Old Timer

Since we've moved onto the farm we've inherited a few things, and this ol' guy is one of 'em.

His name is Keeper, and evidently he is one. My father-in-law first owned his brother, Wolf, who was sort of a wild child and lived up to his name, and eventually met his early demise underneath a grain truck. Through fate, a friend had Keeper and needed to find a new home for him, and he came to live on the farm.

I feel sort of like he's the guardian of the place. This makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, because he is almost completely deaf and usually doesn't know people are there until well after they have arrived. However, like the old farmers around here, he carries with him an air of wisdom.

I find this comforting and disconcerting at the same time. Yes, he's wise. But I swear that when he looks at me he's thinking, "Do you really know what you're doing around here? That's not the way we used to do it."

But like a sweet old man, he has patience with us while we slowly figure things out. He's a sweet ol' guy.

Comments

[Tauna]

So cute. I love the look of your surroundings. Hope you are settled in.