
Nancy Rago
47K posts

Nancy Rago
@greenbacksaving
Come check out some items that we sell on Ebay! Just look up greenback-a-saving and find our items!










You know who you are. On April 17, you saw me in my yard with my dog. You watched a freak mishap occur. You saw the collar slip over my dog's head. You saw me immediately react, bringing my dog under control as quickly as I could manage without her leaving my property. You heard me apologize and wish you an enjoyable rest of your walk and a great day. You saw me smile. After seeing that, you did not choose to show me understanding. You called the police. Maybe you told one of your buddies, who called the police on your behalf. Either way, you chose litigiousness over grace. For an incident that left no victims. The police took my family's dog for that. A dog we've had for ten years. A dog I bonded with in war. Now she's in a concrete cell and I face criminal charges over an incident that left no victims. I've been angry at you. But I am no more. I choose forgiveness. Not for your sake, but for mine. You are free to hate me if you want, but I will not hate you in return. I do not want to carry that weight. I'm sure that you have managed to convince yourself that you were in the right. That you were perfectly justified in calling the police on me over the freak collar mishap. That taking away a family's dog and putting a law-abiding citizen who has never wanted to be anything but a good neighbor to you through a living hell was the right thing to do. These words of mine are not going to convince you otherwise, but time may. "Every way of a man is right in his own eyes, But the Lord weighs the hearts." I pray that the Lord will find me a humble servant, doing justly, loving mercy and walking humbly with Him when he weighs my heart. I am a work in progress, but I'm trying to let the Word be my guide and His will be my own. When I say that I forgive you, I mean that sincerely. I hold you no ill will and I will not hold a grudge against you. Not for one day more. I wish you nothing but the best. I hope that God blesses you and your family. #SaveLucy @LoneStarChica @MoonAndBack69 @catturd2

Our fight to #SaveLucy, the dog who survived war, is getting media attention. She saved me ten years ago. Now I'm fighting to save her. Thanks to Mason Willett at WHSV Harrisonburg. @Herb_Minstrel is radiant. @LoneStarChica, this couldn't have happened without you. @catturd2

Took Lucy treats. Couldn't see her. One of the ladies took a video of her. She sent it to me along with the following message: "Praying for a positive outcome soon for Lucy! 🙏" These people are heroes. God bless them. But I want my dog back. #SaveLucy @Herb_Minstrel

I have always loved tales of courage in the face of long odds. Maybe that's why To Kill a Mockingbird has always been one of my favorite stories. In a world dominated by groupthink and mob rule, only one man had the courage to swim against the current. It was a world of suspicion, where rumors quietly whispered gave rise to groundless fears. I see parallels between that world and my own. Lucy sits in jail today as the mob kindles their torches and brandishes their pitchforks expecting a lynching, fueled by rumors fed by gossip and lies. She's a bit like Tom Robinson, the gentle black man falsely accused of having raped a white woman. It did not matter that he could not have done it physically. It fit the biases of a fearful society. Sometimes, even I have misunderstood Lucy. Years ago, we got three ducks. They seemed to bond with Lucy. They would sleep next to her and lay down pressed against her. Sometimes even on top of her. She endured it patiently. One day, we found one dead with what seemed to be bite marks on its back. Lucy was holding it in her mouth. @Herb_Minstrel and I were shocked. We began to see her as a loose cannon; guardian and predator in equal measure. We kept her in the house the next few days. Soon another duck died, leaving only a pile of feathers. We observed the final moments of the third duck. Death came from the skies in the shape of an owl striking at dusk. We saw then that it had never been Lucy. Those were not bite marks. They were the marks of talons. Lucy must have come just too late. She was gently holding it because it had been her friend. She was sad. Sheepdogs are easily confused with wolves by the sheep. In reality, they are the only thing keeping the wolves from the sheep. Shortly after we moved here, a bear visited. We could see its footprints. It stayed out of our fields. Our sheepdogs guarded them diligently. The bear also didn't visit our neighbors' houses, where dogs, cats, and children may have been outside, oblivious to the danger that lurked nearby. Our barking dogs protected the neighborhood. One of the following days, it may have even been the next day, my wife got a text from a neighbor complaining about how the barking had made her hot tub less relaxing the previous night. Sheep don't understand sheepdogs. In To Kill a Mockingbird, Boo Radley was misunderstood. Horrific stories and childhood superstitions portrayed him as a monster. A boogeyman. He was neither. He was a sheepdog. He protected children and saved them from murder. Like Lucy protects her ducks. #SaveLucy, the dog who survived war. A few seconds of Lucy with geese and sheep.

