  
“Now that I have arrived at your home, everything is strange, and I don’t feel good.
Don’t feel impatient if I don’t sleep on my new bed. Yesterday, I slept on a cold concrete floor.
Don’t be terrified if I gobble up my food. Yesterday, I had to do it to survive.
Don’t get angry if I pee on your floor. Yesterday, it didn’t matter where I went.
Don’t be sad if I am afraid of your loving hand. Yesterday, It wasn’t a loving one.
Have patience with me, it’s your world, but not yet mine.
If I trust you, I can give you the greatest Gift I have to give. . . My Heart.
Please never forget, I had nothing before.  All I need is a bit of time to adjust.”





My Way...

A couple of people asked me how do I introduce dogs into my pack or when we do evaluations on the farm.  When Clancy was alive, he was the best at determining the demeanor of dogs that came for a visit.  Only one dog needed to corrected and was A 2-year-old unneutered dog came in, and he thought he was the boss, or so he thought.  As he walked up to Clancy, he put his head on Clancys back showing dominance and in a split second, that dog was on his back, and Clancy had his mouth around his neck standing over him.  The dog's paws were rigid and straight up in the air and Clancy was standing over him but not tightening his jaws or moving.  Once the dog's paws relaxed, Clancy let him up, and they went off and played... In the wolf’s world, this is called the Wolf throw or Wolf roll.  The guest dog came in as an alpha, but in just a short time, he was submissive.  There are many things that you look for when you see a dog for the first time, and that will tell you nearly everything you need to know.  


Things to watch for; 
Lunging
Posturing
Direct eye contact
Raised hackles
Pricked ears
Teeth exposed toward the other dog

With that being mentioned, the one thing I always look at is their tail and what is it doing.  A Dogs tail will tell you A lot and how it carries it is an essential indicator of many things such as its current social standing as well as its mental state. There can be some variations, of course, depending upon how the dog naturally carries its tail but what I look for most is if the dogs tail is tucked between its legs.  This can be especially common whenever the dog feels that it is in the presence of a more dominant dog or person and it can also mean, “I accept my lowly role in the pack, and I’m not here to challenge you in any way.”  If the dog’s tail is held upward, this is often the sign of a dog that is in control and is dominant and confident. This may also be a display of a dog who is saying “I’m the boss here. Don’t mess with me.”  If this happens with a dog I am working with, I know to be on guard, especially if you have another dominant dog.

With that being stated, the question was. “how do you introduce a dog into your pack.”

Usually, when a dog arrives at the gate, I will notice how it’s acting.  Is it barking happily with there tongue out to the side or a frightened bark, but if you don’t see any emotion, you need to be on guard.  I will always choose my personal dogs to meet the new rescue or a guest dog because I want some calm personalities and I want it to be low key.  I will usually pick Annie, Doc and Shepp to be my guinea pig dogs.  After the dog enters the gate and putting all the information together from everything I have perceived so far and there is no reaction, I will immediately take the new dog off lead.

Front this point on, just to be sure you understand, I am not a trainer, dog behaviorist or an expert.  This is not advice or the way you should do this.  This is what works for me.

I feel that when a dog comes inside the fence, they can feel trapped because they can handle the pressure of the lead and the dogs around them if the lead is on and that in itself can cause problems because they know there is no escape.  Once inside and the dog is free, there will be sniffing and checking for butt smells which are common.  Stay on top of the situation by watching the eyes, ears, and tail, this is critical.  I always make sure I am close by and in position for anything.  Because it’s my dogs and I have verbal control over them, it’s the new dog I watch.  If I saw something I didn’t like, I say, “let’s go” which is my trigger word to go play and mine will run through the woods and it’s a happy time for the dogs, and usually, the guest dog isn’t far behind, and any issues can be de-escalated.  The new dog will of course either stay back or go because of curiosity but the problem is solved, and the problems have resolved itself.   If the dogs are just unsure of the situation and you still don't get a good feel, we go for a walk together.  My dogs will run through the woods playing and running, and the new dogs will usually hold back but, in just a few minutes, they want to join in the fun.


