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Our Inspiration
There are many dogs who have left their paw prints on our hearts. Here are just a few.
{note: this page is under construction! Thank you for your patience.}
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Jeffie - Named after Thomas Jefferson or Jefferson Davis (we'll let you decide depending on your reference to the Mason Dixon line). May 2006 Gary took me to Dogwood Animal Shelter to look at 3 puppies we spotted on Petfinder. His mom was a Golden Retriever who had a rendezvous with a traveling man! Given his frisbe skills, we think daddy was a Border Collie. |
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Lucy B - Lucy's mama was a purebred Golden Retriever named Rosie. Her papa was a very stout, deep chested black Lab who lived down the road. She is very much my dog - we call her my handmaiden - whereever I am, she is generally snoozing on one or both of my feet. A southern Virginia girl, she loves her biscuits |
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Tucker - The night before New Year's Eve in 1997 we heard crying on our front porchl. What a little bear cub of a puppy! After a trip to the vet for puncture and other assorted wounds, Gary pronounced him our most expensive puppy! Little did Gary know that cruciate ligament surgery and subsequent physical therapy was in Tucker's future! A southern Virginia boy, Tucker loves his grits and anything with sugar! |
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Lizzy - Coming home after dark one rainy fall night, we spotted a phantom dog on our lane. After much calling and searching a beautiful Border Collie decided I might be okay. She was obviously a stray and had been for some time. After a bath (she'd had a run in with a skunk or two), burrs and tangles removed, and some rest for her raw footpads, she made herself at home. |
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Spanky - Silly Spanky who chased his tail in circles when he saw the UPS man! A black lab mix adopted from a shelter. We couldn't leave a ladder out... he would climb it! |
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Sherman - Adopted from an animal shelter, our Golden Retriever / Lab mix. Shermie reveled in life when we moved from the city to the farm. He adored baby chicks and geese! |
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Bennie - I was just going along with some friends who planned to adopt a shelter puppy. But there was Bennie and the tag on his cage gave him less than a week before he was a goner. I had no business having a dog right then, but I called every day. At the "midnight hour" there I was adopting this 3 month old German Shepherd / Doberman mix. What a character he was! A three time cancer survivor and amputee, he lived to the ripe old age of 14. The second photo below is of Bennie and Shermie together on the farm. |
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 Bennie & Sherman on the farm |
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Snoopy Sam - A Beagle selected by me as a child, Snoopy Sam was my constant companion and best friend. Since I'm an only child, I guess you could say he was my brother! Each year he had fabulous birthday parties complete with hats, gifts, and, of course, birthday cake! |
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Skippy - Our family's Cocker Spaniel whose claim to fame is being the pup in our logo! |
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Blackie Duke - Technically my first dog, Blackie Duke was a black Lab my folks had when I was born. I guess you could say I loved dogs even in the womb! This is Blackie Duke at 4 months of age with my mom. |
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There are many horses who are - or were - members of our family. Here are just a very few.
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Lady with Ditty, one of her foals - My beloved Missour Fox Trotter. She was my once in a lifetime equine companion. |
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Tim and Tom - Our first team of Belgian draft horses. They taught us much! |
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Mister Jones - our mammoth jack stud. What a tootsie! A teddy bear in a donkey body. |
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Dolly - Our Percheron draft mare recently passed away at age 33. We had her since she was 10 and though she never gave us any foals, she was a wonderful worker. |
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More coming...
We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals. In a world older and more complete than ours they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings: they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the Earth. ~Henry Beston
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