I donât know how to help our minitature teacup poodle, Froo-Froo. What would we ever do without Froo-Froo? He is the best homestead dog there ever was! He is worth his weight in goldâ¦.all fourteen ounces of him. Froo-Froo, the homestead dog, is our hero. Did I ever tell ya about the time the cattle stampeded during one heck of a thunderstorm? Darkness filled the sky and then came the earsplitting crack of lightening! The leader of the herd broke rank and started runninâ for the fenceline, in a matter of seconds the rest followed him. They ran right thru the bobwahr fence. The thunder of their poundinâ hooves was deafening! Through the the glimpses I caught every time a bolt of lightening went thru the sky, I could see Froo-Froo runninâ at top speed. He had the leader of the herd dead-for-rights in his sights. That homestead dog caught the leader, nippinâ at his heels and yappinâ for all he was worth. Well, to make a long story short, Froo-Froo turned the herd back into itself and stopped the stampede! I rewarded Froo-Froo that night by giving him a bath with the special expensive shampoo that the Vet sold me. I would sure miss Froo-Froo. He follows me all day long while Iâm on the tractor. He pulls snakes outa their holes and kills themâ¦same with the pocket gophersâ¦.heâs always helpful like that on the olâ homestead. Froo-Froo, the homestead poodle, is a great hunting dog, too. He can find grouse in the thickest, deepest coverts. He just freezes and points! Heâs an expert at treeinâ coons and other varmints. And waterfowl huntinâ, he jumps right in after those downed ducks and geese without any hesitation. Sometimes, he has little problem bustinâ thru the thin lake ice on a cold November morning, but thatâs okay. But last night was horrible! Ya see, my homestead dog never sleeps, every night Froo-Froo is out there patrolling the perimeter or our farmyard, keeping the predators at bay. But last night proved too be too much for our hero. A whole pack of wild-eyed, starvinâ coyotes came sauntering in the farmyard looking for a free chicken and goat dinner! Heck, them durn critters never knew what hit âem when Froo-Froo attacked! It was one hess of mess, that thar fight last night in the chicken coop! All I could see was dust and blood a flyinâ everywhere. The sound of Froo-Frooâs ferocious yap echoed through the cold night air. Froo-Froo fought off all five of those âyotes, killinâ three oâ them, but I fear he might me mortally wounded. What should I do, do I take him to the Vet?