Having a deep family history of the farms, dogs on the farm, and many lives being cut short due to the fact that they chase cars and sometimes actually catch them. Every once in a while the dogs catch a car, get “rolled” and learn the valuable lesson to stop. Those are the rarity.

Floyd was a “rescue” dog of sorts. He came from the “cities” where I encountered him as I was running in the woods close to the Humane Society. The owner was “walking” him, he was loose running a 1/4 mile from her. When I started petting Floyd and holding him until she came I noticed the obvious tears. She was “turning” him into the society with much reservation due the fact it was his second trip there and the likelihood he would be retired. She couldn’t keep him confined in the kennel and wasn’t able to “run” him as his bread like to do. He was a Blue Healer – They liked to herd cattle, it’s instinctual for them without much training. Through conversations with my uncle and cousin, one good option was to send Floyd to the farm.

If “all dogs go to heaven” then this is a situation where Floyd went to heaven before dying. Right away, he became the happiest dog – literally. He was able to run free, herd cows, chase cats, lay in the grass, ride in farm trucks, eat an abundance of food, and chum around with another farm dog, Marble. Every time I went to the farm Floyd was ecstatic. Did he remember me? Did he remember our first meeting in the woods? Was this just the way his life lived?

Floyd had one habit that he was very good at…chasing cars.

Right away Floyd started chasing cars. Much work went into trying to rid him of this habit. Training, collars, riding in trucks, not riding in trucks, and a whole LOT of yelling STOP or KNOCK IT OFF FLOYD! Even Marble would try to head off Floyd and keep him away from the cars. Often with dogs chasing cars the more they practice the closer they get to the wheels. Yesterday my cousin called letting me know Floyd had caught a truck turning around in the yard. :-(

This was sad news, for sure. He was a great dog with a very happy life. Perfect some might say. The fact that is was cut short by him doing something he LOVED to do is confusing. The peace of the situation comes from knowing that he lived many days in bliss and wagging his tail.

R.I.P Floyd