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12/10/2024

Hello Farm Friends! When I tell you every day is another adventure around here you can take that to the bank. It's a sure thing. Sunday our beloved Rump pig came home from his walk about. He probably went to stay in one of those forest Air and Bee things somewhere to get a break from the farm for a few days.

Yesterday it rained on and off all day. When I finally did make it down to feed and check on the animals, Ms. Faith was wandering around by Chicken Village. She was out on walk-about, again. Just meandering around being a cow. While I was getting a feed bucket to get her back in her pen, she wandered over by Zee-Moo the Zebu bull’s pen. He was prancing up and down the fence like Ole Fred Astaire. All he was missing was a tuxedo. He was in love with Ms. Faith. Poor ole boy didn't understand she couldn't see him doing his jig or grinning like a possum eating sweet taters. I didn't have the heart to tell the old boy.

Getting her back in the pen is a process of communication. I talk and she slowly follows me. We have a system. By now it was starting to get dark and drizzling pretty good, so I decided to go ahead and feed and fix her fence when I was done feeding. Around here we are like the post office. Neither rain, sleet nor snow will keep us from checking on the animals and feeding when possible.

If we ever missed a night, I would miss the things that truly make me happy. Like watching Mr. Drover come running for his daily peppermint, or Raven the Llama eating everyone else’s food before her own. I walk down the fence line feeding. I feed Snowball and Yorkshire Llamas first, then Ms. Raven Llama. Ms. Raven has to take a bite out of Snowball’s food and a bite out of Yorkshire’s food. Then she will go eat her own food. If I feed her first she will follow me back down the fence and still take a bite out of Snowball and Yorkshire’s food. It is so funny watching her do this.

Mr. Cedric Camel does the same thing. I feed him and then I feed his buddy Mario Goat. Cedric will walk over and take a bite out of Mario’s food first and then go eat his own food. It’s just an animal thing.

Even if it’s drizzling pretty good, we still go check on the animals. I need to put my eyes on them every day to make sure they are ok. It’s just something we do.
Ole Roy Bennett said it best, "Be the reason someone smiles. Be the reason someone feels loved. Be the reason they believe in the goodness of people".

12/09/2024

Hello Farm Friends! I was recently asked where do we get feed for all our different animals so I decided to write about it in this week’s post.

Want a good piece of advice? Go pay a visit to your local farm store, also known as the local feed store. Every county has one. Go find it. Some places call them Co-op stores. Now I’m not talking about a nationwide big box corporate chain farm store. I’m talking about your local family-owned, family run feed store in your own community. A real honest to goodness feed store where they know your name. It’s like stepping back in time as not much has changed in the last 30 years. The people have but the building and layout are the same as it was thirty years ago.

You can watch as local people stop by to specifically get feed for their animals. One fellow might be getting cow feed for his heard of cows. One lady might be getting horse feed for her 20 year old mare horse waiting at home for her. One family may be getting chicken feed for their new flock of chickens at home. One person may be getting a sack of dog food for their dogs. Whatever it is, they are there getting feed for their animals.

It's constantly busy with people coming and going. You won’t see people casually walking around the store shopping or browsing while pushing a shopping buggy around. Nope. People shopping here know what they want and are there specifically to get it. No shopping buggies here. You won’t see a lot of dilly dallying either.

Their garden sprayer might have quit, and they are there to get a replacement part. They have work to do once they get the part then off they go.

They also have dozens of bins of real garden seed. Not the kind of seeds with pictures hanging on a rack imported from China. Here seeds are the real deal. Everything from sweet corn to carrots. They will weigh it, put it in a brown paper sack for you and tape it up. If you only want a few seeds or a quarter of a pound, you can get it there.

They also have a hardware section of items like bolts and nuts. You can get a pin to put in your tractor three-point hitch or a bolt for your pruning snips.

There is also an area for real working tools. Things like shovels, rakes and post hole diggers. Need a shovel to dig your potatoes, you can get it here. If you need gloves to use the post hole digger you can get them too.

