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Christmas 1990 – Oklahoma Farm & Ranch
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Christmas 1990

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Barry Whitworth, DVM

Area Food/Animal Quality and

Health Specialist for Eastern Oklahoma 

It was Christmas eve.  I was closely monitoring the clock, counting down the minutes until I could head home.  The boss had talked about closing the clinic down early, and I was ready.  My wife and new 9-month old daughter were waiting for me to get off work so we could begin our holiday celebrations.

In the midst of my Yuletide daydreaming, I heard the sound of the boss drive up to the clinic.  He motioned for me to get in and silence filled the truck for a moment.  Finally, the boss broke the quiet, “Barry, I think it’s time for you to ‘get on down the road’.”  When he said, ‘get on down the road’, he was not talking about a farm call.  He was firing me on Christmas Eve.

As I stepped out of the pickup and walked back in the clinic, my mind was racing with the reality of being jobless.  I should have seen this coming.  In fact, in the 8 months that I had worked there, my boss and I had never been on the same page.  I had actively been searching for another job, a fact that I never hid from him.  I left that day with a sense of defeat heavy in my chest.  I prided myself on being an excellent employee.  In my whole life I had never lost a job.  I was accustomed to getting pay raises and praise from my employers.  Instead, that day I was getting a pink slip to take home to my family for Christmas.

As I begin my drive home, fears, doubts, and anxieties began to make themselves at home in my mind.  A sea of questions began to rush in, “Would I ever get another job?” “What would potential employers think when they found out I had been fired?” “Was I cut out to be a veterinarian after all?”  My confidence was wounded, and I felt inadequate.  The classmates I had studied and trained with over the past four years seemed to be breezing through their first year with no hiccups; yet, I had met many obstacles during my first job.  Deep down inside, I felt like an embarrassment to my alma mater.

I rounded the corner and the small trailer that we had called home over the past eight months was in site.  The truck rolled to a stop, and I paused a moment to collect my thoughts before heading inside to break the news to my wife.  The holiday scents and sounds greeted me as I opened the door.  My wife had been preparing all day for our first Christmas with our new baby.  She turned to welcome me home with a cheerful face, but she knew instantly that I did not bring good news.  Tears began to flow when I told her that I had lost my job.  Together we began to wonder how we would make it.  It was not just the two of us anymore.  We had our baby girl to worry about, too.  How would we take care of her?  What if she got sick?  In reality, neither my parents or my in-laws would then or now ever let their granddaughter go without, but in the moment the fears were very real.  We sat contemplating the future full of worry, and the joys of Christmas Eve seemed to drift somewhere far away.

Following our family’s Christmas celebrations, I returned to the clinic to turn in my equipment and pick up my final check.  My employer and I parted as best we could, and then I ‘headed down the road’ to somewhere I did not know.

One morning as I sat at home updating my résumé, the phone rang.  I stopped working and answered the phone.  The person calling was Bill Booth.  He said, “I was wondering if you would bleed some pigs for some of the kids in the local 4H and FFA program.”  Shocked that he had not heard the news, I politely informed Bill that I no longer worked for the veterinary clinic and gave him the number to get a hold my previous employer.  I am not sure if the next words out of Bill’s mouth were said simply because he felt sorry for me or out of compassion, but they are words that I will never forget.  “I did not ask another veterinarian to bleed the pigs.  I ask if you would.”  I was grateful at the thought of making a little money since I had none coming in, but the impact of his call was of greater value to me.  At that moment in my career, those words reassured me of my abilities and worth.  Someone still believed that I was capable.  Someone still believed that I had what it took to be a veterinarian. 

Over the course of my almost 30 years in veterinary medicine, I have worked for many clients, and I have bled hundreds of pigs.  None were as memorable or as important to me as the ones I did that day so early in my career.  Bill’s willingness to reach out and ask me to care for his animals re-instilled in me the confidence that had been wounded and shaken.  I am forever grateful for the kindness that he showed me.

Bill passed away a few years ago.  Upon his death, I relayed to his family how much him giving me that pig bleeding job had meant to me as a young struggling veterinarian.  I told them that one of my biggest regrets was that I never properly thanked him for extending such kindness to me when I needed it the most.  Over the years, I have had many wonderful clients that have touched my life and given me the opportunity to make a living doing what I love.  You, too, have stories like mine.  Stories of a time when someone reached out in kindness to pick you up when you were down.  My hope for you is that this holiday season you would take the time to thank those special people in your life and as well be an encouragement to someone in need.

From my family to yours, may you have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

Read more in the December issue of Oklahoma Farm & Ranch.

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Riding for the Brand

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By: Christopher Dysinger

          According to the Code of the West a man who has integrity is one who rides for the brand. If you are unfamiliar with cowboy parlance this phrase is used to describe being loyal to the outfit you work for. Cowboys were, “intensely loyal to the outfit they were working for and would fight to the death for it. They would follow their wagon boss through hell and never complain.” -Teddy Blue Abbot. Riding for the brand means being loyal and when I consider what it means to be loyal I am reminded of the words of the Lord Jesus to His disciples in Matthew 16:24, “Then said Jesus unto His disciples, If any man will come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross and follow Me.” To me, to take up the cross and follow the Lord is the epitome of what it means to ride for the brand.

          When you place your trust in the Lord Jesus you are signing on to His outfit, to speak the language of the West. When you called upon the name of the Lord Jesus by faith, He saved you and from this point you are riding for His brand. In taking up your cross and following Him you have pledged to be loyal, and this means you face any hardship or trial like a cowboy on the trail moving the herd. Any complaint must be swallowed in the same way you would swallow a cup of coffee. When I hear our faith and loyalty to the Lord Jesus put into these terms it stirs something within me that moves me to keep right on riding for the brand.

