Freedom forever, from barn life to apartments

I am that person. I have kept a terrier in an apartment for their whole life. People judge me and rental companies hate me. It doesn't help that terriers get a (well deserved) bad rap.
The thing is I know what I am doing. I have had a terrier my whole life. I can't imagine my life without their second opinion involved. They keep me down-to-earth, it might have something to do with their short stature, honest and lighthearted. So I should do right by my dogs after all.

That terrier smile.

But I know it's not true. They born with a wild side, one I have indulged and loved. They have wrestled in the hay, chased mice out of the grain and made friends with their other domesticated brethren. They have slept outdoors, jumped into rivers and water troughs, chased four wheelers, ridden in and on countless vehicles and now know what it is like.
I do not care what anyone else has said, there is nothing as brilliant as bringing out the buried genetic code within your dog. Watching a dog discover what it's like to let go and do what they were designed to do is honestly, for me, a moving experience and the closest thing I can find to miracles.
I believe that a farm dog is the happiest dog now. Before I did not quite understand what it could offer that I could not living in the suburbs. Now I have realized that while my dogs are happy just being and working with me, nothing takes the place of living that life.
I have always found time to take my dogs out and work them. Take them packing and back out into the great wide world and will continue to do so. I know they are happy just doing what I am doing even if that's just a stroll downtown.
Anyone who has had a farm or ranch dog knows they will always have that side of them. My dogs still can't help it. Anytime we drive by cattle or fresh cut hay they perk up. roll down the window and cry as we drive by.