Out on the loading dock are trucks backed up waiting to get their feed and supplies loaded. You will see dollies rolling to and from moving sacks of feed and salt blocks. Every five minutes it’s like musical chairs and another new batch of trucks are backed up to the loading dock. It’s fascinating to watch the trucks coming and going.

A good feed store will also sell hay, straw, and alfalfa bales. If you need a bale of straw to keep your fur babies warm this winter, here is where you need to go get it.

You can also get everything you need to fence in your cows, goats, horses and sheep. They also sell dog houses for your furry friends.

I personally prefer Garrisons Farm & Home Center in Thorsby, Alabama for feed for Serenity Animal Farm. Why? Because this is the only place I can get everything from “A to Z” that we need. We get our feed here for everything from Alpacas to Zebras. Where else can you go to get food for Parrots, food for Tortoises, food for Kangaroos, food for Camels, food for Primates, food for Swans, food for Alpacas, food for Zebras, food for chickens, ducks and geese, and dog and cat food, all in the same place. If they don’t have it, they will order it and get it on the next delivery truck. They are also dog friendly. Look behind the counter and say hello to Ms. Tilly, their dog customer service representative, who is usually curled up in a chair.

Also, while waiting for my feed to get loaded at Garrison’s, I can enjoy a “glass” bottle of cold root beer, dr. pepper or coke from their inside drink cooler. A real glass bottle. Pour in a small bag of salted peanuts into the glass bottle of coke, and Saturday morning “country style” breakfast is served.

If you need a Christmas gift this year, shop your local, family owned, small business. Go visit your local farm and feed store and see what they have for Christmas gifts. They have something for everyone in the family.

I personally have been spying those double handled foam topped post hole diggers. They would make a perfect mother-in-law Christmas gift.

12/08/2024

RUMP the pig came home about an hour and a half ago. YE HAW, he is safe. We were headed out and he showed up walking down the county road headed to the river. I just walked him back down the road and back into his pen. Once I got him inside his pen I fed him. He sure enough was hungry. He ate three big helpings. I don't know where he's been the last 72 hours but he is home now safe and sound. I can tell you this, he hasn't been on this property because I've searched every square inch hunting him.

12/06/2024

Hello Farm Friends! Yesterday was “another one of those days”. If I didn’t have any bad luck yesterday, I wouldn’t had any luck at all. It started out with a simple drive to Birmingham to take care of a few things.

One was to get a new tire installed on the rim of our Polaris feed buggy. It has gone flat five or six times in the last few days. So much that I used a brand new pack of tire plugs on it in the last few days trying to get it to hold air. The tire had so many plugs hanging out of it, it looked like it was growing hair.

The mechanic laughed when he saw all the plugs in the tire, and it still wouldn’t hold air. Then, when he took the bad tire off the rim he really started laughing. The tire had a tube in it. So, all the tire plugs I had put in the tire were not doing any good whatsoever since the tube and not the tire was leaking.

After he mounted the new tire on the rim, he found a small crack in the rim next to the valve stem that was also leaking air. Now I need a new rim, and they are hard to find. I am dead in the water with our feed wagon down until I can find a tire rim. If you know of anyone having a used Polaris rim for a 25x10x12 tire please let us know.

While at the tire place I decided to get my truck tires rotated. When they pulled the back tires off, the insides of both rear tires had the wire core exposed, so I had to get two new back tires installed. I was wondering what else can go wrong today. If I only knew what was ahead.

As I got on the interstate to head back to the farm, I made it a couple miles before the traffic came to a standstill. It was at a dead stop due to a couple wrecks somewhere between Birmingham and Mobile that had traffic backed up.

Instead of taking 45 minutes to get home it took two and one-half hours to get home. If I was not singing along with Christmas songs on the radio while sitting in traffic, I probably would have ended up at the nervous hospital. It’s amazing how singing along with “Silent night, Holy Night” and “Jingle Bells” can keep your blood pressure down while sitting in traffic.

