Rolling Dog Farm Blog

At midnight last night, Gale's caravan of Rolling Dog Ranch animals arrived … all safe and sound.  By the time we got everyone unloaded, let them wander around in the dog yards for a potty break, and then put them up for the night, it was close to 2 a.m. before I finally got to bed.  As I write this, about 9 a.m. the next morning, you can see who's still sleeping in … that's blind Helen and blind and deaf Spinner in the dog wing. 

The most joyous greeting I received last night was from Spinner.  As soon as she smelled me, she literally leaped into my arms and kissed and kissed me.  It was so incredibly endearing.  Bless her heart, to not be able to see or hear your person but to know him by smell, and for that flash of recognition — "Oh, it's him!" — to tell you everything is going to be alright in your world again … well, I knew what was going through her head. 

Here are some more scenes from this morning … blind Dusty on the porch of the "people wing" (why are dogs already taking over the "people wing"?): 

Yes, over in the corner there you see blind Molly and Priscilla:

And in the back of the house, here are some more of the newly built dog yards:

The old tottering split rail fence you see behind the dog yards will be coming down.  That's Travis, Cedar and Patti in the yard nearest the camera.  There are four yards total here in the back, and one in the front of the house.  The fences are five feet (1.5 m) high, with the exception of one yard that has 6-foot (1.8 m) fencing.  I'm waiting to see how our veteran escape artist Travis does with a 5-foot high fence first, but that 6-foot high yard has his name on it. 

It's going to take me quite a while to get a routine established here and figure out the best who-goes-where solution, so this morning's "configuration" was just a starting point.  But everyone was delighted to be outside on that lush grass, enjoying a beautiful spring morning.

No one is happier than this little guy, Bailey, sitting in his patch of clover:

(Actually, come to think of it, a horse would be happier to be in that patch of clover.)

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Yes, the cats made it as well — photos later! — and Margaret and her sister Daisy are on their way, too.  The horses will be here next week.

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