My Sidekick, Cosmo

One of my best friends here on the farm goes by the name of Cosmo, and I couldn’t ask for a better dog.

Cosmo joined the family as a puppy and actually was the first Black Lab among all the other farm dogs that Dan had had over the years. He’s rounding ten years old this year and I’m not sure Dan would choose any other kind of dog.

In fact, we have 3 labs here on our farm now. Cosmo fathered a litter of lab pups and Kayla got pick of the litter. That brought a pretty little yellow lab puppy named Brooklyn to the farm. And Brooklyn has mothered two litters of lab puppies also, with our girls each keeping one for themselves. That brought Maddie Jo, another black lab into our family, with sisters Rosie and Lily close by at Nichole and Chelsey’s houses.

And actually Cozie claims Cosmo as her own, but when she moved out during college, she didn’t have the heart to take him away from the farm that he loves. So here he stays, now joined by his daughter Brooklyn and grand daughter Maddie Jo.

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Cosmo, Brooklyn and Maddie Jo

When I came to the farm when Dan and I were dating, Cosmo was a rambunctious one year old. He had more energy than he knew what to do with. He would follow the tractor and grinder down the road, racing Dan to the other farm.

He would chase tennis balls for as long as you would throw them. And when Dan and I married and I moved here, Cosmo wanted to be right by my side.

Every time I would leave the barn to chase cows over to the other lot I’d say “Cosmo! Let’s go get em’!” And he would jump and bark and look at me as though he didn’t know what I was saying, but he was surely going with me!

He got so that when I opened the gate to the cow yard, he would come a running, barking at the cows to get back. He had learned fast how effective his barking was for scaring the cows back away from the gates.

If I came out of the cow yard with the tractor, he would keep the cows in while I parked it in the shed and walked down to the gate. And when I got half way there he would make sure I would see him charge the cows and bark, even if the cows had no intentions of coming out of that gate.

And the cows learned what “Go get em’ Cosmo!” meant too! Even if he wasn’t around, I would give my war call, and they would turn around and run the other way. They wanted no part of that!

But as you know, there’s always a nosy Jersey or two in the bunch. And if one came curiously nosing around out of that gate, Cosmo was in full stealth mode: head low, ears perked, taking one, slow, step at a time towards them. We’d give a yell and off he’d run, racing to prove his worth!

Now mind you, chasing a cow by barking in their face will turn a cow round and round until she gets enough room to run, which wasn’t always in the direction where they came from! 🙂 But he surely tried his best, and he wouldn’t want to have all of the fun. He had to keep us on the payroll too, ha ha.

Today a friend was telling me they had to put their dog down, and I instantly felt sad for them, thinking about how hard it would be without Cosmo by my side on the farm.

And it brought me back to last July, when Cosmo went missing. We couldn’t find him anywhere… We would call “Go get em’ Cosmo!”, waiting for his familiar bark, but nothing. We drove around the mile and the next mile, and over to the other farm to see if maybe he had gotten shut in a building accidentally. We asked neighbors if they had seen him with no luck.

The more we looked the sadder I got. What would I do without my trusty sidekick?

Dan and I took another walk around the farm, looking in the sheds and calling to him. I couldn’t help but get choked up thinking about what might have happened to him.

And then all of a sudden… around the corner of the hog house he came with a bark!!! I burst into tears as I hugged him tight! He was alive! He was well! And he was home! Hurray!!!!

Dan soon followed and I swallowed back my tears and asked “Where was he???” And he answered, “He must’ve gotten in the trailer the other night when we brought that cow and calf home from the other farm. It was dark and we didn’t see him and must’ve gotten locked in there when we parked it.”

Thank the Lord Dan had checked in the trailer! It had been hot and I was surprised that he hadn’t barked when we called him. Nevertheless, I was sooooooo HAPPY he was found!

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And today I’m just as happy to have him by my side. Here’s to you Cosmo!

