today we went to a farm. mama's man, chucko (as i like to call him), has a lifelong friend named charlie, and charlie has a farm. on his farm he keeps 11 dogs for breeding. one had just had a litter of 5 pups a few days earlier--4 boys and 1 girl, squealing away while drinking mother's milk, and no longer than the distance between the thumb and pointer finger of an outstretched hand. i happened to fall in love with this sweet thing:
his name is bo, he's a burmese mountain dog, 2 months old
charlie also has 2 grown deer, 1 albino! and 3 little spotted bambis, about 3 weeks old. he also has 4 cats. he said people will just drop off animals that they don't want anymore, because they know he'll give them a good home.
i was taken with his backyard. he had a very american garage, a killer barn out back--about 3 stories high, a fine old ford tractor, and a pond with a silver windmill beside it. i took a ton of pictures, but in absence of the proper cord to upload said shots from my real camera, some artsy flicks from my iphone will have to suffice...
i couldn't have taken a bad picture of this machine
god bless the midwest
in one of my nine lives, it would do my soul some good if i could be a farm dweller.
ahHH sister~ one girl puppy!!!.....&4cats :@
ReplyDeleteoh yeah.... diggin the flavor of this true american
old school flavor post... we have farm dwelling in our blood!!!