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Sharing Stories About Our Friendly Farm Animals

Stories

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Once upon a time, there was a little boy named David Harris Behrend. He loved every living thing. He lived on 656 McConnell Street in Memphis, where, every day, he would walk through the Memphis zoo on his way to school. The camel would come trotting over when they heard his footsteps on the gravel lane. The camel would sit down in front of him so that he could pet her velvet nose as she wriggled it as his touch tickled her. She would chew her cud and look as if she were talking to the young boy. To him she was.

After school, he would walk across McConnell Street to visit with James, the old caretaker of the mansion where no one lived. Will came every day to tend to it, especially relishing his daily conversations with David Harris. They talked about fishing mostly. One day, David Harris brought some white bread with him. James gave him some string, and they set out across the grounds to the pond. As James mentored, the little boy rolled a piece of bread into a ball, tied the string around it, the bread serving as a lure to catch a fish. Gingerly, David Harris lowered the string with the bread bait into the water. He didn't have to wait long until he felt the fisherman's favorite sensation: the tug on the line. Ever so carefully since he didn't have a hook to secure the fish on the line, he pulled up the string. James, thinking ahead, pulled out a little net from his back pocket to capture the little fish. David Harris had planned ahead. He had asked his mom for the biggest bowl she had and had filled it with water before he started out with his bread. The tap water had time to sit while the little boy fished. As fast as his little legs would run, he flew across the field and street into his house to plop the fish into the waiting water before it died.

Ode to Curly Q 72

Curly Q's side view is as cute as his front view. He has a snubby nose, liquid eyes, floppy ears, piggy thighs, Doggie in that window whenever he has a chance.
A magical dog, this 20-pound sack of sugar protects all, Big or small, this gentle mini giant, He grrs with mock bravery, but even bigger, with biggest of hearts.

Hi, my name is Petunia, sweet Petunia to my mommy. Today, I was lounging on the barn porch when I was awakened from my slumber when I heard Mommy calling my name. I hopped up and hurriedly ran to her as fast as my little ballerina toes would carry me. She wanted to measure my waist so that Aunt Jessie could make a tutu to wear to the library where I am to be presented to children as part of their summer reading program. My tutu will be pink to match my tiny upturned pink nose.

My mommy will tell the kids all about my family. I am a member of the KuneKune family, the smallest breed of pigs. We are smart and sweet by nature. We don't dig nor try to get out of the yard as my naughty boy brother Benjy and Howdy do. I don't wallow in the mud, partially because my mommy doesn't have a mud puddle, but because I have my very own swimming pool that I can step into, plop on my side, and cool off. When I get out, I leave funny little water tracks because my wattles drip. My wattles make me even more special. They hang down on both sides of my chinny chin chin. They look like the ends of fingers covered in my black and white hair over my pink skin.

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But beware of my butt! I can let stealth bombs fly, especially when my mommy moves me to a new position in her lap. I don't like change. My squeals don't seem to her, but my potent farts, especially towards Daddy's nose, get both of their attentions! They should know better than mess with Miss Piggie Petunia!

My mommy thinks my eyelashes are the greatest. Since I'm black and white, I have black and white, I have black and white eyelashes on my lids the same as Mommy and Daddy do. But I have more: I have a second row of longer lashes about 2" long to use as feelers since my eyesight is not the greatest.

Among the things I like to do the most is to irritate my brother Gumpy.

Ode to David

On October 8, 1999—17 years ago—David and I wed at the Justice of the Peace's office in Fayetteville, TX at 2:00 p.m. with a dog and a cat sitting, one on either side of us as our witnesses, thus beginning our lovely lives as Mr. and Mrs. Noah. We built Curly Q Ranch Refuge on Thoreau's advice: "Build your castles in the air. Then put the foundations under them." We built so much more than a castle: an entire kingdom. Over the years, we've aged, naturally, changed through all the adventures, so much better for the wear. So many animals, so much love, sweat, and tears. Hearts brimming with love, broken by loss, scared but stronger for the experiences. Thank you, David Behrend, for bringing out my passion.

Hi, my name is Benjy, the naughty boy. I'm a Nigerian Dwarf like Howdy. I'm taller and a very naughty boy. Today, I jumped on the picnic table and peed and pooped out pellets although I have a whole acre of grass to do my business. I don't mean to be bad: it just seems to come naturally. I miss jumping from the log pile over the fence into the pasture. That forbidden zone had wonderful delicacies, and I didn't know about coyotes. They could eat me. Mommy saved me. Thank you, Mommy.

One of my favorite things to do is to butt my brother Howdy and piggie sister Petunia. The other day, some friends came to visit. They like the baby raccoons, Howdy, and Petunia better than they liked me. Mommy sat on one end of the bench, Petunia in the middle, and naughty boy me on the other end. I wasn't getting much attention, so I took my frustration on Petunia. I put my head down and butted her hard in her chubby belly, which caused both her and Mommy to grunt. That push got their attention.

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Hi, my name is Gumpy. I came to live on Curly Q Ranch Refuge after being dumped near Mommy and Daddy's friend Jason. I was about six months old when this happened one Thanksgiving weekend. From the woods where I was dumped, I found my way to Jason's house. I liked his dog, but Jason didn't like me. He thought I would hurt his dog, but all I wanted to do was play. I was at Jason's house a week without being fed. He thought I would go back to the woods if he didn't feed me. Where was I to go? I had no home.

Finally, Jason called Mommy. Mommy and Daddy already had two big dogs and didn't need me. I was a dog without a country. But when I hopped into their truck named Brownie, it was love at first sight. Mommy and Daddy never tried to find a home for me. I had found the most loving home I could ever have with them and my new brothers and sisters.