The delay getting home really put me several hours behind in feeding. Just my luck today, it’s on the coldest day of the year. When I got down to the feed barn produce boxes were all tumped over (tumped is a southern word). This was a red flag an animal was out. I prayed that maybe the raccoons or dogs had done this instead of an animal out.

In a minute or two Ms. Faith, the blind cow walked up to say hello. Huckleberry. I petted her and grabbed a feed bucket and slowly walked her back to her pen. As I walked up to her pen I noticed all three of her water troughs were turned over. I had just filled them yesterday. Huckleberry. Then it dawned on me, Ms. Faith did not do this. I hollered R-U-M-P pig as loud as I could as I headed to his pen. Huckleberry, he was gone, again. I walked around the pen and found a panel disintegrated where Rump pig had gotten into Ms. Faith’s pen. Then I found another panel tore slap up where Rump pig had gotten out of her pen. Rump pig had also moved a steel feed trough and broke the bottom rail on his gate. Pigs are like miniature sumo-wrestlers and their noses are as strong as a bull moose. I think a pig could flip the farm truck if he could get his nose under it.

It took an hour in the bone chilling cold to fix the two fences with new panels. I noticed I did not see the four donkeys that were in the pen with Ms. Faith. They were out somewhere on walkabout.

Since all Ms. Faiths water troughs were empty I had to hook the water hoses back up, which I didn’t want to do in this freezing weather, to get her some water. Afterward I had to drain the hoses again so they didn’t freeze since it was getting down in the mid 20’s tonight.

With this done I finally started feeding. By now it had gotten colder and was slap dark outside with lots of beautiful stars up in the sky. Down by the Llamas I found the donkeys hanging out. I think they were having a union meeting with the Llamas. All it took was a shaking feed bucket and they followed me back down to their pen.

By the time I got done feeding and checked on all the heaters, it was around 10 pm and I was about froze solid but everyone got fed. I skedaddled to the house as fast as I could to get warm.

As I was fixing Ms. Winnie, the Coatimundi’s dinner, I was adding some oral prescription medicine to her food. About the time I stuck the syringe in the bottle to pull up a “cc”, Angel dog came running up and jumped up on me. When her paws hit me on my side, the bottle fell out of my hand, hitting the counter and falling to the floor. I quickly leapt on it and snatched it up leaving a puddle of medicine on the floor. Then it took ten minutes trying to save every drop of medicine that spilled. I used a squeegee and a syringe to get it up and saved 99 % of what spilled. At $82.00 a bottle I wasn’t about to lose a single drop if I could help it.

I never did find Rump pig. So, if you see Rump pig wandering around Clanton hunting a meal, please give me a call and I’ll come get him. I heard they opened a new restaurant in town that serves Acai bowls and Boba called Wild Moon. I may call them and ask them to be on the lookout for Rump the pig since he is always hunting something good to eat.

For me, I’m exhausted and my fingers are still cold. I’m getting too old to chase a pig every few days. I think I’m going to stay in bed in the morning.

As I laid in bed trying to get warm, the parrot was jabbering. I wondered if the first person in the world that ever heard a parrot talk ended up in the nervous hospital. Just curious.

12/04/2024

Hello Farm Friends! Whew – can you say c-o-l-d? I can, and cold is not my friend on the farm. Not one bit and it sure has been cold this week here in the deep south.

Just keeping the animals warm and comfortable is a job in itself. I spent an entire day putting out hay bedding in all the animal houses so they can stay warm at night. It takes about 20 bales to do all the animal houses we have. The problem is it has to be redone every few days. Why you ask? First, animals eat hay. So that ole goat ends up eating his bedding slap up instead of laying in it. So, at night when the temps drop into the 30’s he’s standing there giving me the snake eye because he has no bedding left in his pen. When it comes to the pigs, they climb in and out of their houses all day and spread their bedding all over their pens. What they don’t displace, they eat it up. Yes, pigs eat hay. We have one big Red Wattle Pig named Arnold, who can eat half a bale of hay a day. He just gobbles hay up like its cotton candy on a stick.

