Free Dogs Are Never Free
Well if you’ve been following the farm’s Facebook page or read the blog regularly, you know that our beloved hound dog and Maybelle’s best pal, Goober, recently went in for some surgery, as the vet suspected it might be the big C. Well, thank goodness for an astute vet, as it was cancer. But the great news for us, and for dear old Goobs, is that our wonderful vet got all of the cancer. And as far as cancers go, it’s not a terrible one, if such a thing exists. It doesn’t metastasize, so really our job is to watch for more lumps and bumps and get them removed when and where needed. (We love our vet, but I’m pretty sure he loves us, too. Wink. Wink.)
This all all leads me to a running joke we have here at the farm, free dogs are never free. You see dear old Goobs showed up at the farm three years ago now (you can read about his adventure here), and it was love at first site. That poor pooch was not going anywhere, as he had found his furever home, and both he and I knew it, and we’ve been a bonded pair ever since.
However, in his short time with us, he’s had three surgeries for various lumps and bumps (this is the first cancer, though), and when he showed up he was also heart worm positive, so we had that treated and cured as well. Can you say cha-ching? Goober hit the jackpot, and we had to hit our savings account.
However, in the case of rescue puppies (and cats, and horses, and donkeys), I wouldn’t take a million bucks for any of them. You see most of the critters here on the farm are rescues of one sort of another. Most of our horses are American mustangs, born in the wild and adopted from the Bureau of Land Management. The cats all just had a way of showing up in our lives; in fact, I’ve never ever gone looking for a cat. The donkeys were a gift from some dear friends, and the most of the pups are rescues. It seems we’ve all just found our way to each other.
Speaking of finding their way to us, several of our friends have hypothesized that the animal kingdom has put out a sort of signal that the farm is a safe place to turn up. No matter domestic or wild, you’ll find grub, water, and love. Our vet likes to joke that if he knew our real address, we’d have even more. (Thank goodness for a post office box!)
But I think the real culprit for our population are some very special friends. Before we moved to the farm we had a sweet pooch named Petey, who we affectionately called Needy Petey. While I loved that little guy, he had some issues. He had come from abuse and while he had lots of love to give, his behavior could be a bit quirky to say the least. In fact, he used to love to mark his spot, which often meant whizzing on his sisters. Poor soul just could not aim. Friends used to tell me all the time, “He’s sweet, but I wouldn’t keep him.” Clearly, I’m going to need to write about Petey someday. I digress …
Petey has since passed over the rainbow bridge, and I firmly believe he and all of our fur-children who have passed before and after him continue to guide new “kids” into our life. It seems the ones who alway need us most and who are the perfect fit for us find us, and in return we find ourselves needing them right back. (Check out our Meet the Farm page to see our rainbow bridge fur-kids.)
So while free dogs are never really free, no fur-kid ever is, and that is okay. What they give back to us is more than we could ever repay them. They make our lives full, and for me, in many ways, they make me who I am. For that, I am eternally grateful.
P.S. – If you are looking for a pet to add to your family, please make sure to check out your local shelters. You could find your million-dollar pal.