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Serenity Animal Farm, Clanton, AL (2025)

11/05/2025

Hello Farm Friends! If you have a lot of animals like we do, there is a lot of hollering, usually it’s “run, run, run”. Lol

Seriously, having a bunch of dogs is like taking a bunch of kids into a candy store. Put that down, you can’t have that, leave that alone, or no you can’t chew that, are common phrases used daily on the farm.

Recently we just finished unloading a load of produce. There were cases and black bags of lettuce, kale, cabbage, apples, and avocados. I looked up and ole Bradley dog had his entire head stuck inside a big black bag of produce. He was looking to see if there was anything like a piece of bread for him. I hollered “Bradley dog……get out of there”. He popped his head up out of the bag, turned his head, and looked at me. He had a whole avocado in his mouth. I hollered, “Put that down Bradley”. It must have startled him because in 1/100th of a split second, he went “Gulp” and the whole avocado slap disappeared down his throat. Yup, he swallowed a whole avocado in one gulp. Not even one chew on the avocado.
I ran over there and moved the bag of avocados and asked him. “What were you thinking, avocados are not for dogs”. He just sat there wagging his tail and looking at me with his goofy sheepish grin. The look on his face was plum bewilderment, like what just happened. I explained to him that avocados are not good for dogs, that avocados contain a compound called Persin, which can be toxic to dogs. I told him he will sure enough have fun passing the pit.

I don’t think he cared or gave a hoot as he trotted off to play with Tammy dog. When I looked at him standing down the road with Tammy dog a few minutes later, I think he was standing there telling her about him swallowing a whole avocado. Like me, she too looked at him kind of funny, like what were you thinking. I wondered if he would be alright and if the pit would pass without any problems. The veterinarian said just monitor him. We have been monitoring him and were ready to get him to the clinic if necessary. It’s been over a week now and there has been no sign of any issues, so I guess he is going to be alright. Bless his heart.

I don’t know how anyone can live without a dog. They are one of the few things I know of that brings an instant smile just by looking at them.

Having one dog ………….......Blessed
Having two dogs………..…….Grateful
Having two to five dogs……..Beholden
Having five to ten dogs………Gratified
Having more than ten dogs…………..
There are many words for this category. Loco, Crazy, Mad, Out to lunch, Not all there, Off one's rocker, or as I like to call it, Extremely Blessed!

11/04/2025

Hello Farm Friends! A Ms. Hope update.

It’s been a whirlwind four days since we got Ms. Hope, the pitbull mix, that was abandoned on the gravel road. Acclimating her to the farm, the farm dogs, to us, and to the other animals has been an absolute joy. She is still a little timid but has made progress in leaps and bounds. Smart is not a good word to describe her since she is literally gifted. If she was graduating high school, she would have been the valedictorian.

She only has a couple issues that we have noticed. One issue we have had with her is getting her to take her medicine (pills) for her neck wounds. We could put a pill on a cracker and the other farm dogs will gobble it up and ask for seconds. Not Ms. Hope, nope. We have watched her eat a wad of peanut butter with a hidden pill, swallow, and pop the pill right onto the floor. We have watched her eat a pill pocket treat, swallow, and pop the pill out onto the floor. If you try to poke it down her throat, that’s not happening either. She develops an immediate case of lock jaw and will sit there smiling while you try to get her mouth opened. We have tried wrapping it in chicken, but she will gobble up the chicken and miraculously pop the pill back out onto the floor. We even hid the pill in a can of wet dog food, only to watch her pop the pill back out after eating all the can dog food.

She does sit still and allows us to clean her neck wounds. She is such a sweet, loving, and amazing dog who loves it here on the farm.

The only other issue is separation anxiety. She loves people. If she is not with you, she will find a way to be with you. I’m talking about a dog that can climb a five-foot high fence and escape just to be with you. I’m talking about a digger-dog. If enclosed in a kennel she will try and dig her way out to be with you. Like I said she is a people person.

Today was her revisit at the veterinarian’s office to get her wounds checked and drop off to get her spayed. Upon check-in they handed me a form to fill out. The vet-tech told me the form needed to be signed and said something about “DNR” instructions. I said, “huh, a DNR what”. She explained what DNR meant, “Do Not Resuscitate”. Huh? So, I studied the form. There were two boxes, one said DO NOT RESUSCITATE and the other box said APPLY LIFE SAVING MEASURES. I was dumbfounded so I asked about it. She told me to read the rest. To sum up, it said that applying anesthesia can be dangerous and all dogs don’t react the same, if your dog doesn’t make it, you authorize us to perform (A) life saving measures and (B) to use revival medications. If you checked “A” it would be an additional one hundred dollars or if you checked “B” it would be an additional two hundred dollars.

