I started the dairy and everything I had went into getting it into the black.
The only business experience she had was the goat dairy, the non-functional farm and a horse ranch that had been in the fetal stage for years.
Here's one you should know after raising dairy goats.
Not the dairy, and certainly not her love life.
If the dairy didn't prove profitable, she would have to go back to Wal-Mart.
The sun wouldn't be up for another hour, but the block walls of the dairy loomed clearly in the white landscape.
I'm going to make this dairy a success if it kills me.
The dairy door swung open with a blast of cold air and Alex paused in the doorway.
The dairy was warm, a fire burning brightly in the home made wood stove.
They dipped and whirled and danced around the dairy floor until the music ended.
Still, we're so different, and she's giving up so much – the dairy, her home...
The dairy wasn't that important to Carmen.
The dairy gave her purpose... hope.
Just think, it was the goat dairy that brought Alex to you, and I was the one who came up with the idea.
Selling the dairy goats had erased a part of her identity.
It struck her suddenly that she missed the goat dairy – or at least what it represented.
He guarded your dairy herd and he's watching your goats now.
The white block walls of the dairy remained solid, but the windows were dark.
The dairy and adjoining barns would make a nice bunkhouse - sometime.
The money from the dairy equipment and stock was still in the bank.
This was where he had trailed the wild dogs that had attacked her and the dairy herd so long ago.
Without the dairy she had no income.
The old dairy would be converted into a bunkhouse, adding more room.
The mares were now kept in the renovated dairy barn and they ran in a separate pasture.
I thought the dairy was nothing more than an income.
His interest in the goat dairy had brought him to her in the beginning.
It's like the goat dairy, isn't it?
Hearing that she once had a goat dairy might have piqued his interest, though.
The dairy wasn't simply a financial endeavor, as Mums had thought.
Asheville is a market for live-stock, dairy products, lumber and fruits, and has various manufactories (in which a good water-power is utilized), including tanneries, cotton mills, brick and tile factories, and a wood-working and veneer plant.
Every week, I buy my milk from a small local dairy on the day it comes forth from the cow.