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Once upon a time there was a pesky puppy. She was a Giant Puppy, only she didn’t know that. She thought she was just a puppy. A livestock guardian puppy, but just a puppy. She loved to play with the goats she was sworn to protect with her life. She loved to be with them all the time. She loved to bite their bottoms and lick them, too. She loved everything about them!

Clover, the mother goat, loved the Giant Puppy right back, but sometimes the Giant Puppy was….a bit much.
“Will you play with me, Clover?” the Giant Puppy asked.

“No,” Clover said. “I do not want to play with you, Giant Puppy. I need to nurse my babies. Go away.”
“Will you play with me?” the Giant Puppy asked Honey the buckling.



“No,” Honey said. “I do not want to play with you, Giant Puppy. I need to practice being king of the world. Go away.”
“Will you play with me?” the Giant Puppy asked Nutmeg the doeling.




“No,” Nutmeg said. “I do not want to play with you, Giant Puppy. I need to learn how to munch grass. Go away.”
The Giant Puppy went back to Clover to plead her case.



Clover sent out a memo.
To: The Management
From: Clover
Subject: GIANT PUPPYI hereby withdraw my request for round-the-clock protection. Until my babies are out of my nursery, I will require the Giant Puppy’s services only between the hours of 9 pm and 7 am. During the rest of the time, the Giant Puppy shall not enter the confines of my quarters or I will not even consider negotiations with Management regarding the touching of my udder.
I think she meant that.

And so….. Out the Giant Puppy went. She could spend the night curled up inside the dog house with her goats, but she couldn’t follow them all day and lick them and bite their bottoms and drape herself over them.

“Cloverrrrrrrr………..”

“I’ll give you all my Snausages……….”

“I need to play with you, Cloverrrrrrr…….”

“I love you, man.”
"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
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March 2010
"Lamb-y, then whammy! Get some tickets to Miami! Snow is easing, but we're still freezing. It may be spring by the astronomer, but not by the thermometer. Mighty fine, then leonine."
Saturday, Mar 20
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And so are all the other animals
Love the poem. Eric Carle is a great teller of... - kerri on Little Lamb, Little Lamb
- kerri on The Changing of the Guard
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-Kim A.
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“I want my mud puddle!”.
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Wonderful pictures.
Thanks for posting them!
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Love to Coco from your number #1 fan!
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see you should write a childrens book about your stringtown rising farm
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We all love you; does that help?
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You are too cute. Doesn’t Clover see that?
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That is so cute of her in the goat house! LOL Looks like the buckling was learning to climb on mama like Coco! Ha!
She is just the cutest thing!!! Coco says “I can’t help it I am so full of love and love everyone!”. :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen:
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with the other posters that you need to write childrens’ books as well as the story of Stringtown Farm Rising. Keep the pictures coming!
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ok, milking…I totally conquered it with my right hand…my left hand ….ummmm…no so much!!!! and my hands were so tired I swear I barely had a 1/4 of a cup in my bowl before I let my youngest nephew take over!!! Do you have a milking table??? platform with feeding box and tall stick to tie goat onto it…so handy AND so much easier on the back…my oldest nephew made it out of scrap wood. Plus, she said something about after straining the milk, put it in a GLASS jar and set it down inside ice water…has something to do with taste and preserving it….????…. did anyone mention anything like this to you??? she says the ice water and glass jar are seriously the secret to good milk (if you are planning on drinking it…it is completely lactose free milk!)she has raised goats for 30 years…..swick4osu@aol.com if you want more details.
seriously not trying to be a know it all in Oklahoma~
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I think country life suits you very well…
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Thanks for the giggles.
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Coco the Giant Puppy
and all her adventures.
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Great post, great photos!
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I LOVE TO LOOK AT DETAILS – THAT IS THE ANSWER.
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Coco could come to live at our house but our “puppy” would want to taste her too–and not in a good way. Our puppy is very spoiled. He doesn’t let any other furry beasties come between him and his mama! Maybe it’s because I home cook all of his food?
Please give Coco her “playthings” back!
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