Now I’ve carried dozens and dozens of dogs to get spayed or neutered in my life but never seen anything like this before. Like I have said before, I learn something new every single day. Today it was a DNR for a dog.

Checking which box was a no-brainer for us. If her life, or any life, could be saved for a few hundred dollars you better darn well do it. To someone else she may be just another stray dog that showed up. To us, when she came here, she became one of us, a family member. Around here family comes first, no matter if you have two legs or four legs.

May we never lose the drive to pursue the things we love, no matter how bumpy the road is.

10/31/2025

Update on Ms. Hope: They just called. She is ready to come home. Hallelujah. The vet told me the wound on her neck was from an animal bite, probably another dog. It was bad but cleaned up and washed out, and he has her on antibiotics. The vet told me how sweet a dog she was because they did not have to even sedate her to clean her wound or treat her. She just stood there. He said she was checked and is heartworm negative. Hallelujah. They updated her on her shots. As for her weight, he said it wouldn’t hurt if she put on a few pounds, but she is ok. He told me the wound has nothing to do with her eating habits. She wouldn’t eat anything or drink after several attempts. Then he gave her a can of Purina One dog food. He laughed and told me she is just a picky eater because she gobbled the can of Purina One dog food up and drank water. Hallelujah. He told me she is about nine years old and in relatively good health. She just needs a caring home. Since she smelled so bad because of the wound, they gave her a bath. He said she loved her bath. When asked about how weak she was, he said she was probably just really tired from walking and wandering around and probably hasn’t slept well in unfamiliar surroundings. He also told me she is not fixed. He told me he wants to see her back next Tuesday for a check up on the wound and he would spay her then if interested. Hallelujah. I said definitely yes, yes, yes. Ms. Hope is on the road to recovery and a new life, a better life. It shows that prayers do work. A big Thank-You to everyone for helping with her, from getting her to the clinic, from working on her, to praying for her.

10/31/2025

Hello Farm Friends! Today’s post is a “Story of Hope”.

Yesterday, another dog showed up that was dropped off, abandoned and discarded. She had been walking the gravel roads for so long her food pads were colored orange. She was lonely and afraid. I’m sure her thoughts were how could someone do this to me and what did I do to deserve this. When you looked at her you could see the sadness in her eyes, she had cried so much she couldn’t shed another tear.

So, I asker her if she wanted to come home with me to the farm. When I opened up the door, she was willing to come with me. She tried to climb up in my passenger seat but was too weak and needed a help getting her back legs in. She is a beautiful soul, a female grey pit-mix female that is a little emancipated, a condition due to starving or illness.

After we got her home and into a pen she was examined. We found a really bad wound on her neck that is badly infected. You can actually smell the infection in the wound. No telling the pain this poor baby has endured. We tried feeding her a dog biscuit. She politely took it from my hand, but it soon dropped it out of her mouth, and it hit the ground. Then we tried feeding her some dry dog food. She only licked at it a time or two and then laid back down. Then we tried feeding her a can of wet dog food. She smelled it and stood up to investigate. She licked it a couple of times and then sat back down, not eating a single drop. This was concerning. Never have I found a dog that wouldn’t eat anything, at least a few bites. I had a crockpot cooking of meat parts for the other dogs and went in and got her a cooked turkey neckbone to see if she would eat some of it. Like the other food we tried, she only licked it a couple times and walked away.

This wound on her neck must be bad enough that she can’t swallow or eat which is very critical. If she can’t eat, she will die of starvation, and I don’t know when was the last time she really had something to eat. I had put a water bowl out for her, but she hadn’t touched a drop of it yet. As I sat there with her, just talking to her, I dipped my hands in the water bowl. I rubbed my wet hands inside her jaws. I did this several times. Then I noticed the water was just drooling out of her mouth. She wasn’t even trying to swallow a bit.

