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SMOKEY

A.K.A. THE SMOKESTER

 Smokey is the sweetest dog in Tennessee! At least we think so. He turned five years old on April 11, 2017. He is a blue merle Australian Shepherd with a gigantic heart of gold. He is the wisest and the most well-behaved out of the bunch. When Smokey was a puppy he loved getting into trouble chewing shoes, digging holes and doing what all puppies love to do...terrorize the house! At the same time we had a 14 year old Aussie named Hank who was having a tough time getting accustomed to a new rowdy puppy in the house. One of the best investments my husband and I ever made was taking Smokey to Sue Myles for professional dog training. This is where both Smokey and I learned about boundaries, bonding, training with love and what all dogs really need .. A JOB to do!!!

 After falling in love with Smokey's temperament and personality we became sold on the breed of dog. We were very lucky to meet up with a lovely lady by the name of Judy Chard.  She is the owner of a Hall of Fame  Kennel  in La Habra, California named  Casa Blanca Australian Sheppards . 

 Judy has been involved with the breed for over 40 years and has a long list of award winning agility and show dogs.  We are so blessed to have Smokey as the #1 Rowdy Dog in our family. He continues to bring joy each and every day with his playful spirited ways.  

WELCOME
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ROWDY DOGS FARM

 

 

What started as a website slowly became something else.

 

A collection of moments.

 

A place to celebrate kindness, friendship, gratitude, and the simple joys that are often hiding in ordinary days.

 

If someone shared this website with you, or if you simply happened to stumble across it, I’m glad you’re here.

 

OUR STORY

Back in 2014, my husband Lloyd came to me one day and said, “What do you think about retiring to Tennessee?”

I looked at him and said,

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

 

Lloyd couldn’t get out of California fast enough.

 

I, on the other hand, was trying to figure out how on earth I was supposed to leave behind family, friends, and everything I had ever known.

 

But before long, we found ourselves heading east toward a 125-year-old farmhouse in East Tennessee and a future we never imagined.

 

We arrived with two dogs, three finches, and no real idea what the years ahead would hold.

 

At first, it was simply a beautiful old farmhouse and a few acres of land.

 

Then little by little, life began showing up.

 

We inherited a cat.

 

A friend gifted us a donkey.

 

We adopted a mini horse.

 

Five sheep arrived to help with what Lloyd likes to call “property maintenance.”

 

Then came chickens.

 

Then one goat.

 

Then two goats.

 

Then forty-something goats.

 

Then goat farming.

 

Then one baby goat.

 

Then two.

 

Then twenty-nine kids born in a single night.

 

Somewhere along the way there were gardens, farm stands, bluebirds, purple martins, barn projects, fences, flowers, and more adventures than we ever could have imagined.

 

When I first created this website, it was simply a place to share photographs, tell a few stories, and maybe sell a shirt or hat now and then to help cover a few animal-cracker expenses.

 

But over the years, something unexpected happened.

 

People began following along.

 

Some lived nearby.

 

Others lived hundreds or even thousands of miles away.

 

Friendships formed.

 

Stories were shared.

 

Acts of kindness appeared when they were needed most.

 

People blessed us in ways we never anticipated—with encouragement, artwork, prayers, generosity, and friendship.

 

We even had a minister travel from far away to bless the animals.

 

The garden grew.

 

The farm grew.

 

The circle of friends grew.

 

What started as a website slowly became something else.

 

A collection of moments.

 

A place to celebrate kindness, friendship, gratitude, and the simple joys that are often hiding in ordinary days.

 

If someone shared this website with you, or if you simply happened to stumble across it, I’m glad you’re here.

 

Pull up a chair.

 

You’re always welcome on the porch.

 

— Susie

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