 

 

 

 

Love is in the “Ear Tag”

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Happy Valentine’s Day! It was a snowy one here in Iowa but the cows didn’t seem to mind. Well, not as much as we seem to in February anyways! By this time of year we are ready for the snow to be done and the green of Spring to start showing through.

As I was walking through the cows this morning, I was struck by how many “Valentines” we have in our herd!

Names can tell a story and my mind was rolling as I snapped a few shots of them at the bunk. And although I couldn’t get pictures of all of our beautiful ladies, here are a few that I thought were fitting on Valentine’s Day…

Some make their love known, just with their names “I Love You”, “Kiss” and “Arrow”

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Others have sweet names that could easily be found on a Valentine candy

“Cutie”, “Beauty”, “Angel” or “Skittles”

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And some make you feel “Lucky” to have found the one…

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You would have a beautiful bouquet with our cows “Rosie”, “Aster” and “Dalia”…

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And some, if you had the choice, would make you run the other way if you were looking for a Valentine… “Quazy”, “Frazzle”, or “Cheetah”…. oh and some are a pain in the “Azz”!!!

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We hope you had a great day!

 

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Just what I needed

God has a way of waking you up. A way of saying “Hey! life is short so choose to be Happy!” And He gives you hope in a way that no one else may understand, but for you, it is just what you needed to hear.

Just a week ago my oldest sister was telling me, my mom and my other sister how her husband just wasn’t getting any better.

He had been battling a cold since Thanksgiving and coughed and coughed at Christmas. He was treated for pneumonia around the first of the year and shortly after a scan discovered that he had a blood clot in each lung. He was started on blood thinners to dissolve the clots but still he didn’t feel any better.

Here it was, the last week in January, and my sister broke down, telling us that he just wasn’t getting any better. He still felt like crap… he had no energy, he coughed and coughed, and he hadn’t left the house, except for doctors appointments, in over a month. This was not like the junk loving, joking guy that Vinny was.

She had made another appointment for that afternoon, hoping they would get referred to a bigger hospital that could dig deeper into his symptoms and see if they could find an answer.

His counts showed that his body must be fighting some kind of infection, as the white count was elevated and the red count was low. They started him on IV antibiotics and fluids and ran test after test. They were determined to find the source of infection so he would get better for good.

On Tuesday when we talked, his voice had gained some life again and he sounded like his old self. He thanked me over and over for keeping his girls overnight while they were at the hospital. He joked about all the specialists that had been in to see him and all the tests he had been through. And I thought, “Good, hopefully they’ll be home by the end of the week!”

On our way to the wrestling meet on Thursday, my phone rang and it was a call from Vinny himself.

He said they had figured out what the problem was…. cancer. Cancer? Yes, cancer. Ughhhhhhh. My hand reached for Dan as he was driving as if to say stop the car, I need your help. He just looked at me, searching for what to do.

The word “cancer” is enough to stop your world. In that moment it stopped mine as he listed where the cancer had been found – in his lungs, his stomach and his liver. My eyes lifted to the sky and my head started shaking from side to side as if to say No… It can’t be. Lord, he has 2 little girls. He has a wife that needs him! He just has a cold that won’t go away…. it can’t be….

I sat in church on Sunday, listening to words that really spoke to me and I tried not to cry. I tried not to worry. I was reminded by Pastor to let God know what’s in my heart.

And as the message came to a close, Pastor reminded us that God is our Shepherd. And to come to Him this week. And with hope and an uplifted voice he started to recite the 23rd Psalm, a psalm that I know by heart. It made me sad as I thought about all of the funerals I had been to when it had been recited.

But as I listened to the words in the way that he read it I felt HOPE. He read each line slowly, his voice lifting each word in a positive tone, as if to say… TRUST in God, no matter if life is good or hard or near the end… He is with us. And everything is going to be ok.

It made me want to run to the hospital and read it to Vinny. It was as if it was the first time I had heard it and IT.   WAS.   AWESOME!

Take a second to read it, slowly, and let it bring you hope, the way it did for me.

Psalm 23