It was a year ago today that a tiny ball of fur was delivered to our farm. It was a warm day, which then turned into four weeks of snow, and he thought that was great.
We named him Seife, German for Soap, and he quickly grew into his role of farm dog.
He's not so tiny now, although still very furry (evident by a constantly full shop vac), and has proven to be both a protector and a goof ball.
Heavy on the goof ball.
He loves playing ball, anything to do with water, helping with farm chores and going on family outings. And just, well, being Seife.
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