While staying on a peaceful farm this weekend, I discovered a new purpose for our dogs.
Or at least one of them.
I decided to call the pup Buddy, as I didn’t know his name.
The owner was busy working, so Buddy stepped right in as the perfect host.
He greeted me with excitement as I drove up the rocky road to the farmhouse then proudly started to show me around the place.
Buddy led me through the fields of corn and soybeans, over to the horses, and then to the vineyards just beyond.
Afterwards, he jumped right into my Subaru ready to give directions through the rolling hills towards the bakery in town to pick up carrot ginger muffins and lavender cookies.
At 70 pounds, Buddy’s 23 times as big as my tiny chi Junie B. who joined me on the trip.
But city girl Junie wasn’t afraid and appeared quite impressed by Buddy’s friendly demeanor, hosting skills, and his life as a farm dog.
I’m thinking she might like to learn to be a farm dog, and hostess, as well.
After all, we do know our dogs are never too old (or too small) to learn a few more new tricks.