Over the Rainbow

Over the Rainbow

“When you get a puppy, nobody tells you about that day,” my daughter said, petting her beloved English Shepherd, as we reminisced about the dog that had “raised” my girls. Almost sixteen years before, our tri-color puppy flew from Arkansas to our farm in Virginia....
Bummer Lamb

Bummer Lamb

One Saturday before Easter, my husband heard baby lambs mewing in the corner of our barn. Their first-time mother accepted one but not the other twin. Perhaps it was because the second appeared premature, its eyes unopened, its mouth too weak to suckle. He was a...