Farm Stories (or, "The Chronicles of Newman")

Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition


I grew up in the city. I don’t even know if guns were allowed in my state, but I do remember when I was about 9, my mother’s doctor was shot on the street by a gunman trying to steal …

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Inadvertent Housekeeping


It’s not too hard to figure out that it’s easier to keep an apartment nice and tidy than it is a farmhouse.  I used to have an apartment.  Now I have a farmhouse.  We could end the story right here, …

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The Persistent Pile. A farm story.


My dog Sullivan is a big black lab mixed with something.  He’s a good dog but he has a few problems; mostly, he’s old.  There seems to be a lot of that going around these days.  And being old, he doesn’t always get a lot of warning when he has to poop.  A few weeks ago he made it just outside the dog door and pooped on the welcome mat.  Then it rained.   [read full story]

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Getting Rid of Fluffy


Why do people give up their animals, and where do the animals go?  A look at this phenomenon from all sides.  [read full story]

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A Peaceable Kingdom


Raise your hands, now – how many of you actually can’t get to sleep at night until your dog or cat is snugly in bed with you?  How many of you have had to toss your partner onto the couch because “there are too many bodies for this bed”?  Who among you would rather hang out with your friends’ pets at a party than try to meet new folks?  I thought so. So take it up a notch or three and you might just land on a farm. [read full story]

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