Talented Hound Dog

Lucy, our Min-Pin, eats her dinner on top of the breakfast area table since the other dogs eat much faster and will eat whatever food she has left if her bowl is on the floor.

Mia evidently figured she could get on the table too! We knew she liked to climb up on our old picnic table outside, but we never figured she'd do the same thing inside.

Lucy's Rabbit

Lucy is the littlest farm dog we have. Weighing in at 8lbs., Lucy has proven to be one determined little dog. Our larger dogs kill lots of things on the farm, and Lucy wanted to be like them.

She managed to catch a baby rabbit one day and pranced around carrying it in her mouth for the other dogs to see. Of course, she wasn't about to let them get close enough to steal it away from her and she protected her kill quite well.

Poor little bunny.

Sweet Dreams

Brian and I used to live on a large farm in Woodford County. When we had the opportunity to build our own house, we had to pack up and move. There were a few things we were going to take to a vacant home Brian's dad owned, including a tweed chair....Mia's chair.

We loaded the chair into the back of the truck and went back in to get another piece of furniture. When we returned, Mia had jumped into the back of the truck on onto her favorite chair to take a nap.

Sweet dreams, Mia!

The Final Farm Dog

I know what you're thinking..just how many dogs do you have? Well, Shiloh is the last dog in our group.

My husband had wanted a Blue Heeler for quite some time, and, though we saw them for sale at rodeos, he wouldn't buy one. SO, while we were at East Fork Stables in Tennessee for the Memorial Day weekend last year, a woman had some Blue Heeler pups for sale. I looked at one of the little females and just thought she was precious. I hadn't taken enough cash to buy her and a dear friend offered to loan me the money. SOLD!

Since his birthday was coming up in July, I figured she would be an early birthday present. When Brian came back to the campsite he was surprised at what waited for him...a new little puppy. He thought for what seemed like weeks before naming her Shiloh.

Shiloh is about a year and a half old now and she is the most loyal and faithful dog we have. She follows Brian everywhere and loves to ride in his truck. She goes to work with him when she can and sits patiently in the truck while he works. She'd rather do that than sit at home not knowing where he is.

God knew Brian wanted a dog to follow him around and He sent Shiloh just for him.

The Littlest Farm Dog

Meet Lucy, the littlest farm dog.

When we built our house a couple of years ago, I told my husband I wanted to get a lap dog when we got settled in (after all, Mia was trying to be a lap dog at 55 lbs.).

I called several Humane Societies and visited a couple of them to check out their selection of dogs, looking for a small female dog. While I was at the Woodford County Humane Society, I was told if I left my name, phone number, and a description of the kind of dog I was looking for, someone would call me if they got something in I might be interested in.

Several weeks later, I realized that I had forgotten to leave my phone number and took the opprotunityon my drive home to call the Woodford Humane Society. I asked if there were any small, female dogs available for adoption and was told they had just gotten a Min-Pin in about an hour before I called. I immediately stopped by to look at the dog.

I had wanted a Min-Pin, but they can be expensive to buy and I couldn't turn her down when I saw her bounding around the room chasing the kittens. Lucy was mine! She hadn't even been processed yet, so I couldn't take her home with me until the next day, when, to my surprise, she seemed to know that I was her new owner when she saw me coming into the building and started yipping and trying to find me.

Lucy weighs all of 8 lbs. and has become known around our place as the littlest farm dog. She is a great lap dog and snuggles down under the covers when we go to bed.

Lucy and I are perfectly matched which can only be the work of God.

The Second Farm Dog

What farm would be complete without a hound dog? Mia's story will tug at your heart strings.

A friend of ours was back-woods-primitive camping in the mountainous regions of West Virginia. While camping, a skin and bones hound wandered into his camp. Being quite the tree-hugger (as he would tell you himself) he fed the dog and grew attached to her. When it was time to break camp and head back into civilization (some 15 miles to the nearest anything) he couldn't leave the dog he named Mia, behind.

He loaded her into the back of his car and set off to drive the several hours back to Kentucky. Mia, however, was simply not meant for riding in a car as she became carsick.

Once the two were home, Mia found herself enjoying free access to food and water and eventually met Sadie out and about in the woods. The two became instant friends and would hunt and play together for hours on end.

When Mia's owner was out of town fighting forest fires out west, Mia would come by for dinner and occasionally wqould spend the night with Sadie, both dogs snuggled up on the couch in the family room. Sadie taught Mia how to use the dog door and she became a fixture at our house.

While fighting forest fires, Mia's owner realized it was very time consuming for his brother to drive to Versailles everyday to look in on Mia and it was decided that Mia would have to find a new home. Mia was given to me on my birthday some 5 years ago and has been with us ever since.

When she gets excited, Mia chatters her teeth, which is quite funny. She is crazy about sweet potatoes and Maple and brown sugar frosted mini-wheats.

Mia didn't talk much when she first came to live with us, but she learned to communicate through what actually sounds like she is trying to forms actual words. She is a dear, sweet dog.

There is no such thing as a coincidence, and I like to think that God selected me to care for Mia and vice versa. Thank you, Lord for trusting me with such a fine creature.

The Original Farm Dog

Oh, just over 6 years ago, Brian and I got our first dog. She was just a pup and we named her Sadie. She is a black lab/blue heeler mix and is often mistaken for a small lab. Once you get to know her, you'll realize that, even though she looks like a lab, she acts like a blue heeler.

Sadie is a wonderful, intelligent, protective companion. She loves to be outside and has to be called in when it's time to go to bed. She has little time to fetch and would rather chase the ball and then run off with it. She prefers to stand guard and to hunt.

Sadie is quite the hunter. She has taken out many a fat groundhog and has killed her share of rabbits and moles. She and her best sister, Mia, decided to hunt deer one summer and managed to kill 3 or 4 fawns, much to my dismay. Leaving just the heads and legs in the yard and eating the rest, there was little for me to pick up and throw away.

Sadie smiles at me when she sees me coming home and is always eager to be fed (as if at 60 lbs. she's starving to death). She's nothing but a chunky monkey.

God bless Sadie. She makes me feel safe when I am home alone as if God has appointed her a guardian angel wrapped in fun and fur.