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6/30/2021

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6/30/2021
Dear Farm Journal,
On rare occasions, when necessary errands or appointments absolutely require it, I find myself amongst a cityscape. Even the urban areas I once called home feel foreign to me after adapting to rural life on a dead end gravel road. How do I feel so bewildered by the once familiar? Why do I feel so anxious? I stroll the strange concrete forest of streets lined with topiary margins. I follow my curiosity to a city park, a technologically advanced version of the playgrounds I experienced in the 90s. Do I want to take a turn on the mini zip line? You bet! I wonder how the CSA pack out is going back at the farm without me… either going fine or in level 5 meltdown. I can’t do much about it from this zipline, so WHEEEEE!!
~Joy

9/2/2020

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10/14/2019
Dear Farm Journal,
Alrighty, so…we seem to have a big time dilemma with our adolescent farm dog, Balio. It seems that the stars have perfectly aligned for our neighbor’s dog to come into heat as Balio’s balls drop. Love is literally in the air. My normally well behaved, close keeping, dog has turned into a sex crazed beast. Yesterday evening, our neighbor brought Balio back by putting his female in the bed of his truck as “bait” while Balio chased behind. All the chemicals in his canine brain are telling him he must get to her at any cost. This is quite a conundrum for a dog who has never successfully worn a collar, walked on a leash, or been tied up. I kept him inside for the evening and when I let him outside in the morning, he completely ignored that Gizmo and Jodi were eating his food (which he usually would never let fly). He drank the entire dish of water and made a break for it before we even had coffee made. It was all Rufus and I could do to corral him away from his new girlfriend into the back of the car. There was a lot of panting, sweating, and wide eyed bewilderment to be had by all (also, excessive salivating, so much drool on Balio’s neck). Rufus looked super afraid that Balio could turn on him any second and literally just take his whole arm off. We most definitely need a new plan because free range Balio doesn’t work anymore.
~Joy

6/30/2021

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10/14/2019
Dear Farm Journal,
Alrighty, so…we seem to have a big time dilemma with our adolescent farm dog, Balio. It seems that the stars have perfectly aligned for our neighbor’s dog to come into heat as Balio’s balls drop. Love is literally in the air. My normally well behaved, close keeping, dog has turned into a sex crazed beast. Yesterday evening, our neighbor brought Balio back by putting his female in the bed of his truck as “bait” while Balio chased behind. All the chemicals in his canine brain are telling him he must get to her at any cost. This is quite a conundrum for a dog who has never successfully worn a collar, walked on a leash, or been tied up. I kept him inside for the evening and when I let him outside in the morning, he completely ignored that Gizmo and Jodi were eating his food (which he usually would never let fly). He drank the entire dish of water and made a break for it before we even had coffee made. It was all Rufus and I could do to corral him away from his new girlfriend into the back of the car. There was a lot of panting, sweating, and wide eyed bewilderment to be had by all (also, excessive salivating, so much drool on Balio’s neck). Rufus looked super afraid that Balio could turn on him any second and literally just take his whole arm off. We most definitely need a new plan because free range Balio doesn’t work anymore.
~Joy

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10/14/2019
Dear Farm Journal,
Alrighty, so…we seem to have a big time dilemma with our adolescent farm dog, Balio. It seems that the stars have perfectly aligned for our neighbor’s dog to come into heat as Balio’s balls drop. Love is literally in the air. My normally well behaved, close keeping, dog has turned into a sex crazed beast. Yesterday evening, our neighbor brought Balio back by putting his female in the bed of his truck as “bait” while Balio chased behind. All the chemicals in his canine brain are telling him he must get to her at any cost. This is quite a conundrum for a dog who has never successfully worn a collar, walked on a leash, or been tied up. I kept him inside for the evening and when I let him outside in the morning, he completely ignored that Gizmo and Jodi were eating his food (which he usually would never let fly). He drank the entire dish of water and made a break for it before we even had coffee made. It was all Rufus and I could do to corral him away from his new girlfriend into the back of the car. There was a lot of panting, sweating, and wide eyed bewilderment to be had by all (also, excessive salivating, so much drool on Balio’s neck). Rufus looked super afraid that Balio could turn on him any second and literally just take his whole arm off. We most definitely need a new plan because free range Balio doesn’t work anymore.
~Joy