What have we here?

This is the Apple Farmer's best friend. Her name is Taffy. She is a Heeler Beagle mix. She has managed to get all wet.

Taffy was adopted in town from the make shift animal shelter. When we were filling out the paper work for adoption, the receptionist filled in her breed as a Beagle Heeler Mix.

BEAGLE! My heart sunk. Before moving here, the Apple Farmer said we would NEVER have a Beagle due to a very noisy Beagle that belonged to his niece, who at that time we lived right next door to.

I told the receptionist that I might have a problem adopting the dog. After explaining the reason, the receptionist smiled and informed me that maybe she was wrong and that perhaps dog was more accurately a Heeler Mix. What a relief! Maybe the Apple Farmer would never notice her Beagle traits...

So we brought our dog home and the Apple Farmer met her for the first time. He wasn't very happy.

It has taken Taffy a few years to get over some of her quirks (she was likely abused prior to being taken in at the animal shelter). Taffy has become a very well adjusted happy dog, and a constant companion to the Apple Farmer.

Taffy hasn't gotten comfy with thunderstorms though. Prior to the Apple Farmer's Dad enclosing the covered front porch and turning into an entry way, Taffy would huddle up next to the front door and shake until the storm was finished. In fact, one Sunday, we loaded up the family to go to church during one of our thunderstorms and after the Apple Farmer hopped into the van and started it up, Taffy crawled underneath it. We had no clue that she had done that and so you can imagine everyone's horror when Tim started backing up and we heard her cry. Fortunately, she survived that. She had a broken front paw, and within a few days she was chasing rabbits on 3 legs.

This picture was taken after a thunderstorm Saturday morning. Taffy huddled up at the front door during this storm. The front door has no protecting covering anymore. I suppose, if I would have known that she was hanging out at the front door in the rain, I could have pulled out a bottle of shampoo and she would have at least have the benefit of smelling pretty after the thunderstorm passed.