Pets are a Part of growing Up

A lot has happened since my last blog. Sometimes are age catches up with us and although the spirit is willing the body doesn't always cooperate. I spent a lot of time going to the Doctor and just not feeling up to writing a blog. Then after growling and grumbling about my slow computer and getting kicked off everytime I tried to open my E-Mail I went to another provider and my computer was down for awhile. Now I think everything is up and running and a dear friend finally got my Blog sight back after it disappeared in space. Oh for the good old days of yesterday. That is what I have been writing about anyway! I want to tell you about some special pets we had on the farm as I was growing up.The first pet that was very special to my siblings and me,. was a pretty little collie that came to our door one day and we fell in love with her. We named her Trixie. We always had to go find the cows when it was time to milk. She always went along and was soon making sure those cows went directly to the barn to be milked. It wasn't long until she listened for the sound of my Dad's car coming from work and by the time my Dad arrived she would have those cows waiting to be milked. She was our Angel as she got those smelly cows rain or shine.