Due to ‘circumstances beyond my control’ I am, beginning about a month ago, the sole caregiver for a wonderful dog.
Lucille is a mix of Irish Setter and Poodle. She is 10 years old (and we’ve been together since she was a puppy).
She is beautiful…with a lovely personality….a great companion.
I’ve been bringing her to the office …which she seems to enjoy…as she continues to make new friends.
She has been a wonderful gift…and a privilege to care for her.
When you search Google for livestock a definition pops up:
farm animals regarded as an asset
I grew up on the edge of farm country in Kentucky. I was a city kid (mostly) but spent time with dogs and farm animals as a child.
…never as a child did I see a farm animal as a commodity. Food, yes. Financially valuable, yes.
But not a commodity.
Did not matter if it was the goofy chicken or the super smart herding dog, they were our companions.
My great grandfather on mother’s side and my grandfather had a large truck farm – with pigs and chickens. They slaughtered animals with names and personalities…and prayed the Bible at dinner to mourn the dead and give gratitude for the food.
It was simple, small, dignified, and lovely.
Just like Lucille.