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.