We also currently have all the heaters and heat lamps running wide open in all the reptile buildings. The optimal temperature is keeping the buildings a comfortable 80 to 85 degrees all the time. There is one big sulcata tortoise named Domino, who comes out of his house every single day. The rest of the tortoises won’t leave the warmth of their buildings on these colder days. I don’t care if the temperature is 40 degrees outside, Mr. Domino has to come out and see what’s going on outside and walk around. We have to put him back inside his heated house every single day. On really cold days, sometimes two to three times a day. We could secure his door shut, but I don’t want to do that just yet. If he wants to come outside and walk around for a little bit in the cold weather, we will let him because it won’t be long before all the doors will be secured for the rest of winter anyway.

Then there is crazy Barney the Duck. Mr. Barney absolutely does not like cold weather. He will stand at chicken village yelling at me until I go get him and take him to the house for the evening. He loves being inside the warm house. Once inside, he waddles around until he finds just the right spot, then he will lay down and curl up. He falls right to sleep and does not move all night. When I go outside in the morning Barney the Duck plays opossum. He knows I am going to take him back outside to chicken village. He will lay there and pretend he’s invisible and I don’t see him. He plays dead. He won’t even open an eye or twitch a feather praying I will forget him and leave him inside. I hate to pop his bubble but that’s not going to ever happen.

Something else we have learned is when we bring the small tortoises inside the house during cold weather, don’t put them in a round plastic swimming pool. Why? They will walk around the edge of the pool. Round and round all night. Their claws scraping around the plastic pool edges while they walk in a circle make a scraping noise similar to finger nails scraping on a chalk board. It’s hard to sleep with finger nails scraping on a chalk board. Even Cooper the big parrot is bothered by the noise. Every now and then he will holler “Shut Up” at the top of his lungs. So, to remedy this noise we have built square enclosures. When the tortoise walks up to a square enclosure corner, they will stop. Then they usually stay there pressed against the corner and go to sleep.

It's literally a miracle we get any sleep at all during the night around here. It is literally a real "animal house". With the parrot talking half the night, the nocturnal hedgehog digging to China in his pen, the coatimundi drinking water and walking around half the night, Samantha the bigger tortoise walking around house, and the pack of hound dogs outside on the porch howling at the moon or barking at any noise they hear in the woods. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

In retrospect, every one of us (on average) only gets to spend 75 to 80 winters during our lifetime. I’ve already experienced over half of my winters and have enjoyed every single one. So, make the best of them that you can. Dress warm and enjoy them. Also, please keep your animal friends warm on these cold days. Remember, if you’re cold they are too, so do something about it. Spring will be here before you know it. Only 18 days until it starts getting lighter each day. Winter Solstice is on Saturday, December 21, 2024 this year. Please enjoy a few animal pictures taken during the last few days.

12/02/2024

Hello Farm Friends! Just when you think you've heard it all, along comes another Serenity Animal Farm adventure.

Ms. Winnie, a Coatimundi, is under the weather. She is suffering a few abnormalities that require a veterinarian's assistance. Our wonderful exotic animal veterinarian Dr. Marie called checking in on Ms. Winnie. This is the sign of a good caring veterinarian when they call you to check on a sick animal.

After the update she said I need to call you in a prescription for her. She asks, "what pharmacy do you use?" I replied "huh". She says "our office is closed today so I'm going to call it in to your pharmacy". I said "ok, I use Walgreen's for prescriptions". Never in my wide world of animals has a veterinarian ever called in a prescription for an animal to my pharmacy. It's a first for us on the farm. Usually, animal prescriptions are dispensed at the veterinarian’s office or off their mobile truck.

