At almost 2 years old, Roux is in height of her adolescence. She has so much energy, all the time, if we could figure out how to get her to help harvest or do farm chores we’d be set.
I can’t imagine her being confined to a fenced in yard, or in a city with buildings so tall the streets are permanently shaded. She’s a farm dog. She’s made to run, made to roam, made to nap in the sun and chase things. She didn't start off as a farm dog though; she started off as a mystery: found in a box and dropped on someone’s doorstep with the rest of her litter. We saw her at an adoption event, the kind that you lie to yourself when you go, saying you’re just going to look and inevitably come home with a puppy because c’mon - the only thing cuter than one puppy is a whole parking lot full of puppies.
When we pulled up to the adoption event, we looked at eachother and agreed we were just going to look. We didn’t even make a full lap around the place, we saw Roux and her brothers, all piled ontop of eachother, and that was it. We signed the papers, paid the fee, got her shots and were off.
She took to farm life fast. All she had known for the first weeks of her life were boarders - fences, crates, boxes - and suddenly she was free. Free to run, dig, chase and explore; free to be a dog, and a happy dog at that.
Watching Roux on the farm, I finally understand why parents tell kids ‘the dog went off to a farm’ when the dogs die - farms are dog heaven.
In my next life I want to come back as a farm dog.
Napping in sunspots all around the farm, on top of row cover or in the shade of the towering tomatoes. There’s smelly compost you can eat and roll in (the stinkier the better). Plenty of animals to chase after - geese, jack rabbits - and a few you might actually catch - field mice and rats; all the gophers you can eat, not to mention fruits and vegetables - Roux is partial to watermelon rinds and broccoli stems.
Rescue dogs are a funny thing, to many people they have a bad reputation because there’s no way of knowing what they were subjected to before, what tramas they may have endured, where their scars are from. While Roux has her moments of disobedience and she can test boundaries, she is a teenager after all, shes so much more than just a dog on the farm. She can tell what moods we’re in, when we’re happy, sad, when we need some kisses or when we need to scratch her butt.
Watching her with August has been incredible. She runs over to him when he cries, takes part in tummy time, sneaks in kisses whenever and wherever she can, and he is just as smitten with her. Roux is the cure to the pre-nap tantrums, to the restlessness. August will sit still, a rare occurrence these days, and just watch her chew on a bone or chase a ball. He’s started laying on her and reaching to pet her when he sees her. They’re friendship is only going to grow stronger and more hilarious - there’s nothing really like the relationship between a kid and their dog.
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