Marveltone
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- Somewhere north of Roseau, MN
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- Fordson Major Diesel, McCormick Deering W4, Ford 1510, John Deere L111
Okay, it's been almost a year since we moved on the farm. Isn't it about time we get a dog? m$y wife and I have been mulling over this question for the better part of the year and finally decided to do something about it. We've decided on a Great Pyrenees. Besides being beautiful animals, they can provide a certain degree of protection to humans and critters alike. But where to get one in northern Minnesota?
Enter Serendipity Farms.
I saw an add on Craig's List for Pyr puppies for $500 each. I had my wife make the first contact while I was at work. As it happens, about half a state away, (and this is a rather large state) is a small hobby farm called Serendipity Farms. They breed Great Pyrenees in a loving farm setting, complete with kids and critters. No puppy farm, no retail outlet, just a bunch of happy animals with a bunch of kids loving them all. Everything's legit. The dogs all have their papers, they've all been checked out by the vet and had the full regimen of everything they should at their age, and we get a full "puppy kit" with the papers, medications and lots of hints and tips for happy, healthy puppies.
Enough of that, let's get to the dogs. The owner of the farm had been telling us how excited she was about this particular litter. She had sold many puppies before, but there was something special about this litter. Both parents were livestock guardians. No show blood here, just good, honest working dogs. The dispositions were incredibly calm and the eyes were sharp and bright. We went to the pen where the 3 month old puppies were all being held for our perusal. I refused to pick one out, but rather, waited for one to choose me. One of the larger females made her way to my end of the pen and gave a cursory sniff, wag and lick. she ambled off, a few others came and went, but she kept coming back and eventually stayed at my feet, rolled over on her back and waited for a belly rub. "I think this is the one."
My wife, meanwhile had been completely enamored with the runt of the bunch, exclaiming what a little sweetheart she was. I reminded her that this "little sweetheart" would grow into something very large. She reminded me how I was in charge of picking the livestock guardian so she was allowed to pick a house dog. (Yes, the pampered family pet.)
"We'll take two."
They were absolute delights on the long drive home. No fussing or whimpering. They relieved themselves when we stopped for breaks and gathered attention wherever we went. We've decided to name the larger one Freyja and her sister Mina. I hav two pics at the moment. The first one is me and my daughter, stopping for ice cream on the way home from the kennel, and the second one is close-up of the two little ladies.
The cat may never forgive us!
Joe
Enter Serendipity Farms.
I saw an add on Craig's List for Pyr puppies for $500 each. I had my wife make the first contact while I was at work. As it happens, about half a state away, (and this is a rather large state) is a small hobby farm called Serendipity Farms. They breed Great Pyrenees in a loving farm setting, complete with kids and critters. No puppy farm, no retail outlet, just a bunch of happy animals with a bunch of kids loving them all. Everything's legit. The dogs all have their papers, they've all been checked out by the vet and had the full regimen of everything they should at their age, and we get a full "puppy kit" with the papers, medications and lots of hints and tips for happy, healthy puppies.
Enough of that, let's get to the dogs. The owner of the farm had been telling us how excited she was about this particular litter. She had sold many puppies before, but there was something special about this litter. Both parents were livestock guardians. No show blood here, just good, honest working dogs. The dispositions were incredibly calm and the eyes were sharp and bright. We went to the pen where the 3 month old puppies were all being held for our perusal. I refused to pick one out, but rather, waited for one to choose me. One of the larger females made her way to my end of the pen and gave a cursory sniff, wag and lick. she ambled off, a few others came and went, but she kept coming back and eventually stayed at my feet, rolled over on her back and waited for a belly rub. "I think this is the one."
My wife, meanwhile had been completely enamored with the runt of the bunch, exclaiming what a little sweetheart she was. I reminded her that this "little sweetheart" would grow into something very large. She reminded me how I was in charge of picking the livestock guardian so she was allowed to pick a house dog. (Yes, the pampered family pet.)
"We'll take two."
They were absolute delights on the long drive home. No fussing or whimpering. They relieved themselves when we stopped for breaks and gathered attention wherever we went. We've decided to name the larger one Freyja and her sister Mina. I hav two pics at the moment. The first one is me and my daughter, stopping for ice cream on the way home from the kennel, and the second one is close-up of the two little ladies.
The cat may never forgive us!
Joe
