On my grandparents farm, they always had a farm dog. I was just 3 or 4 and playing alone at the farm. A rooster that jumped on my back and the farm dog Doc chased away that mean rooster. When the attack was over, I went in the farmhouse and told my parents and grandparents that "Doc saved me"
I don't remember any dogs ever coming in the house. They lived outside, ate scraps left from the evening meal and earned their keep by watching over the land and farm animals.
This is Grandpa, why he was on a bicycle is a mystery, but that is definitely a farm dog getting in the picture.
I'm not sure who this baby is, it might be my mom. Whoever it is, they sure seem to like the dog.
My mom, Uncle Bill is wearing a cowboy hat and is kind of behind her and the dog.
Uncle Jarvis with one of his much-loved bird dogs.
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