A few hours later I talked to the Walgreen’s pharmacist. She never heard of a coatimundi, so she put down a “raccoon” instead. Besides, it’s easier to spell. First, she had a series of questions for me, like what is Ms. Winnie's date of birth, her age, her address, and is she allergic to anything. Huh, allergic? I don’t know. She doesn’t like figs, but I don’t know if she’s allergic to them. Address? Oh, the same as mine. As far as I know she never received any mail there, but my address will do. Afterward, she said she had enough information to fill the prescription, and it will be ready for pick-up shortly.

Later that day I went inside Walgreens to pick up the prescription instead of the drive thru. I figured this would be easier than talking through a window speaker. While waiting in line, the man in front of me did not know his address or telephone number. I thought this was odd and it took a few minutes for him looking on his phone before he could match what was on file so he could get his prescription.

When I finally got to the clerk, I said “that was odd, that chap not knowing his address or phone number”. She said, "it's been one of those days". She asked me my name, and what is my date of birth. I gave her my name and date of birth. I explained the prescription is not for me, it's for a Ms. Winnie. She said Ms. Winnie is not listed on your insurance. I said yes, I know that. She doesn't have BCBS insurance, and I will pay for it myself. She asked me Winnie's date of birth and address. She was having trouble finding it in the computer. I said look under “Winnie the raccoon”. She looked straight at me and said, “Huh, a raccoon”. The clerk thought I was loco asking her to look up a prescription for a raccoon. I think she had visions of me standing there in a straight-jacket on my way to the nervous hospital. I asked her to please ask the pharmacist about it, that I talked to her on the telephone earlier. Then she started laughing and went to ask the pharmacist about it. The pharmacist started laughing and told her where to find it on the computer. Everyone was laughing so hard about filling a prescription for a raccoon. This really made the clerks day. She kept saying “a raccoon prescription". I finally told her it's really a Coatimundi. This just confused everyone, so I just said raccoon was easier to use.

After I paid for the prescription and walked away, I could still hear them laughing in the background. Their laugh was contagious because I couldn’t help but laugh myself as I walked away. I heard the lady that was standing in line behind me ask the clerk, “Did he really just pick up a prescription for a raccoon or was that his last name". The clerk couldn’t help but laugh again out loud. She just thought she was having one of those days until I walked up to the counter.

I always find beautiful memories in our farm adventures, for each one shows something wonderful in the world that was not there before the adventure.

Remember to always be kind to everyone and everything because kindness is a gift everyone can afford to give. Mark Twain said it best, “Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see”.

11/28/2024

Hello Farm Friends! Another Thanksgiving, a time we reminisce about what we are thankful for in our lives. I have so much in my life to be thankful for I could write a novel. I may march to a different drummer, but I truly savor every farm adventure I’ve ever been in and am so grateful for having this amazing opportunity in life.

I’m overwhelmingly thankful for all our farm friends, farm volunteers and farm helpers. I’m thankful for everyone that works behind the scenes helping and truly caring for animals and their wellbeing. I’m thankful for the people who are still here with me in my life. Sadly, the list gets shorter every year.

I’m thankful I got to know the people who are no longer with us anymore. I will always miss them and they will always have a place in my heart and a seat at my table. I’m thankful for every animal that has found its way to the farm and experienced life with us. I’ve truly loved every single one of them. They are what its all about.

Every day on the farm is a blessing and it’s own thanksgiving in itself, as I’m always grateful for each and every day.

May the chairs around your table this Thanksgiving be filled with those you love.

Happy Thanksgiving from all of us here at Serenity Animal Farm.

11/27/2024

Hello Farm Friends! Ever have one of those days? I seem to have had one of those days that seems to have been on going since 2019.

Recently I picked up almost a ton, literally around 2000 lbs, of green beans. Yup, those long green stringy things. They were in 50-75 pound plastic bags.

First it started when trying to feed them. The bags kept breaking and pouring bean juice all down the front of me when I tried to lift them and pour in a food trough. I also spent a lot of time with a rake and shovel raking up spilled green beans and putting in buckets.