Just last week Dallas was picked up at his former home.  We were inside the house, and he was very friendly and loving.  I took Shepp with me to act as my neutral dog and right from the get-go, tails were wagging, and butts sniffed and then they went on there way, no issues at all.  Once home, Dallas was out of his element, and when he was let out of the car, his whole entire world had changed, and to him, it was not good.  Dallas stood by the gate.  Wanting out and I approached him with Shepp, his friend, Dallas followed us back to the house and seemed to relax.  The other dogs were in the kennel, and Dallas went on the wraparound porch but still looked for an escape because he could smell the other dogs.  Still frightened, I let him settle down and just observe everything around.  After letting a few of the dogs out, he was scared, but he was curious, and he would follow at a distance.  After an hour, we took a walk around the lake where they could run all they wanted to.  Dallas was following and running, and they started playing together.  My theory is to let them be dogs and run, play and enjoy themselves and most anxieties go out the window.  Dallas slept in the house on a dog bed that night, and the next day, he was part of our pack.  This is a Facebook post I made the next day.



“What a difference a day makes. This would make a good story but here is a short version. When Dallas came in yesterday, he was a little shy... maybe a lot. He would hide and stay away from the other dogs. Nothing wrong with him but he is unsure about everything which included me, dogs and the new place and he also missed his human Mom. This is very common, OB was the same way. Today is a different story. He runs to greet everyone, plays with the dogs and lays under my chair because he found a new friend. Dogs need us to guide them to a world of safety, care, and love. Dallas was very loved where he was, and they treated him very good. But his life drastically changed, and he was scared, and new friends make a world of difference. It literally brings me to tears when they transform into what they should be and gain all the confidence in the world.”

The worse place for dogs that don’t know each other to be is standing around their the owner in a circle and talking.  The people don’t see the dogs checking each other out, but the dogs are vying for position in the pack.  I will always take the people on a walk with the dogs because there is no jockeying for position.  Having introduced hundreds of dogs, I have never had a dog fight or even a skirmish.  While I always prepare for it, it has never come.  Remember this is my techniques, and I do not suggest you do it this way, every dog and dog pack is different, but you need to read your dog.  As a rule, I can know in under a minute how things will be.  

Hopefully, this has helped you understand how I do this.  One thing I have noticed with every dog that has issues, most can be traced back to socializing the dog at a young age.  My suggestions when we raised pups was before they are 6 months old, take them out to meet 50 different people and 100 places after they were vaccinated, getting them used to everything.  Ken

** Notre **  The alpha roll or wolf throw was first popularized by the Monks of New Skete, in the 1978 book "How To Be Your Dog's Best Friend.”  The book is very good and informative and I have used this training technique very sparingly with good results but it can be too risky and demanding for the average dog owner.

Interesting observations from What Is My Dog’s Tail Saying – Sweet Caroline Doodles.

Watch for these dog tail positions discussed below in your own dogs and how they carry their tails in various interactions with other dogs, and it may help you to begin to understand more about how your dog really feels and sees the world.

1 – Your dog carries its tail practically horizontal, yet not stiff, and pointing away from its body. This lets you know that they are paying close attention to their surroundings.
2 – Your dog is holding its tail straight out, pointing away from its body, both horizontally and stiff. Watch, and you’ll notice that this is part of the process that occurs in any initial challenge whenever they first meet a stranger or an intruder.
4 – If the dog’s tail is carried up and slightly curved over its back it means, “I’m the top dog.” A confident and dominant dog who feels that it is in control will often express itself this way.
5 – If the dogs tail is carried lower than the horizontal position but still has some distance from the legs you can be aware that your dog feels pretty relaxed and that all is well.
6 – If your dog’s tail is carried downward, closer to its hind legs it can mean several things such as “I’m not feeling good” or “I’m a little depressed.” It could also mean “I feel insecure,” which is especially true of many dogs when they are in an unknown or new setting or situation.
8 – All right, let’s talk about a few more examples of how a dog carries its tail. If you notice bristling hair down its back or down the dog’s tail this often suggests a sign of aggression. This meaning may also change in intensity if the dog modifies its tail position. So, if the tail is carried straight out from the body it means “I’m ready to fight if you are!” or if it moves the tail slightly up or over its back it means that “I’m not afraid of you and will fight to prove that I’m really the boss.” This is serious – especially if it happens between two dogs that won’t back down.
9 – If your dog carries its tail with a crick or sharp bend in it while it is carried high this often means pretty much the same thing as in the tail bristling example. This too can be read as a sign of aggression.
10 – If the dog has a nice broad tail wag it often means “I like you.” You’ll often see this display during play sessions between dogs – for example, when one dog seems to be fighting the other, pouncing, growling, and barking but with a wagging tail all the while – the wagging tail reminds the other dog that this is all in fun. A broad tail wag can also mean that “I’m pleased.”
11 – If you happen to notice that your dog is exhibiting a slow tail wag, with its tail carried at half-mast it can often mean “I’m confused.” Later when the dog finally solves the problem that it was confused about you will often notice a dramatic difference in the speed and size of the tail wags which will usually markedly increase as well.






