Farm Boy : Abraham

Ever since I was five years old, I’ve always loved and thought of dogs as fellow friends, family, and even a person you can talk to. Growing up lonley in the lone country side of Iowa can make a you feel and think that way quite easily. Hell, I even thought dogs were better then my own species.
Growing up, my family purchased dozens of animals. My father being a farmer I guess they need to do that. We had animals like horses, pigs, cows, bulls, chickens, sheep, dogs, and even an ostrich we called Phillip.
As a young child on the farm I found all the animals amazing, and quickly grew a liking to them. You can even call it a big friendship. My parents always left for work early in the morning everyday during the summer and always left me a note on the refrigerator of what to do today. I first received these messages at eight years old and hated seeing those pieces of paper with lists of chorses scribbled on them even if it still meant I would be closer to my animalistic friends. I hated chores you see, but as I grew up more and more each summer, I came to like them.
Now as a fourteen year old teenage boy, I’ve come to enjoy them and actually get excited of what comes next after the one before it. Not because I enjoyed the chores but because of the animals and what they might hold for me.


My bell rang with the same ringtone and at the same time as it has been for the past six years of my life. I moaned as I rolled in my large bed, the matress creating large squeaks with every roll. Eventually my eyes slowly opened as a rusty gate does and I jumped out of bed in a single movement. I stretched quickly on my cold wooden floor and got dressed in my blue jeans and brown t-shirt with a large John Deere logo on it.
I twisted the door knob and walked out of my room and towards the kitchen so I can find out with anticipation of what my chores are today. Hopefully I get to clean the horses today, I haven’t gotten to work with them for over a week now.
I jogged into the kitchen and saw the note hiding on my refrigerator. I quickly rip it off of its sticky substance and read. My eyes scaled over the note within seconds and I found out what I get to do.
Suddenly, I heard a large thud at the front door. I look away from my note and jog towards the door. I quickly opened the door and as expected my favorite dog came running into the house. It was Abraham, our large Saint Brenard. Almost twice my size.