She finally curled up against me as I sat there inside the pen with her. I started petting her and explained to her that normally when a dog shows up, they would get something for worms, flea and tick, and heart medicine after they eat. Then any minor injuries would be treated. However, since she can’t eat because of her bad neck wound, she would have to wait until the morning until we can get her into the veterinarian. We don’t want to do anything that could interfere with her treatment tomorrow. I told her that she will probably get an IV for fluids because she is dehydrated and probably a few shots. One for pain to make her feel better and another antibiotic shot for the infection. The veterinarian may have to put her to sleep to treat her neck wound. She just laid there just listening to me and enjoying the comforting petting. I told her that the worst is behind you, that she has a forever home with us here on the farm. Also, that I’m not giving up on her so don’t you give on me. I will do everything in my power to get her well and that she has to help us and fight to get better.

I told her that I was going to name her “Hope”, which had just come to me. I asked her how do you like the name Ms. Hope? I think she smiled a wee bit. Then I told her why. Hope means a feeling of expectation and a desire for a certain thing to happen. I told her that I hope she will be alright. I hope she hangs in there until she can get the medical attention she needs. I hope she recovers quickly and hope she gets well soon. Also, I hope she has many years with us here on the farm. I also hope she will be happy with us on the farm.

While sitting there talking and gently petting her, I may have shed a bucket full of tears while I talked to her. I just couldn’t help myself. While I have only known her for a few short hours, and know nothing about her past, I am already attached and truly love this beautiful dog already. I looked down and she had slowly fallen asleep laying on a pile of hay just listening to me. It’s probably the best sleep she has had in a long time. I stayed sitting there just petting her another 30 minutes or so before I called it a night. She will be in my prayers tonight.

Update. She is currently at the veterinarian’s office since before the sun came up this morning. I will post an update on her condition as soon as we find out something. Pray. Pray for our Ms. Hope.

10/29/2025

Hello Farm Friends! How did your day go? Mine was just another saga in the life and times of Serenity Animal Farm adventures.

We have animals that get out almost every day and go on walk-about. That’s just a simple fact of life around here. I wish it didn’t happen, but it does. It’s usually a bad spot in the fence or a gate mysteriously opens. However today was different. Today it was my fault that an animal got out. Yup, mine. Oops.
We headed down to feed on the side by side. As I was backing out of the driveway Ms. Angel dog came running and jumped up in the seat. She didn’t want to miss a free ride. I continued backing up but had turned to look at her as she jumped up on the dash to look out. This will come up later, which is why I am saying this.

We putted down towards the feed barn stopping along the way at the barn refrigerator building to grab some carrots to feed. When I got off the side by side the dogs behind me were barking and cutting a rug. All I could hear was dogs barking at something. Dogs barking around here is normal, so I didn’t pay much attention to it. I grabbed a bucket of carrots and was walking back to the side by side. The dogs were still barking like crazy at something. I turned and looked toward the direction of the barking. As I did Mr. Norman dog was running down the road toward me barking at me like a wild banshee. I asked him what’s the matter Mr. Norman? He just stood there barking at me and then he turned and ran back up the road barking. I knew something was up, so I turned the side by side around and headed back up the road. Soon as I rounded the bend, Mr. Tobias pig was walking down the middle of the road. Mr. Tobias Pig was on walk-about. He saw me and abruptly stopped. Norman and a couple dogs were standing there barking at him. Tobias pig quickly turned and started trotting back up the road. He trotted all the way back to his pen with us following close behind him. I wondered how he got out as we were following him. When we got to his pen that question was answered. One of his fence panels was pushed in, which caused it to pull away from the post about eight feet. I could have drove the tractor through the opening. Oops, I thought when I realized what had happened.

While I was leaving the house, Angel dog jumped up in the seat. I continued backing up while watching her. I must have backed into Mr. Tobias pig’s fence without knowing it. I pushed it in which caused it to pull away from the fence post. Oops.

With a eight-foot hole in the fence, Mr. Tobias just walked out and trotted down the road on walk-about. Luckily the farm dogs saw him out and were putting us on notice that a pig was out. Our dogs won’t hurt anything, they just bark at any animal out.

Mr. Norman ran all the way down to the barn and let me know something was wrong and got my attention, so I would follow him back up the road. Good dog Mr. Norman. He was one of the puppies that was dropped off at the gate back in April. He was the only puppy that was not adopted so he became a member of our family. He is turning out to be a really good farm dog. I told Mr. Norman what a good farm dog he was becoming.

