The longer version
How it came together
Susan started with one dog who needed more room than an apartment could give. The farm was already here—an old dairy parcel with a barn that leaked in three places and a view that made the work worth it.
She fixed the roof before she fixed the sign. Volunteers showed up for fence weekends. The county extension office helped with water lines. The café was not the plan; the café was what happened when too many people asked where they could sit down.
Today the farm runs on a simple rule: the dogs eat first, the gates close at night, and the fields rest two days a week so the grass holds.
Same checklist every morning—just more coffee cups and mud boots in the mix than the old dairy ever saw.