An Open Letter...

Sometimes I wonder if the people who surrendered a Border Collie to us ever wonder what happens to their dog.  Recently we had a dog relinquished, and the last owners wanted to make sure he would be okay, as we all would worry about.  The dog was loved very much by them, and he is an exquisite boy.  Some people want to know their outcome, and some don’t.  This is an open letter to the past owners of “my” personal dogs that the past owner gave me charge of. Six of my dogs are rescues, one was to help out and two I purchased when we bred dogs. 


To the owners of “my” dogs, you trusted me with.

Molly Mae
Mr. Cartright, you sold Molly as a pup when she was 8 weeks old to me.  I picked her up in Holland Kentucky, and I remember that day so well, you had a barn full of 16 Border Collies, and they were running around in circles chasing each other.  We loved Molly so much, and she was the start of our journey in this dog world.  She was quiet but so loving.  She loved to play ball but hated the water.  Twice in her life, she nearly succumbs to death.  Once from heat stroke and once from surgery but she made it because of her strong will to live.  Molly was my Heart Dog.  I loved her so.  Molly passed away on June 15, 2018, in my arms, thank you for trusting me to have one of your pups.

Molly and Morgan
Morgan
I remember the day I picked Morgan up in 2006 at your house in Kentucky.  He was full of life and was to be the other half of Molly.  We decided to have puppies, and Morgan was picked because he was beautiful and Elaine wanted a red Border Collie, and you provided him to us.  I am so sorry to tell you this, but when he was 6 months old, he tried to get under a fence when we were not at home.  His collar got tangled, and he strangled himself to death.  I found him and cried the entire time I dug his grave.  He is buried here at the farm, and to this day, very few of our dogs were collars.  I’m sorry, I failed, and I can never fix it.

Clancy
Clancy
Mr. Johnson, when Morgan, a dog of ours died, We wanted a companion for our Molly Mae as you may remember.  We wanted to have pups, and you had an ad in the newspaper.  We came right out and picked out a dog.  When we brought him to you to pay for him and take him home, you told us, “this one is already taken.”  We were disappointed but picked the last boy dog you had, Clancy.  He and Molly loved each other, and on Valentine's day two years later, Molly and Clancy started the road to having pups here at the farm.  Clancy was a great dog, more than I can say or put into words.  He sired many puppies and was the best dog ever.  I’m sorry to tell you that Clancy died in front of us playing in our lake and doing what he wanted to do in July 2016.   We started a foundation in honor of him, and his spirit has saved hundreds of Border Collies.  I often wonder what happened to the dog that we first picked.  Thank you, I wouldn’t change a thing, except to hug him one more time.

Dutchess with "that" look
Dutchess
Mrs. Johnson. I remember when you called me, we had had a litter of pups and you asked me if I was interested in a dog.  I remember telling you, “maybe you misunderstood the ad in the paper, we’re selling dogs.”  You agreed and said you had a dog to give away and you thought I might know something about them.  Dutchess came over and met with Clancy and Molly, and the rest is history.  Dutchess is the smartest and most comical Border Collie I have ever seen.  She sure made our life exciting.  She can do anything and probably has, but now she is a senior dog and watches from the sideline.  When once she could jump up on a car, she now has to be lifted onto the couch. 

Abbie Dabbie Doo
Abbie
Mrs. Holand, when you brought Abbie back to us because it didn't work out, I didn't understand but took her back with open arms.  We were going to rehome her but fell in love with her.  I remember when she jumped on the bed and laid near me.  She then nudged into the crook of my side and went to sleep.  I looked at Elaine and said we were going to keep her.  Abbie was a very spirited dog and loved life and everything about it but one day I found the lumps on her neck.  Abbie had Lymphoma and died last year.  She played hard until the very end and lived longer than any dog that had cancer in that clinic.  She died in my arms.

