I grew up as a cow dog, just the cowboy and me. That’s how it was. Just us and the cows.
Then one day the cowboy’s family took me for a ride in the car…I love riding in the car(not so much anymore-it makes me really nervous, but Mom still takes me so I can gain confidence)—- getting into the car wasn’t too bad. Then suddenly they stopped the car and pushed me out and Drove Off real fast. I tried to follow for a little while, but soon gave up and went back to the spot where they pushed me out of the car.
I waited at the spot for three weeks, never leaving it for fear they would come back to get me and I would be off somewhere and miss them. Boy did I get hungry! Whew!
But I stood firm. I waited.
Mom and Misty kept trying to get me. Mom said she wanted me to come live with her, but I KNEW cowboy would be back so I ran from Mom and Misty all the time.
Then one day, when my belly met my backbone, Misty came out with a slice of roast beef. I LOVE ROAST BEEF! Just love it! And I was hungry. Well, hungry wasn’t the word for it. So I let them feed me. And the rest is history.
I’ve been with Mom and Dad now for four years. It’s good here. I like it here. I’m the head of security for the farm! It’s my job to watch for people coming down the driveway, check out trespassing dogs and scaring deer. I’m 10 years old now, but that doesn’t stop me doing my work. ‘Course when I sleep inside, which I really like to do, I sometimes miss stuff. Mom says it’s alright because I sleep right by her side of the bed(on the floor) and protect her from things that go bump in the night.
I have lots of work to do, I help haul hay (riding on top of the haystack is my favorite thing to do) Mom doesn’t let me do it very often, and never to a delivery, but I would if I could.
I really like to run by (in-front) of the four-wheeler and check water or head over the pastures and check on the cows…that’s the best.
There is always news out there, that I just can’t get guarding the farm yard. Boy is there some interesting stuff to learn out there.
I’m a very important dog, heck I’m the only dog (besides Checkers, but she is Misty’s dog) so that makes me V.E.R.Y. important. I’m responsible for helping Mom put the chickens up at night, killing snakes and mice. Why Misty even calls me to come down to her house and kill the mice that slip inside. I’m a good mouse killer. And no, I don’t eat them. That’s the cat’s job.
I’m really good at barking at the deer. Dad says I need to chase the deer away. I don’t understand why he doesn’t see that I do. There aren’t any deer in the yard, ever! Now the corn fields and the hay fields are just too big to keep them out of so I settle for the yard. It more in keeping with my size.
Besides it’s getting a little hard to keep running, my Doctor says I have arthritis so most of the time now I get to RIDE with Mom on the Four-Wheeler. That is fun! That is real fun! It’s as much fun as riding in the back of the pick-up. Well, maybe it’s funner-I get to see where I’m going on the four-wheeler.
Anyway, I thought I would stop by once in awhile and visit with each of you. I have lots of stories to tell, you know how it is when you get old. So come on back and visit and I’ll tell you about some of things I’ve learned in my long years of living. I’ll also let you see the farm from my side of the fence!
FuzzyDoodle McDoodle Dude Brown
Life on a Colorado Farm 
Oh Fuzzy, you are such a wonderful soul, and you landed in paradise that day so many years ago.
Thank you for sharing your story. Now I feel like I know you that much better. I will always hold you close to my heart.
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You’re one super cute, super lucky dog aren’t you?
Thanks for sharing your story.
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What a precious story from a precious pup! My rescue cat JenJen says “hi!” She agrees with you that life is good after being rescued!
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Fuzzy it was good of you to come and stay with Linda and Terry. They obviously needed you more than that dumb ole cowboy did. Having a job is very important for a Border Collie so I’m glad you have one.
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What stories you must have to tell. Pretty lucky dog you are 😉
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I love farm dogs. They are so lucky to be where they are.
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Oh that’s SO sad. I can’t imagine that poor dog, out there for weeks waiting on a sad excuse for a human being that wasn’t ever coming back. So good of you to make sure this dog didn’t die out there, and has a good home now. What a sad sad story though, with a fairytale ending 🙂
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What a lucky dog you are to be rescued by the Browns. I’m glad you enjoy working on the farm but then that is what Border Collies are bread for, so I guess it comes naturally for you.
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What a beautiful dog! How could anybody dump such an animal? Poor loyal, lovely creature. So glad Fuzzy found a good home with you.
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That was sad… then happy (o: I lived in a tiny town in the sticks when I was growing uo…surrounded by fields. It was the ideal place for people to drop off dogs or puppies. We always had dogs and they usually just walked up to the house and became our dog.
Like the cow post too. I can imagine what it is like to hear the calf bawling loudly all day and night. Not good.
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We found a really nice Australian Sheperd cross who had been dumped on the interstate highway. He was scared to death and we had quite the time convincing him he needed to get in our car and come home with us. ‘Bob’ has been with us for about six months now. It is such a cruel thing to do to a dog. I wish people would take them to the Humane Society or a rescue group and not place them in danger.
Good For You for rescuing your farm dog. Bob fit in our place quite nicely too.
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Good dog! Great photos and I enjoyed reading about and meeting FuzzyDoodle.
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Oh I love this doggy. He had a bad start but living on your farm looks like the best thing that could happen to him.
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How sad – people can be so cruel! But Fuzzy got a great home, and is doing a great job!
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Sounds like Fuzzy landed in a very good place indeed. And is one very cute dog!
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Sweet looking Fuzzy! I, too, have a rescue dog. I named her Lucky as she was about to be put down and I fell in love with her in her little cage and took her home. She’s a black lab mix and too cute. I know Linda and Terry are glad to have you keep them company. Do tell us some more stories sometime!
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Fuzzy..You have a great home now..I can’t wait for more of your stories:)
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Fuzzy is such a good dog and he really did find a wonderful home… Just so you know, Zooker misses Grandma too…. I think when he goes outside, he is trying to figure out which way it is to Grammy’s house…
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I’ll never, ever, never understand abandoning a pet in such a heartless fashion. There are sooo many humane ways to find a new home for an animal, especially one as special as you! How wonderful that you found a new, loving home where you could play, work, and receive lots of love (and roast beef!). 🙂
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Hey Fuzzy! You have a awesome family and home. I know you are one happy doggy being spoiled with lots of love. Rusty has to say hi
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Hi there, Absolutely loved this post-love dogs so much and this is such a touching story! We’ve always had rescue dogs and plan to continue.
Thanks for sharing Fuzzy with us. Have a wonderful warm week.
Noreen
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Awww, are you the resident stray saver? What a sad but sweet tail. One mans trash is another (wo)mans treasure!
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Hi Fuzzy :-). We’ll be looking forward to many more stories from you!
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Fuzzy, you are one lucky dog! Looks like you’ve had a wonderful place to live and wonderful family that loves you! So much better than the one who left you on the side of the road! Looking forward to hearing more of your tails!
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