Green beans were fed to the goats, sheep, zebra, camel, alpacas, llamas, cows, yaks, Watusis, pigs, and chickens. It only took me two and a half hours to feed a ton of green beans. You get green beans, and you get green beans and you get green beans…..everyone gets green beans today.

Some animals like the goats said, “Ummm we don’t care for green beans”. I told them this is all you get for supper so either eat them or don’t, but you are not getting anything else today”. They just gave me the snake eye but reluctantly started eating them.

As I came back down the road to get another load of beans, ole Rump the big pig was AWOL again on walk about. He was just trotting down the road. I almost swallowed my tongue when I saw him. That ole pig has aged me ten years just trying to keep him in a pen in the last few weeks. The main problem is not him wandering the farm or running off. The main problem is him wanting to become an MMA fighter and trying to win a championship belt.

See male animals don’t have any sense whatsoever when they stumble upon another male of the same species. They all want to throw down and start a fight. Goats fight, sheep fight, cows fight and pig’s fight. The pigs are the most dangerous. They become obsessed with trying to win and you better not get in their way.

Rump trotted alongside Wilbur the big pig’s pen, walking as carefree as a lark. Mr. Wilbur must have called Rump a yellow-bellied sap sucker or something like that because Rump turned and was in Wilbur’s face in a split second. Before you could knock three times on the ceiling it was on. They stood there snapping at each other on different sides of the fence. Both calling each other bad names. I tried to get Rump to move on but he was not having any of it. I grabbed the rake and tried to shoo him away. When that didn’t work I wapped him real good on the snout with it. That made him turn tail and run. Luckily, we got him in a nearby pen. Whew, another disaster averted. Of course, Wilbur had to keep yelling at Rump, calling him bad names, just to keep him riled up. Rump was worked up into a froth.

Another problem we face with these big pigs like Rump, is you can’t ever feed them enough. Rump could get a 55-gallon drum of food a day and he would still be hungry. I’m glad he never learned how to climb, or he would shimmy up and over the fence every day to find something else to eat.

We spent the next few hours updating the new pen Rump was be placed in. We reinforced the fences and repaired his house. Maybe this will hold him. Cross your fingers. Afterward we moved Rump in his new pen without any problems. Food talks and big pigs walk.

Next, we went to water the Alpacas on the hill. Halfway up the hill the Polaris tire went flat. I was stranded. I walked all the way back to the feed barn and got the air tank and walked all the way back to the Polaris. Once I aired up the tire I drove to the top of the hill and watered the Alpacas. I hurried but it was not enough. The tire went flat again and the air tank was empty. I had to walk all the way to the feed barn and get the farm truck and jack to go take the tire off to be repaired. I must have run over a brier bush because the tire took 4 plugs to fix.

Once we were done feeding for the evening I sat down and read a letter we just received. It was from our farm friend Greg who lives in Birmingham. It stated how he and his wife are having health problems and cannot collect pumpkins for us this year. Last year they collected over 1,000 pumpkins for us throughout the Birmingham area. We use them as animal feed. This definitely will have an impact on us, but it will be alright. Please pray for him and his wife that they both get better. Their health and well-being means more to us than a few pumpkins.

All animals, except humans, know that the principal business of life is to simply enjoy it. Every day around here is another wonderful adventure, and we enjoy it immensely. This is what life is about. One of my favorite quotes is “Happiness can be found even in the darkest times if one remembers to turn on the light”. Our light just stays on around here.
A few pictures from this past weeks adventures.

11/26/2024

Hello Farm Friends! Well, the results are in on the new heater experiment we tried in our tortoise house.

We tried a new, state of the art smart infrared heater in one of the tortoise buildings instead of the ceramic heater we have been using for the last several years. We researched it and it was “supposed” to be more economical to operate and heat more efficiently. I was hooked on the “more economical” part. Anything to save a nickel on a power bill.

