Inspiration Number Twelve-Cats and Dogs

In Loving Memory of Whiskey
You can’t have a farm and not have a cat and atleast one dog. I almost think it’s a given for both. People who have cats that want to dump them off, always seem to do it at the nearest farm! Sometimes it drives me crazy but if they didn’t, we wouldn’t have great mouse and bird control! Our cat that came from another farm is perfect. She chases anything that moves and more often than not, exhibits characteristics that would make you think she is a dog!

Midnight, our cat-dog

Then, we have hounds instead of traditional dogs like Collies here on our farm. Rosie, the blood hound, was a rescue who had been extremely abused and was nearly starved to death when she first went to the dog warden. His kennel kept her for almost three months working to rehabilitate her so she would be friendly. She is not aggressive by any means, she is scared of everything including her own shadow. Once I brought her home (something I thought I was going to get grief forever for) it took her nearly three months to warm up to Mr. Farmer. Having her around our animals has been the greatest rehab thing for her. She mother’s each and every one of our animals. When we first got chickens, we kept them in our addition on the back of the house until they were about two weeks old. She would sit at the edge of the box and just watch them for hours. When we moved them into their “hut” outside, she moped around the house for a whole day. When she finally decided to come inside the hut, she discovered her little ones and she went through smelling and licking her one of them.
That is the way she is with all of the animals. From chickens to turkeys, steers to cows and mostly the calves. She is my “mother hen” here on the farm. She is also my constant companion. She rides with me to town (and sits higher than I do on the seat), runs with me when we got out to check fields with the four wheeler, assists with daily chores on the farm and sits with me on the couch.

Playing in the snow

A moment of rest while checking hay fields

Then, we have Raven. She is a Bluetick Coonhound. She was found on Craigslist, free for the taking. She was skinny, had worms really bad and was also abused. We went to look at her and couldn’t leave her there. She is Mr. Farmers baby. She pouts on his side of the bed when he is gone, she follows him all over and plays with him when she won’t with anyone else. She is high strung and really doesn’t like to sit still to have photos taken, no matter how many times I have tried! She doesn’t spend much time at the farm unless there are calves around. The only reason why she does then is so she can lick the remainder of the milk out of the buckets. She does love to go run through the fields!
Raven, our bluetick coonhound, waiting to play while out in the early, early spring fields

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