I am a special breed of dog: a new coinage named Bassador, half Basset, half Labrador. I'm very clever but headstrong. Mommy gets very angry with me when I won't come to her. I just don't want to. I know that I should obey her, but I take after my cat brothers and sisters by following the beat of my own drummer.

1/22/05 – 9/20/16 Blanchie Behrend

Blanchie has lived an angelic life. I picked her. She was six months old, living on a tiny space with many dogs and horses, way too many to survive. We were rescuing an old horse from our farrier when Blanchie [I named her after David's sweet mom Blanche] walked up beside me with her Rottweiler mom. Blanchie was a Lab-Rottweiler mix. No one was neutered. I told the farrier that I wanted to take her, too. It was a spontaneous decision. We didn't need or want another dog, but, for some reason, I chose her. She has proven to be the angel I saw in her eyes that day. As Mr. and Mrs. Noah we seem to be, we've rescued many animals including two litters of kittens, one litter of week-old newborns who Blanchie kept clean for me as I gave them their bottle. I have a video of Blanchie and the kittens lapping milk together. The kittens grew into healthy and happy cats, always remembering their dog mother Blanchie, always rubbing her, sleeping next to their surrogate mom. Everyone loved her. She was the friendliest dog ever. Even after her back became paralyzed, she would drag herself into the living room to greet guests. For months she lay paralyzed, finally not being able to move. Everyone thought I was crazy for not putting her down, but she wasn't in pain, her eyes remained clear and loving. She ate, peed, pooped—and loved. She was worth all the changing and cleaning of her bedding and still a most loyal companion. Then, she stopped raising her head off the floor. Her eyes were tired. I knew it was time. Dr. Ridlen came out after work to put her down. A perfect dog child. She has a choice spot in the backyard over which a brilliant rose bush will flourish. We saved her life eleven years ago, and she has constantly brought such love into ours. Thank you, our darling Blanchie.

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The Curly Q Tail of Goatie Howard Rick

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A Day in the Life of a Goat
Once upon a Curly Q time, there lived Howard Rick, the goatie boy. He romped with his brother Julius R.A., afterwards, chewing and burping his cudlets, from head through 5 stomachs to tail, as he reclined on his wrought-iron-couch-bench, bench's edge splaying a dangling goat hind leg.

Once upon a Curly Q time, two dogs lived at Curly Q Ranch Refuge. Both rescues, Curly 1 came off the Houston streets as a little dirty supposed-to-be-white little ragamuffin. Ever so confident, he hopped into Mr. Noah's red convertible. A case of love at first sight. This wonderful dog child went everywhere Mr. Noah went, so happy to be so loved and to love so much in return.

Curly Q 2 adopted Mr. and Mrs. Noah! He lived down the road with some little old ladies who had so many dogs they didn't know what to do. So Curly Q 2 decided to leave that home and adopt Mr. and Mrs. Noah. Mr. Noah washed his stocky little body in the tub until the water was black with fleas. He was a happy little boy after that! The ranch refuge was named after these Curly Q angels.

Curly Q Ranch Refuge is a haven for abandoned or injured animals. Mrs. Noah started the refuge after volunteering to feed baby fawns near the ranch. She studied to become licensed by the state to rescue, rehab, and release small mammals. Besides dog and cat rescues, Mrs. Noah nurtured raccoons, opossums, squirrels, and bunnies.
Everyone gets along on Curly Q Ranch Refuge and lives lovingly happily ever after.

Hi. My name is Howdy, the nickname my sweet Aunt Teresa gave me. My full name is Howard Dickie named after two precious goaties who once lived happily ever after on Curly Q Ranch Refuge. The two goaties I was named after were named after two of my daddy's best friends: Howard and Dickie. Now, I'm living happily ever after on this wonderful ranch.

I was born on Valentine's Day of this year, a wonderful coincidence because my parents met on another Valentine's Day. My parents have many more children besides me. My favorite is my brother Benjy. He's a naughty boy goatie, my brother. I retain gas, so my four stomachs are puffier than his, and he's taller than I am. He's black and white.
We are both Nigerian Dwarfs, but Benjy can jump over the doggie yard gates. He used to jump on the woodpile next to the fence, hop over the fence into the big pasture where bad coyotes live by the creek down the hillside. Mommy gets so scared when he jumps over, so she solved that problem by burning the logs stacked by the fence. He stays in the big yard with me now!

Once upon a Curly Q time, two dogs lived at Curly Q Ranch Refuge. Both rescues, Curly 1 came off the Houston streets as a little dirty supposed-to-be-white little ragamuffin. Ever so confident, he hopped into Mr. Noah's red convertible. A case of love at first sight. This wonderful dog child went everywhere Mr. Noah went, so happy to be so loved and to love so much in return.

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Curly Q 2 adopted Mr. and Mrs. Noah! He lived down the road with some little old ladies who had so many dogs they didn't know what to do. So Curly Q 2 decided to leave that home and adopt Mr. and Mrs. Noah. Mr. Noah washed his stocky little body in the tub until the water was black with fleas. He was a happy little boy after that! The ranch refuge was named after these Curly Q angels.

Curly Q Ranch Refuge is a haven for abandoned or injured animals. Mrs. Noah started the refuge after volunteering to feed baby fawns near the ranch. She studied to become licensed by the state to rescue, rehab, and release small mammals. Besides dog and cat rescues, Mrs. Noah nurtured raccoons, opossums, squirrels, and bunnies.
Everyone gets along on Curly Q Ranch Refuge and lives lovingly happily ever after.