David and Kyle Benjamin
PeeTee, our Trumbull Carolina Dog
Best of breed, best of show at the nursery dog show, a fictional event.
A sleeping Carolina dog keeping my kid comfy. She's a great store greeter
Peetee frolicking on my irrigation/ice hockey pond a month or so after she smiled her way into our car.
When Lucy died (15 yo yellow lab) I asked two veterinary friends what kind of dog to get for long life and few medical problems...1/12,000 of a second later both replied “GET A MUTT.”
Mutt-hunting I went. and now there is a mangy critter running freely on our property- brings life and interest to our nursery. She is really cool looking.
So many people asked what kind of dog she was so I took her to one of the vet-friends who took three gallons of blood with test coming back “basset hound!”
When I was done shredding the $200 test results I found on the internet pictures of “American Dingo...” looked just like her-almost.
So that’s what I say she is.
When Lucy died (15 yo yellow lab) I asked two veterinary friends what kind of dog to get for long life and few medical problems...1/12,000 of a second later both replied “GET A MUTT.”
Mutt-hunting I went. and now there is a mangy critter running freely on our property- brings life and interest to our nursery. She is really cool looking.
So many people asked what kind of dog she was so I took her to one of the vet-friends who took three gallons of blood with test coming back “basset hound!”
When I was done shredding the $200 test results I found on the internet pictures of “American Dingo...” looked just like her-almost.
So that’s what I say she is.
Her name is Peetee (after little rascals pit bull). She is a rescue dog and we believe most of her genes are from the native Carolina dog/American dingo, a breed discovered surviving in packs in the Deep South woods. DNA test results showed 100% Siberian strains. This led scientists to surmise that this breed accompanied arctic wanderers into America when the glaciers melted 15,000 years ago.
She is not purebred, she is a mongrel, with spoonfuls of other breeds sprinkled in here and there. Her mom liked to party on the streets of some Virginia city and was picked up by the "Tails of Courage" rescue located in Danbury.
I had reserved a Black Lab named Amy, said I'd be there in an hour, and by the time I got there they had sold Amy. My kid asked if he could pick up the squirming half breed- the only puppy left in the joint, and because I did not know the puppy-pick-up-rule, I said yes. For those of you who do not know the "puppy-pick-up-rule," it states the following, and I quote directly from Wikipedia:
"Never ever allow a child to pick up, smell, hold, caress, or otherwise google and fawn over an unclaimed puppy less than eight weeks of age unless you are willing to own said dog for the rest of it's life, which could be as long as 12-16 years."
If you are looking for an excellent companion and family member, give one of these a try. It's hard to say she is the best dog I've ever had without hurting the memory of all the others (Heidi, Fritzie, Rusty, Hilda, Beedie, Hazel, Lucy), but that sentence has almost escaped my lips on a couple of occasions (sorry guys!).
She is not purebred, she is a mongrel, with spoonfuls of other breeds sprinkled in here and there. Her mom liked to party on the streets of some Virginia city and was picked up by the "Tails of Courage" rescue located in Danbury.
I had reserved a Black Lab named Amy, said I'd be there in an hour, and by the time I got there they had sold Amy. My kid asked if he could pick up the squirming half breed- the only puppy left in the joint, and because I did not know the puppy-pick-up-rule, I said yes. For those of you who do not know the "puppy-pick-up-rule," it states the following, and I quote directly from Wikipedia:
"Never ever allow a child to pick up, smell, hold, caress, or otherwise google and fawn over an unclaimed puppy less than eight weeks of age unless you are willing to own said dog for the rest of it's life, which could be as long as 12-16 years."
If you are looking for an excellent companion and family member, give one of these a try. It's hard to say she is the best dog I've ever had without hurting the memory of all the others (Heidi, Fritzie, Rusty, Hilda, Beedie, Hazel, Lucy), but that sentence has almost escaped my lips on a couple of occasions (sorry guys!).
Rumors persisted in our family for years that my ancestors were among the first settlers in Newtown Connecticut, confirmed Winter 2018.
The Sherman family (Samuel) bought one square mile from the Indians. I’m sure he ripped the Indians off.
“Hey, squeaking crow, I’ll trade you this pewter belt buckle for one square mile of virgin forest...” Squeaking Crow: “No, two pewter belt buckles.”
