Farm Day 5: It’s a boy…another boy…another boy…another boy…and a girl!

By Perrin

God must love us, because the farm mutt, Hoogie, gave birth to five puppies while Sarah and I were in town.

All I need to know, I learned from dogs (see photos below)

Another ground breaker: self-described hermits Sue and Richard allowed WWOOFers into their home for the first time. Maybe they wanted to show off the puppies housed inside. Maybe they realized I wouldn’t end my doorstep vigil until they opened the door.

If your mom is smothering you, take a breather

A photo shoot ensued. For all the fanfare I created, with starstruck squeals and a blinding round of camera flash, one think it were Lady Gaga in the shoebox licking the puppies. I would have arranged the newborns at the center of a full-blown barn nativity scene and captured it for the family christmas card, had I thought of it.

Richard dubbed me the Puppy Paparazzi. A solid name for a future business venture or garage band, no?

“It’s not the size of the dog in the fight. It’s the size of the fight in the dog.” – Mark Twain

These farm mutts differed dramatically from the thoroughbred mom-pup duo we stayed with earlier this summer, in Geneva. That puppy was named after the Icelandic volcano that recently shut down European airways – an obvious choice.

Seven-week old Eyjafjallajökull’s celeb-worthy moniker did serve as a reminder: he could erupt at any time. He’s not housebroken. I learned that the wet way. (Jon Stewart comments on pronunciation.)

Drink your milk

Eyja was fathered by frozen sperm flown in from America. Apparently, pure Chinook semen is tough to find in Switzerland. This is the only instance in which I’ve met a European who wanted an American product. The product was sperm. Chew on that, GDP analysts.

A friendly way to awaken guests is to jump in bed with them

The foreign sperm raised a few questions: Is the puppy a bastard? His dad is well documented, but the mother doesn’t know him. Also, has purebred come to mean, “hypodermically sealed and inserted via non-animal apparatus”? Finally, does Eyja have dual citizenship, and can I borrow his EU passport if he’s not using it?

Only help with the dishes if it’s in your heart

Photos and fathers aside, the mutts and purebreds alike showed Sarah and I how much time one can spend with their mother without biting her.

**This Dog Blog is dedicated our own mother, Anne Lowrey Bailey, who has been largely supportive of our dramatic leap out of the shoebox.**

Mom loves you, no matter how gimpy and undeveloped you are


About sistersbailey

We are Perrin and Sarah Bailey, collectively known as “The Sisters Bailey”. The moniker was born out of a crazy weekend at the 2009 New Orleans Jazz Fest and it was the first time we had ever been referred to as one unit. We grew up in Alexandria, VA together and then separated for college - Perrin to The University of Pennsylvania and Sarah to Northwestern University – and somehow landed together in New York after graduation. It was in the midst of the hustle of Manhattan that we became friends for the first time in years. Somehow we landed jobs in the same industry - Sarah worked in marketing at HBO and Perrin managed creative digital promotions for her media agency’s main client, Disney - just three blocks from one another. One day we decided to leave our jobs, sell our belongings and travel abroad with a backpack and a collective savings of $10K. The stories of our continuing adventures and those of other fearless travelers are here to inspire you.
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