Goodbye Old Farm Dog

30 Apr

The life of a farm dog is an open prairie made for adventures, it’s chasing coyotes and nutria, it’s protecting your family and the farm. It rarely involves fences he can’t climb through or creeks he can’t swim across. It’s pick-up bed rides with the wind on his face. It’s about that look and excitement when your farmer throws down their tailgate and yells, “Load up Boy”. It’s about chasing field mice all harvest and laying in that hot summer sun. Being a farm dog is a no boundary, leash free kind of freedom that…unfortunately, just can’t last forever.

Because being a farm dog also means getting old in those same fields and across those same acres that you ran across all your life. It means waiting for help when that tailgate goes down, because your days of jumping have turned into getting lifted up to go for an occasional ride. It’s saying goodbye to the miles and hello to just a simple walk to the shop and back. And when even that got too tough, it’s trusting your farmer to know when it’s time to say goodbye.

I got Yukon when he was two years old, I was lucky to get to spend 12 of his 14 years as his farmer. For a long time he took care of me, for a long time I took care of him and for the whole time we were inseparable. A few days ago, he looked at me as he struggled to get up off his pillow. And this time, even for me, he just couldn’t do it. All those fields, all those runs, many days off on adventures I’d never even know about; and here he was, needing my mercy, needing me to let him go.

The loss of a dog is heartbreaking, they are a part of your family, of your hearts and home. And Yukon or Kon as he was often called, was no different. He spent many of his days letting the kids jump all over him and he in turn loved them and protected them. I like to think that he held on just long enough to meet Miss Millie, to pass on a little love to her as she completed our family.

Yukon, it will be some time before I round the kitchen corner and don’t expect to see your dopey face looking back at me laying in the laundry room on your bed. And in those moments is when all of the good memories will come on back like yesterday. I’ll probably get a little and sometimes a lot sad, but in the end, just like when you were sitting right there with your floppy ears and sweet big eyes, you’ll make me smile and probably laugh. Because really what is a farm dog’s legacy worth if you can’t sit and have a nice good laugh about the best dog this farmer ever had.

As Hoot said when we laid you to rest, “Well, now Yukon can go and run with Diesel, I bet he likes that.” Yeah, I bet he really does.

Thanks for growing old with us Yukon Jack. Rest In Peace old boy.

April 2004 – April 2018.

A few good memories:

https://nuttygrass.com/2013/12/23/the-goose-debacle/

https://nuttygrass.com/2013/05/03/the-challenge/

https://nuttygrass.com/2013/11/08/some-crazy-weather/

https://nuttygrass.com/2012/07/25/1st-day-of-combining-grass-seed-2012/

https://nuttygrass.com/2013/01/11/a-walk-with-the-dogs/

https://nuttygrass.com/2012/04/21/the-hunt-is-on/

https://nuttygrass.com/2012/03/10/wild-goose-chasingis-it-working/

Meet Miss Mildred Clara Frketich

4 Apr

We are pleased to introduce Mildred “Millie” Clara Frketich.

She is awesome, her brothers are absolutely in love and Matt and I are totally exhausted…oh yes, and also in love with this new addition to our crazy Frk house!  She got here on March 22, 2018.  Weighing 7 lbs, 9 oz and 19 inches long.

That says “Frketich GIRL” on her wristband….gosh I still can’t believe we had a girl!!!

Farming has been chugging along like crazy.  The weather cooperated and rained the whole time we were getting to know Millie those first few days in the hospital.  Then we headed home, the sun came out, and farming ramped right back up.

I’ve been home recovering from a C-section, while Matt (and many days Hoot) and the rest of our very dedicated workers started to work ground, plant, fertilize and spray all the crops.  It’s been a hectic start to Millie’s life but I “think” I wouldn’t have it any other way…or maybe I just don’t know any better! I’ve had a village of helpers here at the house.  Jobs as simple as picking up Auggie, who doesn’t quite understand why mama has such an “ouchie wah wah”, making us dinners, holding Millie so I can shower, and wrestling with the boys because Mom really has become totally boring since having a baby!  I’ll be back boys don’t you worry!!!

So all is well here on the farm, hectic, totally insane and some days really really freaking hard to have three kids under four.   The word “teamwork” comes up a lot and we are continually thankful for all the help!!

For those who wonder where we got the name, Mildred “Millie” is after my great Aunt Millie on my mom’s side of the family.  She was one feisty, loving, incredible lady.  She passed away before meeting Hoot our oldest son, but I was able to let her know that if we did have a girl during this whole adventure, she would have to be named Millie.  She was so excited and I just know she’s smiling down on us right now.  The middle name, Clara, is after my grandma on my dad’s side.  A dedicated farm wife, wonderful mom, and loving grandma to all us kids.  She died when I was fairly young, but left s all with a lifetime of memories that we talk about often.  So our little Mildred Clara has some big shoes to fill, but I have no doubt she will do just that in her own time.

So with that we would like to welcome little Miss Millie, seems as though the world has been waiting for you!

The Day Before Kiddo #3 is Born!!

21 Mar

Hey little baby!

The day I saw this test result pop up, I bawled my eyes out. Not because I was so happy, I mean I was so happy, but because I was so tired. You see your big bros, they aren’t that big yet, they had been up all night. I was exhausted and the thought of adding you, oh even tiny little bitty you, just made me totally lose it.

So today, the day before we meet you, I ran across the test that I kept all these very long days. I’m still tired sweet thing, your brothers still aren’t that big yet and were up a lot last night. I still puked all morning today, gosh there’s been so much puking from you tiny “innocent” (I’m really trying to not place blame here on an infant) babe! And I still am not sure where exactly you’re going to sleep or quite fit into this wild ride of raising crops and kids that your dad and I signed up for.

But I know we love you already. Your big brothers can’t wait for you to come out to meet them! Auggie has been working on saying Millie or Tate, so boy or girl we should be set. And Hoot asks everyday if we are going TODAY to get “that baby and lollipops from the doctor”.

I will say thank you for not showing up too early, like your mama, you must understand this farming thing a bit. We are caught up on fertilizing, it’s supposed to rain tomorrow so why not have a baby anyway, and we are feeling as organized as possible to take a few days to get to know you.

So my best advice before you hit the real world is that you better rest up now. This crazy Frketich house isn’t a very calm place, but with how you have been moving and grooving in my stomach I’m pretty sure you’re going to do just fine out here. See you in the morning!

😘 Love, your mama

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