The word “cowdog” did not exist in the English language until after the trail driving period of 1870 and the 1880s.

Today people understand that we dogs are important to help out on the farm and the ranch.

I was raised to be a help on the ranch.  For five years I lived with a wonderful old man, we were great friends and partners.  Then one day he passed on over the rainbow road and his kids didn’t want me.  They took me out to the country and dumped me out on the road.

I waited for days and days and days right at the spot they dumped me out.  Mom and Misty would try and try and try to get me to come to them, but I waited to have my people come pick me back up.

Finally I got too hungry…I was a bone, when Misty and Mom came out with ROAST BEEF…I couldn’t turn it down.

So now I’m a farm dog.

I love being a farm dog.  I still get to help out with the cows (not as many as I used to, and no horses, but that is okay.)

I still help haul hay and load hay, I help irrigate, and I go everywhere with Mom.

Now we have Boomer.

My best buddy in the whole wide world!

Boomer was a complete and total house dog.  He isn’t any more; he’s a farm dog also!

So I told you all of this to tell you… I’ve feeling really good!  My stitches are out….my scar is healing nicely and my fur is coming back!

We have another dog hanging around.  Mom is really worried about this dog…it is old, and thin, and very afraid of people.  This dog is wearing a collar so Mom is trying to catch the dog to see if she can find the people who own the dog —neighbor ???  dumped off???

And help the dog.

Boomer and I always ALERT Mom when the dog is on the property.  We sure hope to help this dog out.

I think this really old dog would love to be a Farm DOG!!!!

Fuzzy