When you see something beautiful in someone, please don’t hesitate to tell them. It may only take a second to say, but for them it could last a lifetime.

10/28/2025

Hello Farm Friends! Mr. Johnny Cash is officially a farm dog now.

I left a cardboard box sitting on the front porch and guess what he did. Yup, he chewed it up to smitherines before i could move it. So, it’s official, he is now a Bonafide Serenity Farm Dog.

All our farm dogs have a black-belt certification in chewing things up. They are pedigreed chewers. Now Mr. Cash has joined the elite club. Our dogs chew up rugs, dog beds, blankets, electrical extension cords, boots, broom handles, and the occasional crockpot cord. If there was a dog Olympics for chewing something up, we have a couple that could be gold medal contenders.

If you leave it where they can get it, it is fair game to them. Oh, they have plenty of toys and bones to chew on but the rugs, boots, and blankets are so tempting. One time recently I was walking in the yard and found the house welcome mat lying in the front yard. It had one corner chewed off. Before they could finish it off, I set it up in the oak tree limbs as I walked by where they couldn’t reach it. I figured I would get it when I came back from the garage and put it back on the front porch. When I walked back from the garage there was Mr. Bradley dog lying in the yard chewing on it. I swear he must have shimmied up that old tree and got it back down because I know he couldn’t have jumped that high.

Sometimes you just have to accept the situation and say, it’s ok, it happens, it’s just life with animals.

10/27/2025

Hello Farm Friends! Have you ever witnessed something that made you cringe? We did recently.

I was feeding the big birds when Oriel the Greater Rhea ran up and tried to get me. Luckily, I had just poured the feed in the feeder and got out of the way before his head shot through the fence snapping at me. He missed biting me and sure enough was mad, mad, mad. While I walked down to the Zebra feeder and fed them the Rhea had bitten the fence by his feeder and was squeezing and shaking it for dear life. He was biting the fence so hard his eyes rolled back into his head. As I walked back past by the feeder, he was still ahold of the fence, and shaking it violently and jumping up and down. No question he was mad, mad, mad.

One of my farm friends was standing there with me watching and she was astonished he acts crazy like that. As we stopped and watched him act like he was loco, he jumped so high his beak went down under the next fence square when he came down. He was still jumping up and down holding the fence and in front of our eyes, his upper beak cracked in half. We were astonished by what we had just witnessed. I cringed when I heard his beak snap and break, pointing upward.

I ran to him and quickly pried his beak off the fence before it broke all the way and fell off. When I did, he turned and ran off all the way to the other end of the pasture. I was very concerned if he would even be able to eat after what we just witnessed.

The next day he did not come up and eat or run up and try to get me like he usually does. Now I was really concerned. I sure didn’t want him to starve to death. I went up to the house and found a tube of super glue. My plan was to chase him down, slide a piece of cardboard in his beak and quickly super glue his top beak back together. Then remove the cardboard so it doesn’t glue his top beak to his lower beak. I had a plan in the works. Tomorrow we would execute the plan.

After feeding I called my friend Bubba. I told him to come over tomorrow, that I needed his help with an animal. He said ok. I didn’t tell him what plan I had concocted but just come over.
The next day Bubba drove up. I showed him a big thick bed comforter I had setting there, the piece of cardboard and tube of super glue. I told him what happened to the Rhea’s beak and slowly explained my plan. I told him we are going into the Rhea pen. The Rhea will run down and try and get us. I will throw the comforter over him and pounce on him and take him to the ground and hold him. I explained I want you to slide the piece of cardboard into his mouth and then superglue his broken upper beak while I hold him down. He looked at me with a straight face and said, “Are you kidding me?” I said, “No I’m not kidding”. He said, “You must be crazy if you think I’m going in there with that mean-@ #$% Rhea bird”. It took me several minutes of convincing him to help me before he finally agreed to help me. I told him let me put feed in the feeders first and that will keep the Emu’s and Zebras busy while we try this. As soon as I stepped back out of the fence after putting feed in the feeders, the Rhea walked up and started eating. I was amazed watching him eat. I couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t eaten or come near the fence in two days. You could not see visibly anything wrong with his beak.

