If you have children visiting on the farm and they have taken their dog, here is what happens to them, according to the Farm Woman down on the Neosho: WAW
When girls from town come out they like to ride the pony. He is as gentle as a purring kitten. They climb on and hold tight rein in each hand and the poor horse doesn’t know what to do. Neither do they. He prances a few steps. We tell them to loosen the rein. They look at us askance but by that time are desperate enough to try most anything. The moment the rein is slacked the horse knows what to do and starts down the road.
The town dog has a hard life in the country. He thinks the fat heifers are interesting and yip-yaps at them whereupon the heifers lower their heads, raise the tails and take after the hound. The boys tire of his interference in their play and they chuck him in the house. The homemaker on the farm is too busy to have a dog underfoot and she leads him to the granary.
Poor pup, surrounded by tanks, screenings, salt and likely a few mice. He whimpers, he barks frantic-ally, he demands to be let out of that dark interior. All sounds fall on deaf ears.
The dog, center of attraction at home, is relegated to the granary on the farm.