The phone rings. It's Martin.
"I have good news and bad news."
I brace myself for the bad news.
Martin proceeds. "James came to work this morning and found the sheep next to the corrals. He thought that was strange because they were supposed to be grazing the cut oats in the far field.
"I couldn't tell for sure if we were missing any, so I went out to where they were seen the night before. What I found was distressing. There were only bones of a lamb left, totally stripped clean…nothing left to be able to identify which one it was. Coyotes!
"With it being so dry this summer, they are getting bolder. That's it! We need a guardian dog."
The good news Martin shared was overwhelmed by the feelings of sadness at the loss of the lamb. It always seems that way – no matter how good the news, losses always make a greater impact.
"See what's available for a good dog, Martin. Ask for recommendations."
As Martin scrolled through the internet, "Here's a Great Pyrenees and Maremma cross. And it's close by. Don't see anything else that looks appropriate."
After dinner that evening, Martin took a drive to see the puppy. In his introduction to the owner, Martin said he was from Harvest Haven.
"Well, how about that! My niece works there," said the farmer.
Another phone call from Martin.
"Check your email. I sent you a picture."
Sure enough, there was a picture of the cutest puppy. She looked adorable.
"What's her name?"
"We don't know," replied Martin and Jeannie.
Victor grabbed his baby names book, "How about this, 'Estate or home ruler'?"
"And the name is?"
"Harriet!"
We heard Jeannie exclaim excitedly in the background, "That's the name I was thinking!"
"Really, Jeannie? You're kidding."
"No, really. It's the name of a cat in one of the kids' farm games – Harriett, the Herder, who looks after sheep."
"Well, that's it. Harriett!"
There was a brief discussion about whether is should be one "t" at the end of her name or two, so we settled for two…suits her.
There you have it – a sad sheep story that has a Harriett ending.
A word of caution to those driving onto the farm – Drive Slowly. We have kids, cats, and Harriett making their way through the parking lot.