Walking the Hedge

I am going back to school in the spring to start my path to owning a kennel or doggy day care or animal hospice. This last year living in the city with Bren has been a big change from the previous few years living on the farm and working with animals and in rescue. I was digging through old emails looking for something else when I found an email in which I described what it is like to be on a homestead, caring for animals who often had been abused.

It’s a 24-hour job, you have to get up at night or at sunrise or both.

It doesn’t matter if it rains or is 40 below; you still have to do the rounds.

It’s the fact that you can’t just take off camping on the weekend spontaneously, you have to find someone to watch the dogs and trust me, its easier to find a babysitter than a farm sitter.

Its being woken up by barking dogs every morning.

Its skipping meals to make the time to feed animals.

Its blisters and calluses and dirt under the fingernails.

It’s dashing out of the shower to check on barking dogs, every time… Continue reading →