23/02/2025
The Story of Alfie the Welsh Farm dog, and his journey into the family home, has been rapid and heart-warming. In February of this year, Alfie was still roaming the farm and sleeping out of doors, wherever he chose to be. He's a huge Golden Retriever, unusual in itself for a farm dog (mostly collie's of course) but had the unique position of being the farm's stud, and many of the farm dogs, are crossed with Alfie's genes. When I first met him, covered in mud and approaching me, I did wonder for my clothes, but soon discovered he was the most laid back dog I had ever met and he simply came up to me with a gentle smile and waited to be petted, if I felt so inclined. Even that didn't seem to bother him either way. On remarking about his laid back behaviour, and inquiring why he was the only dog free to roam and not in the kennels with the rest, I was told that after multiple break outs, there was nothing more that could be done but to let him roam free. His teeth had all been destroyed, after so many desperate attempts to gain his freedom and no matter the fortifications, he ended up breaking through. So, what else could they do? Alfie roaming free, was a last resort, which turned out to do no harm at all. He was hardly a sheep killer, (his gums could hardly inflict much damage even if he'd tried). However, since the kitchen extension and snug area, with utility room and out house were completed, Alfie had taken to sleeping in the out house. The mat came first, as you can see in photo one and this was when I first looked after Ruby (cute red head pup/cockapoo who was the first house dog the farm had had, much to the disgust of Dewi, sixth generation farmer on the land, whom my Niece had married into). It was my Niece and her children that were keen to have Ruby. So, Ruby was in doors, Alfie was out, and that was the way it was going to be. So what happened? I'll show the photos in order of the decline (Dewi I'm sure would put it that way, though Alfie would use the word miraculous, deliriously happy ascendency to cosy in door life). In just a few weeks, Alfie has been bathed, given an indoor coat to mitigate the farm mud, allowed to stay overnight with Ruby, free to lounge on any rug he fancies, and last but not least, has now finally been allowed on the Sofa!!!!! Just look at his face!!! how did it happen?! Well, any dog lover of domestic pets, will understand fully, but poor Dewi? I can only imagine that Alfie's in door dog coat and his time on the sofa, is a carefully guarded secret that only the Niece and every other family member knows, but him?!!....