I really had intended to sell the entire litter of pups. I’d have kept every one of them if I listened to my heart instead of my head. But that would be way more dogs than any farm needs. Besides, they were great pups...
Read MoreThis box turtle has been a frequent summer visitor to the front porch of the farmhouse the last two summers — and we’ve been watching for it this year and wondering if it survived the winter. Its cracked, battered...
Read MoreI realized that the puppies are six weeks old now, and I’ve been hoarding all that puppy goodness to myself. I apologize. That was so selfish of me. To make up for it, I’ll introduce you to the gang and tell you a...
Read MoreTheir eyes are wide open, and they’ve found their voices. They bark. They whine. They growl as they awkwardly wrestle and try to pounce. They haven’t much finesse yet, but they’re cute while they practice...
Read MoreHippo’s the one on the right. He’s the largest male, the largest altogether of the litter. He was the first to open his eyes, and he’s usually the first one headed for mama when she enters the room. The little...
Read MoreSame puppy as pictured here, but twice the size now. I wish I’d weighed them all that first day, just for curiosity’s sake, and so I could say with statistical authority, ‘yes, it’s a proven fact....
Read MoreThe genius husband swiped the largest pup of the litter for a while and let it nap on his belly. Puppies make such sweet, happy sounds when they’re warm and comfy. Mama Dinah’s beginning to relax a bit and spent some...
Read MoreAll 7 puppies in a pile, sleeping . . . Mama Dinah’s outside, taking care of business.Notice the white tipped tail on the puppy below. I love those white tips, and most of this litter has that marking. The brown one in the...
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