“Ok”
The Benjamin family settled in Stratford Ct. in 1632 and the Shermans arrived around the same time. The Benjamins shuffled off to Boston decades later and the Shermans were one of the first families to settle in Newtown Ct. and petition the "governor" for permission to charter the new colony. They were one of the seventeen founding families, but I feel they had the very best property, right at the top of the hill next to the famous flagpole (currently located right smack in the center of the intersection-BIZARRE!). Occasionally, unaware motorists drive directly into the pole ending their lives prematurely.
What I find most unusual is that neither of my parents were born in Connecticut. Dad is from upper state NY, and Mom was born in New Mexico. They moved to Newtown in 1976 and never knew the details of our family history while living here.
Additionally, I find it extremely uncanny that I have basically an agricultural business (that's what my ancestors did) 400 years later halfway between both towns when nobody from either family has lived here for hundreds of years! Because the nursery is on the road that connects both towns, I am sure that the Shermans rode their horses past this property on their way to Newtown. Also, because there could not have been too many people in Stratford Ct in the 1630s, I am absolutely positive that the two families knew each other. I wondered if they liked each other, were friends, or cared not for each other’s company... "Hey Ebeneezer, top of the day to you!" “Go to hell, Sherman!”
Check out your family history if you haven't already!!!
The Sherman family (Samuel) bought one square mile from the Indians. I’m sure he ripped the Indians off.
“Hey, squeaking crow, I’ll trade you this pewter belt buckle for one square mile of virgin forest...” Squeaking Crow: “No, two pewter belt buckles.”
“Ok”
The Benjamin family settled in Stratford Ct. in 1632 and the Shermans arrived around the same time. The Benjamins shuffled off to Boston decades later and the Shermans were one of the first families to settle in Newtown Ct. and petition the "governor" for permission to charter the new colony. They were one of the seventeen founding families, but I feel they had the very best property, right at the top of the hill next to the famous flagpole (currently located right smack in the center of the intersection-BIZARRE!). Occasionally, unaware motorists drive directly into the pole ending their lives prematurely.
What I find most unusual is that neither of my parents were born in Connecticut. Dad is from upper state NY, and Mom was born in New Mexico. They moved to Newtown in 1976 and never knew the details of our family history while living here.
Additionally, I find it extremely uncanny that I have basically an agricultural business (that's what my ancestors did) 400 years later halfway between both towns when nobody from either family has lived here for hundreds of years! Because the nursery is on the road that connects both towns, I am sure that the Shermans rode their horses past this property on their way to Newtown. Also, because there could not have been too many people in Stratford Ct in the 1630s, I am absolutely positive that the two families knew each other. I wondered if they liked each other, were friends, or cared not for each other’s company... "Hey Ebeneezer, top of the day to you!" “Go to hell, Sherman!”
Check out your family history if you haven't already!!!
This house is across the street from the flagpole and the main church in Newtown. It was built by the Shermans and lived in for generations. The rear of this house was occupied by slaves. It is unclear if the slaves were Indians or "African Americans," but it certainly is a stain on my visualizations of my family's history.
My sister got married in the church you see in the picture, and nobody was aware at all of our family history in this town until today!
My sister got married in the church you see in the picture, and nobody was aware at all of our family history in this town until today!
I’ve loved this pitcher ever since I was a little boy.
TURNS OUT, Thomas Knowlton was the very first American army ranger, the very first army intelligence officer, established during the Battle of Harlem in 1776, when he was shot in the back by the British troops attacking Manhattan.
Dont know your family history? Find out before your parents/grandparents die or are too old to tell you anything.
Dont know your family history? Find out before your parents/grandparents die or are too old to tell you anything.
The nursery was started as a roadside stand just after World War Two and grew into a much larger operation by the Wakeman family.
Sarah and Stan Benjamin bought the nursery from John and Charlie Wakeman with everyone chipping in to make the nursery operate smoothly. Stan ran the garden center and the office, Sarah ran the flower shop, and David operated the nursery/ landscaping. Sarah Benjamin worked to please people with anything and everything they needed help with. An inspiration to all in the customer service business.
The nursery specializes in trees, interesting conifers, perennials, shrubs, and all things needed for great landscapes. People come and walk around to see plants and trees growing naturally in settings that help them visualize how they can improve their own yards. Landscaping is like painting!
Lucy. One of the most loyal and loving dogs that ever roamed the earth. She came to work every single day. She trotted alongside the machines all day long till she was ten, then after that till noon until she was twelve. Then after that she would spend most of the day inside or lying in the sun welcoming people and wagging. We almost always tear up when looking at old pictures.
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Lucy, I will ALWAYS love you!!!
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