I never thought I'd see the day that I would own a tiny dog. But wonders never cease, and when this little Yorkie was gifted to us, she stole our hearts the minute she was carried in the door. Being the garden fanatic that I am, I named her Poppy. I'll admit I had my doubts about how she would blend into our lifestyle, but after a few weeks of settling in, she seems to be thriving on the homestead. Poppy sleeps soundly in her crate each night, and greets me each morning with sleepy little sigh. Then she perks up, gobbles down her breakfast, and follows me outside as I go about my morning chores. Poppy's only two months old, so I have to help her navigate all the steps and gates along the route. I can tell she's eager to explore on her own, though. Poppy especially enjoys the chicken coop, and she's constantly trying to get inside the pig pen. The runner ducks seem to enjoy her visits, but the peafowl just turn up their noses--or beaks, I guess. They give me the brush-off too, though, so that's nothing new. The only animals who seem to have an issue with Poppy are our other dogs. They don't have much to do with her, even though she's desperate to make friends with them. I'm pretty sure they're just jealous. In the long run, I think everything is going to work out fine for Poppy here on the farm. She's already showing signs of being a garden lover, if nibbling on my Iris plants is any indication, anyway. Oh well, I still think we'll have great fun in the garden together. Now if I could just find a little-bitty garden hat for her...
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