Category: Patricia B. McConnell

When people visit my farm they often envision their dog, finally off-leash in acres of safely fenced countryside, running like Lassie in a television show, leaping over fallen tree trunks, shiny-eyed with joy at the change to run free in the country. While they’re imagining that heartwarming scene, their dog is most likely gobbling up sheep poop as fast as he can. Dog aren’t people, and if they have their own image of heaven, it most likely involves poop.