          Louis L’amour wrote, “Riding for the brand was an expression of loyalty to a man’s employer or the particular outfit he rode for. It was considered a compliment of the highest order in an almost feudal society. If a man didn’t like a ranch or the way they conducted their affairs he was free to quit, and many did; but if he stayed, he gave loyalty and expected it. A man was rarely judged by his past only by his actions. Many a man who came west left things behind him he would rather forget, so it was not the custom to ask questions. Much was forgiven if a man had courage and integrity and if he did his job. If a man gave less than his best, somebody always had to pick up the slack, and he was not admired.” It is the same when a person gives his or her heart to Jesus. 

          When you come to the Lord Jesus you are not judged by your past. When you come to the Lord Jesus, repenting of sin and seeking forgiveness, everything from your past is left behind. All will be forgiven. 1 John 1:9 reads, “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” When you place your faith in the Lord Jesus you are promising to be loyal and in return you will receive the same. He has promised that He will never leave us or forsake us. When you walk with the Lord Jesus through life you are indeed, “riding for the brand.”

          “Riding for the brand” is not just an expression of loyalty nor is it just an expression of pride, it is also an expression of love. When a cowboy claims to be riding for the brand, he is telling any other outfit who may seek his loyalty, that he cannot give it, because he has given his word to another. It is the same when we pledge our faith and loyalty to the Lord Jesus. If any would call us away from Christ we cannot go, because we are riding for the brand.

The End

This article is an excerpt from the book, The Bible and the Code of the West by Dr. Christopher Dysinger.

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Farm Dogs & Table Scraps

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Growing up on a farm, our dogs were tough. They roamed the pastures, slept under the barn, and ate just about anything they could get their paws on—whether we meant for them to or not. I’ll admit, I never thought twice when one of our old cow dogs snatched a biscuit off the table or licked up a spill from the barn floor. I’ve even seen a dog steal a whole rib bone off a plate and trot off like he’d won the lottery. And somehow, they always seemed fine.

But here’s the thing—just because they survived doesn’t mean it was safe. For every farm dog that lucked out, there’s another that wasn’t so fortunate. Some human foods can be downright toxic to dogs, and a little bit of bad luck (or a smaller, more sensitive dog) can turn a harmless snack into an emergency.

Common toxic foods lying around the farmhouse

Are table scraps good for your dog? (Stock photo)

If you’ve got a farm dog—or any dog, really—you need to be aware of the dangers lurking in everyday foods. Some of the biggest culprits include:

Chocolate – The darker it is, the worse it is. Even a little can cause vomiting, seizures, or worse.

Grapes & Raisins – No one’s exactly sure why, but they can cause kidney failure fast.

Onions & Garlic – In large enough amounts, these can destroy red blood cells, leading to anemia.

Xylitol (Found in Sugar-Free Gum & Candy) – This artificial sweetener can send a dog’s blood sugar crashing and cause liver failure.

Alcohol – Even small amounts can be deadly to dogs, affecting their nervous system much more than it does ours.

Bones from Cooked Meat – While not necessarily toxic, they can splinter and cause serious internal injuries.

Macadamia Nuts – These can lead to weakness, vomiting, and even paralysis in dogs.

What to do if your dog eats something toxic

First, don’t panic—but don’t ignore it either. If you know your dog ate something dangerous, call your vet immediately. They can tell you whether to induce vomiting or if it’s something that requires urgent care. If it’s after hours, contact the ASPCA Animal Poison Control Center (888-426-4435) or the Pet Poison Helpline (855-764-7661).

Prevention is always the best medicine, so keep toxic foods out of reach. That might mean keeping the trash can secured, making sure kids don’t slip the dog a treat under the table, or just being more mindful of what’s left on the counter.

Our farm dogs might have been lucky, but luck isn’t a great strategy when it comes to their health. A little awareness goes a long way in making sure they stay happy, healthy, and ready for the next day’s work.

For more information
ASPCA Animal Poison Control: www.aspca.org/pet-care/animal-poison-control

Pet Poison Helpline: www.petpoisonhelpline.com

Visit www.akc.org/expert-advice/nutrition/foods-your-dog-should-never-eat

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Summer Squash and Corn Chowder

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By Lacey Vilhauer

Total time: 40 minutes

Servings: 6-7

Ingredients

  • 6 slices bacon, cooked and crumbled and 1 1/2 Tbsp rendered bacon fat reserved
  • 1 1/2 lbs yellow squash, chopped (about 3 medium)
  • 2/3 cup thinly sliced celery
  • 1 cup diced onion
  • 1 Tbsp flour
  • 2 cloves garlic, minced
  • 2 3/4 cup milk (I used 1%)
  • 5 cups canned or fresh cut corn (from about 6 ears corn), divided
  • 1/2 cup heavy cream
  • 1 1/2 tsp chopped fresh thyme (or 1/2 tsp dried)
  • 3/4 tsp salt, then more to taste
  • 1/4 tsp freshly ground black pepper, then more to taste if desired
  • 3/4 cup shredded cheddar cheese, for serving
  • Chopped green onion for garnish (optional)
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Instructions

Heat 4 tsp reserved bacon fat in a large pot over medium-high heat. Add celery and onion and sauté 2 minutes then add the squash. 

Saute until tender, about 6 minutes, adding in garlic and flour during last 2 minutes of sauteing. Reduce heat slightly.

Add 1 1/2 cups milk, 2 cups of the corn, thyme, salt and pepper to the sauteed veggies. 

To a blender add remaining 3 cups of corn, remaining 1 1/4 cups milk and the cream. Process in blender until nearly smooth (about 30 seconds). 

Add pureed mixture to pot and stir to blend. Cook until mixture reaches a light boil. 

Serve warm with shredded cheese, crumbled bacon and sliced green onions if desired.

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