Black Feather Farm

Those who have followed my blog know Hannah and her story. If you missed that post, just go to "review" and click on Hannah. One day I gave her one of my old softballs, and she just jumped and jigged around it until I threw it for her. I didn't teach her a thing about fetch, she came by it naturally. She LOVES her ball. I colored the ball in these photos because Hannah being black, is like a silhouette in these photos, a red ball was a must. This one is actually brown, and if the ball looks hairy, {string wrapped cork} thats because it is. Tessa chews off the covers of the softballs, which are Hannah's favorite. She doesn't like tennis balls much at all. Just so you know, softballs have many different cores. The things we learn from our dogs...

Hannah was dumped with her two siblings, down by the lake when she was just, I'm guessing, 8-9 weeks old. They were fed for awhile by a kind person who worked in the area. When I learned about them, I started driving out there to try to catch them. They were so frightened of people, they wouldn't come close. Only Hannah would come near enough to eat the treats from a spoon I was tempting them with. I was able to carefully grab her after several days. I enlisted my son to help me go after the other two, but when we arrived, someone had already nabbed the blonde puppy. We could see where they had moved some things to trap him in a storm drain, he was gone. Only the black brother was left. When he finally came out of hiding, he saw us coming towards him, he went running into the woods yipping in fright all the way. Then suddenly we couldn't see or hear him. We searched, and found him tucked in another storm drain. My son blocked his escape while I crawled through the other end...