Bubba didn’t believe me that he even broke his upper beak. I told Bubba there were two of us here that saw his beak snap. The top half flipped up and snapped. I saw it with my own eyes. I don’t know why we can’t tell it was broken. It must have popped back in place somehow. Bubba was sure relieved he didn’t have to go in his pen with me and try to super glue his beak. He admitted he didnt like this idea.

Now when we feed Mr. Oriel the Rhea, we won’t go in to feed if he is anywhere close by. We will come back later when he is gone away from the fence. We don’t want him to get mad, try and bite the fence, and possibly re-injure his beak while it heals. Hopefully, it will heal with no issues.

If you don’t stick to what you care about, you’ll be stuck with something you don’t. Either way, life demands a commitment. Remember life is precious and is truly a gift.

10/24/2025

Hello Farm Friends! A “walk-about” is defined as an informal stroll among other animals on the farm for no apparent reason except to drive Mark loco.

Today it was Mr. Chris, our biggest Sulcata Tortoise, who was on walk-about.

Sulcata Tortoises are also called African spurred tortoises, because of the “spurs” on their back legs. They are big, digging creatures with strong claws. These large vegetarians dig deep burrows to find shade, and have a long lifespan of up to 150 years. Sulcata tortoises are the third largest tortoises, after the Galapagos and Aldabra species. They are from the southern edge of the Sahara Desert in North Africa. A long way away.

I bring the part up about digging because these rascals are strong and can dig a water well if not monitored daily.

Mr. Chris has never been on walk-about in almost eight years but today was his day to get out. I looked up and he was walking down the back fence line in the Zebra pen. Huckleberry. I dropped everything and went after him. However, instead of going into the pen I watched and waited until he walked to the Ostrich gate by following the fence line. I opened the gate, and he just walked into the Ostrich pen. This saved me from having to get into the dangerous Rhea and Zebra pen. Whew.

I just stayed behind him, and he walked the entire Ostrich pen and out through Ms. Lucy pig’s pen and out onto the farm road, with me opening and closing gates along the way. Then we walked down the road and back into his pen. The look he gave me was priceless when he realized he had walked this entire distance, through three pens and down the road, only to arrive back to his pen. His expression was too funny.

We are only here for a short visit. So don't hurry. So don't worry. Just be sure to smell the flowers along the way. Oh, and be nice to one another. We only live once so make it count.

10/23/2025

Hello Farm Friends! It’s been several months in the making, but we finally got the last two farm dogs, Mr. Ted & Ms. Treasure, spayed and neutered. I say months because they were on several lists, had appointments to get it done that were cancelled, or there was no more room, or we are not doing dogs this month that weighed under 60 pounds. We heard excuse after excuse trying to get them fixed. Now every dog on the farm is finally fixed. Whoo-Hoo, I am so glad.

A big thank-you to all those involved that helped us make this happen. You don’t know how much you are appreciated.

Mr. Ted and Ms. Treasure had to be kept pinned up for ten days to allow their stiches to properly heal. No jumping, running, wrestling with the dogs, or swimming. No fun whatsoever for 10 days. The few walks they received during this time on a leash were much appreciated but they hated to be penned up during recovery.

When they were finally turned loose to run and play with the other dogs, they had a ball racing around the yard and stretching their legs. Mr. Ted dog raced around and headed off to the creek with Tammy dog and Bradley dog. The creek is his favorite place. He came back soaking wet. Lol. Ms. Treasure stayed and hung around with Mr. Johnny Cash dog, her big buddy. Wherever he went she was right by his side. Both finally joined us while we were feeding. It was a welcome sight to see these two trotting around with us as we fed. Farm life is back to normal.

However, one thing I saw I didn’t understand. When we brought Mr. Ted home, I noticed something odd, very odd. What was odd you ask. He still had his noodacles. Yup, made me shake my head sideways and say “Huh”. Apparently, they don’t remove them like they used to. Why not? Odd way to fix a male dog and keep his parts. I guess they go inside and snip something else. Might be cheaper than removing them. I don’t know. I do know it’s odd looking at a fixed dog with noodacles. It isn’t right when you can’t tell by looking. If I didn’t know better one would think Ted was still intact.

I wish they would” mark” a dog someway like they do a cat where you know if it’s been spayed or neutered without rolling them over and looking for a scar. The cats get their ear snipped. At 50 paces with one eye closed you can tell that a cat has been fixed. Why don’t the veterinarians do something like this so you can tell that a dog has been fixed? It would make more sense if they are leaving the noodacles on. Just my opinion.

