It Turns Out that Man is Dog’s Best Friend

Hubby and I have a farm dog. Well, I guess I should say Hubby has a farm dog. The dog adores him and wants to go everywhere he goes. The dog doesn’t mind having me around, especially if I have a chicken bone in my hand or I show up at the field on a blistering hot day in an air conditioned car. He is a very good dog, for the most part. At about eight years old, he doesn’t jump around and dash…