Flies on Teddy

Teddy was one of those impulsive decisions that worked out. I was actually working on a Saturday shift with two developmentally challenged ladies the day I met Teddy. It was the early summer of 2001, and we were yard-saling (a favorite Saturday activity) when we stopped in at a farm about which I had heard near Prescott. It was a rescue mission for stray dogs.  Ian was just in the beginning stages of building our new farmhouse on our 220 acres at the end of Pettem Road. We…

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Nancy and Lucy (Oops – Lucas or Luke!)

  One lonesome kitten just doesn’t work. After the tragic death of his sister, Sweet Pea, to viral pneumonia, Munchkin needed a new pal. The terrible virus, the plague of the Smiths Cove felines apparently as it didn’t appear to be widespread elsewhere, lingered on with our poor Munchkin. Day after day — his nose was a seemingly endless fountain of thick goobers. He napped most of the day on the leg of one of our big stuffed toy bears (interestingly, the one that bore the name tag…

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