Maybe they can snap a tag in the male dog’s ears like they tag cows, goats, and sheep. A little permanent ear tag that says something like “mission accomplished” or “puppy free”would do the trick.

Remember, in life, your direction is more important than your speed.

10/22/2025

Hello Farm Friends! Every day around here is another adventure. Recently I looked down the road and saw that Mr. Drover pig was out on walk-about. Huckleberry. Drover is our big Russian boar pig. He got his name “Drover” because he was “drove-over” by a tractor when he was younger. He is the big pig we talk about that will crawl in your lap for a peppermint. He loves peppermint.

Somehow, he was out and standing outside big Wilbur pig’s pen. He was challenging Wilbur to a duel. Every male pig that gets out migrates to Wilbur’s pen and wants to fight him. Wilbur is our big pig magnet.

As he stood alongside Wilbur’s pen he was smacking his lips, frothing at the mouth, and calling Wilbur bad names. Of course, Wilbur was talking smack back to him. Anytime two boar pigs are wanting to fight, it’s dangerous for us and the farm dogs. A big boar pig could tear a man slap up and quickly kill a dog, so you have to be really careful around them. They are not in the right mind when they work themselves up to a froth. We lost one of our best farm dogs, Mr. Spencer, to a pig over a year ago, so we know how dangerous they are.

As I started trying to coax Drover pig back down the road I looked up and saw two sheep rams walking my way. Roberto and Butch, Jacob sheep rams were also on walk-about and just strolling around. Suddenly a one-man job became a two-man job. So, I had to make an emergency call to my friend and good neighbor Tim for help since there was no one here at the moment to help me and I couldn’t wait until they got back. Also, time was of the essence since it would be dark soon.
It took the two of us about ten minutes to walk Drover back to his pen without incident. The sheep were another matter. Butch finally went into a pen, but Roberto was not having any part of it. You couldn’t sandpaper his tail to get him in that open gate. He would walk up to it, shake his head no, and turn and run away. Finally he darted behind chicken village and ran smooth out of sight up in the woods.

After several attempts, we finally gave up on him for the night and fastened the gate back up. We figured he would come back when he was ready. As we were heading back to the feed barn there was Roberto standing in the road. Neither one of us knew how he had doubled back and got behind us but somehow he did. Some things on the farm you can’t explain but they happen. Sometimes I think the farm was built on an Indian burial ground is why things happen the way they do around here.

Instead of trying to run Roberto back into the open gate again, we just ran him inside Chicken Village to corner him. Then we managed to catch him in a run between the chicken cages. We snatched him up by his horns and it was like holding a baby bucking bronco. He jumped and bucked wildly but we managed to hang on. The chickens all went to screaming and the roosters all started crowing with all the commotion. We wrestled him every single foot of the way down to Drover’s pen and put him there. That’s not his pen but it will do for now. Afterward, we were both worn smooth out and had a good laugh about our ordeal. Nothing like another farm adventure with friends.

Good neighbors and friends are like stars. You might not always see them but know they are always there when you need them.

10/21/2025

Hello Farm Friends! Poor old Mr. Valentino, our resident three-legged goat.

We fed Friday and he was fine as frog hair split four ways. He was standing by the feeder waiting on us and we hand fed him some apples and carrots.

Then Saturday he came up to eat, and he was missing a horn. Yup, missing one horn, a big one. I scanned the pen looking and there in the middle of the pen was his horn lying on the ground. I went into his pen and got it. I know that had to hurt something awful.

I grabbed the Dr. Naylor’s Red Kote Aerosol Livestock Wound Spray off the side by side and sprayed the wound really good. Dr. Naylor’s wound spray is a veterinary scarlet red oil antiseptic wound dressing that we keep handy. There was no blood coming out of the wound which was really odd. We also gave him a shot of Banamine, which is an effective anti-inflammatory and pain reliever. I absolutely don’t know how he lost his horn but most importantly, how he did not bleed to death. It’s just a miracle. It was just not his time.

We checked his remaining horn and it was ok and not loose.

We looked around the pen to see if there was anything that showed what he could have hit it on beside his house. Whatever it was he hit, it was so hard it knocked his horn right out of the head socket, down to the quick.

We felt so sorry for him that he got some extra treats at feeding time. Bless your heart Mr. Valentino.

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