Doug named our dog "Happy," and it turned out to be an appropriate name.
Happy
Part Border Collie and Australian Shepherd
Summer 1997- February 2010
We have our sister-in-law, Barbie, to thank for finding Happy when he was a puppy. She had seen he was for sale in town and knew our previous dog had died. When she called to see if we wanted this dog, we were just on our way out the door going somewhere. We agreed to buy the puppy, and it was left for Barbie to bring him home. This was the summer of 1997 between Doug's junior and senior year in high school, so he was the only one of our children home at the time and had the privilege of picking a name.
Happy was always ready to come along.
(Jeff & Doug, 1999)
Happy turned out to be a very affectionate dog and loved receiving attention; but he was good to mind when tiny children were not used to him and didn't want him close. I remember when Beth's Jared was little and was hesitant about going outside by himself to play if Happy was near, and Happy soon learned that he was not to be by Jared. Then, when I wanted to take a family picture of Beth and the children with Happy in the picture, we had to coax Happy to stay by them. In later visits, Jared came to enjoy Happy as did all of the grandchildren.
He could have been a cow dog because of his being part Border Collie and part Australian Shepherd, but no one took the time to train him. Whenever the guys were working with cattle, he would get excited and run back and forth and then lie down and watch for awhile and then repeat the process as though he wanted to help but didn't know what to do. The cattle didn't mind him being there, so he was no trouble but no help either.
Happy's only fault was his phobia about hearing loud noises. If there was a noise he didn't like, he would run back and forth furiously as long as the noise persisted instead of running away from the noise. When they were working on Brent and Tauna's house after their fire, the hammering triggered this frenzy; and he chewed the corner of the siding of their house. He would get nervous when he anticipated a noise would be starting; so when Sam would get the hammer to pound the PVC pipes down by my tomato plants in the garden (for watering the plants), Happy would begin his racing back and forth before the hammering even started.
One time, he got shut in Grampa's garage in error and Grampa didn't hear him barking to be let out, and Happy chewed up the wooden frame around the door. Other than these problems, Happy was no trouble at all.
He was a low maintenance dog. We had a self feeder for his dog food, and he got water at the tanks for the cattle. He had a dog house, but seldom if ever used it, preferring to sleep outside or in one of the farm buildings.
After Doug graduated, Happy had to get used to the occasional pats Sam and I gave him, which he always enjoyed. He also liked to lie down on his back with his feet up while he relished having his stomach scratched.
When Brent & Tauna's family moved to the farm, Happy enjoyed having more attention from their children and had companionship with their dogs. Each time we had family come for visits to the farm, Happy got welcomed affection from grandchildren.
Anywhere the grandchildren were, Happy enjoyed
being nearby; and when the little ones realized
how nice Happy was, they liked having him with them.
(Rachel, Jenna, Trent, Shannon, Seth, Weston - 2003)
Finally, Happy became a "senior citizen;" and he was definitely slowing down and showing his age. This summer when he was 13 years old (about 91 in dog years), there was a squirrel a few feet from where Happy was lying on the porch. He saw the squirrel and slowly got up and walked to the edge of the porch. When the squirrel started to scurry off, instead of giving chase as he would have done in his younger years, Happy just turned around and resumed his spot on the porch.
Although Happy had always been an outdoor dog, this winter when the temperatures got below freezing, we were concerned about his being able to withstand the coldest nights and wanted him to come inside our garage. Since he had been trained to stay outside, he wouldn't come in on his own and had to be picked up to bring inside. At Christmas time, the grandkids were concerned about Happy's shivering there in the garage and took towels to briskly rub him down to get him warm.
While we were on our cruise in the Mediterranean the end of January, Happy was lying under one of the hired men's vehicles and wasn't quick enough to get out of the way when he drove off. They kept Happy in the shop and provided food and water for him, but they didn't know if he was injured more than having his leg run over. After two days, he wanted outside and didn't come back to the shop. The next day, they found him on our porch where he had come home and left this mortal life.

Grandchildren will miss Happy when they come for visits.
(Ethan and Joshua, summer 2007)
We all miss Happy! He enjoyed people, especially children; and he liked running in the pastures and being part of nature. He was always ready to go with me when I went for a walk and would typically run ahead and then come back to be a companion. He looked forward to being petted; but after a few pats on the head or a tummy scratching, he would be satisfied when told, "that's all now." He was a smart dog and an ideal farm pet.
We have had several dogs through the years; but Ref, who moved with us from Arizona to South Dakota, and our last dog, Happy, are my favorites. Neither one had a habit of chasing cars, but both of them died from being run over by vehicles. Before they left our family, they provided a lot of pleasure and happy memories.