Max at 13 years and 9 months passed away last Sunday--a really sad day for us. He had a great life--ate lots of chocolate, carrots, peas, broccoli, and whatever else appeared to be food. He was more like a little person than a dog. So many memories and the farm is e-m-p-t-y without him following us around. But we carry on and are so grateful for his gift of unconditional love and cheerful tail wagging.
This blog reflects the journey of Kathleen and Mark who have left suburbia to steward this historical property and transform the land back into a working farm.