Our Dogs and Cats - no farm is complete without the "little ones".
     
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Below are pictures of some of our little friends - each holds a piece of our heart.
All our cats and dogs are or will be spayed or neutered. Having been active in small animal rescue we know only to well about the huge number of unwanted pets out there. We believe spaying and neutering is key to decreasing the number of homeless animal. What a beautiful world it would be if every kitten and puppy born had people waiting to raise and cherish them.

Anya and Ariel
Anya and Ariel came in from Kuvasz Rescue as foster dogs and stayed.
Mouse

Mouse was a grown cat when she arrived, she took to farm life like she was born to it. Mouse is a terrific mouser! She is seen here hard at work. (Thanks to M. Orthner for the photo.)

Coco and Jondar

Coco, on the far left, is a mixed breed rescue. Jondar on the far right is our Anatolian shepard puppy. In the background is Avie, our Kuvasz.

Gidgit and Jondar

Gidget was a tiny little runt kitten who needed a home. She is all grown up now and is everyones friend; dogs, cats, people, horses. She loves them all.

Jake - gone, but never forgotten

Jake was a once in a life time dog. He came to us as a mixed-breed, semi-feral, half-grown puppy, but he taught us what makes a truly great dog. His strength and resourcefulness to survive alone until we found him, his courage when faced with darkness, his devotion that asked nothing in return...

Avalanche - who is missed

Avie was one of our 1st Kuvasz. We adopted her and her brother when they were 3 years old. They shared our lives until they were 9 years old. They died within 4 months of each other of Megaesophagus.

Artillery - bigger than life

This is Artie, Avie's, brother. He must have had a tough few years before joining our family, but he was willing to trust again. He was my shadow.

 
   
 

THE POWER OF THE DOG

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brother and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie --
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find -- it's your own affair --
But . . . you've given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!);
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone -- wherever it goes -- for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We've sorrow enough in a natural way,
When it come to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long --
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?


Rudyard Kipling