Our tortoise buildings are 12 x 8 x 8. We recently re-insulated our tortoise houses over existing insulation in preparation for winter. We wanted to get away from the ceramic heaters since they cost so much to operate. Voila, let’s try an infrared heater we thought. It was a good idea on paper.

How did that new heater work you ask? Not to good. If it was on the gong show Chuck Barris would have gonged it. Not just once, he would have knocked the bark off the gong.

When the outside temperatures recently dropped in the 30’s we finally had a chance to try it out. The infrared heater could not cut the mustard. Nope, it fell short, way short. It was set on 80 degrees, a good comfortable temperature inside a tortoise house for the winter. It could not keep the building above 59 degrees no matter how hard it tried. We got up at 2 am to check it. It was either turn the ceramic heater back on or put socks on the tortoises. We opted to turn the ceramic heater back on, since socks are hard to put on a tortoise. It only took seven minutes for the ceramic heater to raise the temperature inside the building from 59 to 80 degrees. The brand new Mr. Heater Wall Mount Infrared heater will be retired indefinitely.

So, if you happen to see me around town or at the feed store and I have an odd involuntary twitch in my left eye, it’s normal. It happens every year. It’s called “daylight savings power bill twitch.”

It’s because I’m thinking of getting those high power bills again this year during daylight savings time when the temperatures drop and we fire up our ceramic heaters. Any time during daylight savings time that we turn on the ceramic heaters, it causes my left eye to involuntarily twitch. We thought an infrared heater could remedy this medical condition this year, but it couldn’t.

I guess maybe now I need to learn how to knit. Maybe if I put a knitted hat, coat and socks on the tortoises, it will help keep them warm this winter.

On another note, our persimmons seeds showed a fork this year. In predicting the weather, this indicates a mild winter this year. I sure hope so. It might help my twitching eye a little bit. It will twitch for at least another 115 days until Spring gets here. I can’t wait.

There are a lot of Golden Rules for living and life. Things like, if you open it, close it; if you turn it on, turn it off; if you break it, admit it; if you value it, take care of it, and so on.

I think animals should be added to the list of “Golden Rules for Life”. Something like, “Treat all animals as we wish to be treated ourselves”. The basis of all animal rights should be listed as a Golden Rule. The world would be a better place if it was.

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Hello farm friends! Have you ever given your furry friend a treat and watched them trot off and bury it? One of our newest rescue dogs, Ms. Angel, has her masters degree in hiding and burying her treats. We have watched her bury dog treats, bones, pieces of bread, and even dog toys. One of our other dogs, Mr. Bear, a chocolate labrador, can set a land speed record chewing and eating a rawhide chew. There is nothing left to hide with him. If there was a dog contest on how fast a dog can chew up a rawhide and eat it, Mr. Bear would be a grand national champion. Others, like Ms. Angel, prefer to hide them instead of eating them. Have you ever wondered why some dogs do this? This behavior goes way, way, back to when dogs were actually wild. When they had extra meat they would bury the leftovers so they could come back later and have a second meal. Today's domestic dog behavior originated from their ancestors. They bury their treasures to keep them safe. Domestic dogs may bury anything they consider valuable, not just things they eat. Ms. Angel will push a plush toy under the couch cushions to safeguard it. If she catches you watching her, she will immediately remove it and go find another hiding place she thinks you don’t know about. It is hilarious watching her keeping an eye on you while hiding something. Recently we had a bag of extra large rawhide treats. Every dog got one. After lying around a few hours chewing on them, the dogs abandoned them around the yard. I think their jaws were sore from chewing on them. This is a fact. How do I know? On days they get big rawhides they don’t bark at night. That’s because they have sore jaws. Lol. Ms. Angel went around and absconded with all the abandoned rawhide treats she could find. Every time she came in the house she had someone else’s rawhide treat hanging out of her mouth. When no one was looking she hid them one by one under a chair that was covered with a blanket. After a few days, I decided to look un