BEAUTIFUL DAYS @ THE FARMDana Adobe Heritage Day
May 17th 2008
Historic reenacment day.
firm farm rule: need 3 dogs... 1 to go and 2 to stay and keep others company. We have 2 dogs and are
looking for a skipperkee bitch. Hard to find breeders in the west. Great small companion, sharp like a german shepard, smaller, transportable, great lapp warmer, foot warmer. Skipperkes are bred for barge work in belguim. good ratters very active, alert and likes to position under furniture so they stay near but outta the way and are great dust bunnies eradicator. also catches flies. Our farm will be breeding for companion dogs that will be great company to boomers.
Never alone with a skipperkee. Big dog in a little body.
CG unsettled and appreciate da thot. gettin our next biz going is happening and distractions would b difficult at the monemt. Life gets stranger and str...... no time to play
DANA adobe nieghbors are getting a lot of $ and press.
best wishes
The House Dog's Grave
by Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962)
I've changed my ways a little; I cannot nowRun with you in the evenings along the shore,
Except in a kind of dream; and you,
If you dream a moment,
You see me there.
So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door
Where I used to scratch to go out or in,
And you'd soon open; leave on the kitchen floor
The marks of my drinking-pan.
I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do
On the warm stone,
Nor at the foot of your bed; no,
All the nights through I lie alone.
But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet
Outside your window where firelight so often plays,
And where you sit to read‚
And I fear often grieving for me‚
Every night your lamplight lies on my place.
You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard
To think of you ever dying.
A little dog would get tired, living so long.
I hope that when you are lying
Under the ground like me your lives will appear
As good and joyful as mine.
No, dears, that's too much hope:
You are not so well cared for as I have been.
And never have known the passionate undivided
Fidelities that I knew.
Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided...
But to me you were true.
You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend.
I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures
To the end and far past the end. If this is my end,
I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.
