For some reason, I feel compelled to write about how my adopted poodle is adapting to farm life. Pepper was named “Feather” as a puppy. My mom and her boyfriend, picked him up at a pet store when someone walked in to return him. They had purchased the poodle a week before, and they returned him to the store like damaged goods, declaring that they didn’t want him. My mom had enormous compassion for him, and she bought him on  ...