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…