10/27/2021
Yesterday I said goodbye to Snickers, the dog of my childhood. She was an incredible dog. Intelligent, happy, joyful and energetic.
One of the best farm dogs we’ve ever had, if not the best.
In 2005 we adopted Snickers from the animal shelter when she was about 4 months old. A fuzzy, black and white mutt full of personality.
We never trained her to work the cows with us. But she would watch what we did and would line up in our ranks to help move the cows down to the bottom fields. She would wing the four-wheeler and help get the stray cows back into the herd. And boy could this dog run. She was built for speed. Sometimes it almost seemed she could fly. She caught a wild turkey for us one year, and it made some good eating. She loved to sit on chairs like a person with her paws crossed all proper-like. She liked to take rides on four-wheelers and trucks. She loved to give hugs, play in the creek, roll in the grass and snow. She was pretty much ready for anything adventurous. She loved boating down the creek with us and even rode in our snow sleds down the pastur hills with us.
Her favorite thing to do above all was be with her people (she even figured out how to open the house door so she could come in and hang with us).
She was the last animal alive to have known my mom, which has made this especially hard. Snickers has seen our family through thick in thin the past 16 years.
It's so strange having the shoe-room empty. I’m so used to having her there sleeping or looking in on us. The farm won't be the same without you, my little Snickerdoodle. Have fun playing and flying up there with mom in glory land.