Meggie
Meggie
Margrett, our trip to meet you was an adventure.  Elaine wanted a red dog, and you sold us a little red-headed girl.  She is so sensitive and loving and wouldn’t hurry a fly, but she will kill a chicken in a second.  She like her sister Dutchess is a senior dog, and she sleeps most of the days under my desk.  I remember you showing her parents skills at herding and how smart they were.  Thank you for such a sweet girl.

Annie
Mr. Brix, I remember the day Annie came to us, she was a cute puppy and full of life and moxie.  She is quite the character and was always happy, even now, she is the same.  Annie had beautiful babies, and they all are doing very well.  She loves to sleep on my lap, and she especially loves to have her butt scratched.  She is quite the water dog and will jump off the dock after her tennis ball.

Annie Belle, her first day at the farm
Gabby
Gracie, I’m sure you are a beautiful young woman now.  When you and your parents dropped Gabby off, I remember trying to make you feel better, but nothing seemed to help.  I will never forget the letter you wrote to me, “ The night before we drove to your place to see if it would be a good home for Gabby, I cried a lot and asked if we could keep her. We decided that we would come see you and try to make a decision from there. We were so happy when we got to your place to see her immediately happy and running with the other border collies. She seemed to love the pond, the porch, and even your couch. I am sad in my heart to not see her in my backyard but am happy to know she is now in your care. I can't wait to come see her again soon. Thank you for loving her as much as I do.” Gracie

Gracie and Gabbie
Gracie, I want you to know, Gabby still loves the pond, the porch, and the couch.  I wanted you to know she is still doing great.

Doc Holliday
Doc
To the unknown owner of Doc, I’m not too happy with you because of the shape Doc was in when he came to me.  He was twenty pounds underweight, and his coat was in a deplorable way.  Even before I took him home, I took him to the Veterinarian and checked him out.  He has gained twenty pounds and blossomed into a beautiful dog.  When we ran his first Heartworm test, he was positive, and I’m sure you never gave him his monthly heartworm pill.  We treated him, and he did great, it was very costly, but we won that round.  Nearly 5 years later Doc went blind, and even then we tried to fix him, but the Veterinarian could not win this battle.  I’m sure you could care less, but even though he lived through hell with you, we never gave up, he still swims in the lake and follows the other dogs through the woods and sleeps on my bed, but most of all, Doc never gave up.  I hope you never had another dog

Dahlia
Dahlia
Susan, the day I picked Dahlia up at your house, you were crying, and I knew how you felt because I’ve been there.  When I put Dahlia in the car to take her to the farm, I ask you “do you want updates,” and you said no.  I honored your wishes because you couldn’t bear to hear about the dog you loved.  I wanted you to know even if it is in the spirit, she is Great, we love her so.  We always wanted a German Shepherd, and the spirits moved, and she came to us.  We started to rehome her when she first got here but we couldn’t.  I know it was hard, but she is happy.

Jett & JoJo playing at the farm
JoJo
Terri, thank you so much for trusting us with JoJo.  Too many dogs can wreck your house and yard and large dogs can make it worse.  I know they are a handful playing and running through it.  JoJo is my baby, and I cherish her.  She sleeps on me and is always by my side.  Thank you for bringing her brother Jett to the farm so they can continue to be Brother and Sister and run in the fields and through the woods.  I will always feel connected to your family because you trusted me with your precious baby.  See you soon when we can let them run and play together again.

Whiskey
Whiskey
Marcie, I tried to call you and let you know the fate of Whiskey, but I never hear back from my voicemail.  I know you loved her and cried when you had to give her up.  I understand the reason, but some Border Collies will kill chickens, and I understand the aggravation that your mother had with her, and I’m glad she didn’t shoot her.  I told you we would rehome her, but we didn’t, she stayed at the farm.  She truly is my shadow and even sleeps at the head of my bed with JoJo. 

Our Pups
To the owners of the dogs we bred, I can see every little face in my mind’s eye and remember every scene of them running so fast they fall down and then climbing in my lap.  When I do close my eyes and recollect that scene, I’m with them again.

To the owners of the dogs we have rescued, I too can see them again, whether they are pulled from a shelter or relinquished.  I remember the sounds, smells and even death at the shelter and see the tears that are shared when it just didn’t work out at home, I do remember.  When they go to their new home, I also remember the happy faces and happy smiles of dogs that have a second chance.  Life is just a whisper and when my few seconds are up, I hope I made a difference, but in the next dimension of time, I want to sit in that field of grass and be with every dog I have ever touched and live and touch all my babies again.  Ken