In the wake of our press release, some of our neighbors have come out of the woodwork to tell “their side” of the story. The anger raging in me is real right now—so forgive this long post—but I am done with the lies, gossip, and half-truths that keep getting spread around as fact. Fact: Our neighbors had an issue with us since the day we moved in — long before Lucy was ever involved. After moving in, I went over to introduce myself and was met with obvious coldness. It’s always baffled me. For well over a year BEFORE the incident with Lucy, we dealt with constant complaints, repeated police visits (well over a dozen!), complaints about dogs barking (from houses football fields away!), specious animal welfare checks, and multiple court appearances over complaints that never held up. Every single time these matters reached court, the rulings overwhelmingly fell in our favor. Every time. We have fought tooth and nail simply for the right to live peacefully on our own property and maintain our homestead beside an elitist neighborhood that has made it abundantly clear they do not want us here. The situation with Lucy simply became the opportunity certain individuals had been waiting for to finally try to push our family out for good. For two years these neighbors have used the authorities and legal system to intimidate and abuse us. I have dozens of messages and documented interactions showing the hostility our family has faced from the beginning — being told to leave, move elsewhere, and being treated as though we do not belong here. I have proof of gossip chains where deliberate, blatant lies have been spread as fact about us. The fearmongering got so out of control that even our mail delivery was affected. We had to make daily trips to the post office because our delivery driver became afraid to come to our house due to rumors that we had “multiple dangerous dogs.” Furthermore, the amount of surveillance and stalking required so that people who live miles away with zero view of our property know about the happenings of our homestead is unsettling at the least! They have even shared screenshots from my personal social media accounts with each other while spreading more lies and rumors. Half of these people involved we’ve never even met! All of which I have physical proof of. None of that has anything to do with Lucy! People can say whatever they want online, but I invite anyone to come see our little farm and our animals for themselves. Our animals are healthy, loved, and well cared for. I have devoted my entire life to creating a healthy and peaceful environment and life for my family, and anyone who has actually visited our property or knows us personally knows that. Our fencing is secure (my husband has seen to that), and it has been well over a year since any thing has been able to enter or exit our animal fields. Facts: We are not perfect people, and we don’t pretend to be. But we are good people. We work hard, and have cooperated every step of the way — even voluntarily accepting restrictions and labels on our elderly dog in hopes that it would finally satisfy the complaints and allow us peace. Instead, those concessions became weapons used against us, and our neighbors have never offered an ounce of grace. Ever. A month ago Lucy slipped out of her collar for mere seconds on our own property. A neighbor happened to see it, calls were immediately made, and suddenly we found ourselves fighting not only for our dog’s life, but against serious legal consequences and public character assassination. Despite the rumors, despite the harassment, and despite the attempts to paint us as irresponsible or dangerous, the actual legal record speaks for itself. So yes — if people want “both sides,” then they deserve to hear this side too. Because for far too long, our family has stayed silent while our names and character have been publicly dragged through the mud and torn apart for years. And I’m over it. #savelucy

After I separated from the military, I continued to deploy as a contractor. Many don't realize that we often claim to have no boots on the ground in a given theater because we have no uniformed troops there. But we do. Their uniform is 5.11 cargo pants and black zip-up fleeces. I know. I was one of them. I didn't ask to stop deploying. I was forced into it. I got a bad neurological report. Spinocerebellar ataxia, type 14. Never heard of it, right? It's one of the rare ones. I think of it like a slow progressing ALS. It's characterized by a steadily deteriorating sense of balance and coordination. It makes things that used to be easy, difficult. It makes things that used to be difficult, impossible. It's not going to shorten my life, God willing, but it will make my later years look different than I had hoped. I obviously couldn't keep deploying. I did my final tour - one last hurrah to the same desert where I had earlier met Lucy. It was a much safer place this time. I made a point to stop by our old camp and visit the spot where I had once played with my dog when she was a sad faced pup in the desert. What I didn't know is that a short time later, I'd be out of a job, a casualty of Biden's vaccine mandate. As someone rendered non-deployable, nobody went to bat for me. In those uncertain times, they wanted to retain the people they could use as boots on the ground. So I was shown the door. It felt like Uncle Sam had spat in my face. At the same time, @Herb_Minstrel's music school closed on orders of the Virginia Health Department prohibiting in-person music lessons. In the blink of an eye, our family's source of income had disappeared. But Lucy remained a source of comfort. When I deployed, I felt better leaving my wife and kids knowing she was home to protect them. When I had to stop traveling, she kept my experiences alive; a living, breathing link to the past. D.C. once took away my livelihood. Richmond took away my wife's. Now, the county is trying to take away our dog. We can't let them. #SaveLucy



I hate the spotlight. The stage is a scary place. I just want a quiet life. But this cause is worth it. Lucy is worth it. This is not just about Lucy. What has happened to me and Lucy will happen again. It will repeat, over and over. In Kalamazoo, Michigan. In Walla Walla, Washington. In Schenectady, New York. To Joe and Buddy. To Mike and Sadie. To Jane and Teddy. It will happen to them, but nobody will know. They will love their dogs no less than I love Lucy, but nobody will hear their story. It will not steal the spotlight the way Lucy's story has. They will cry out for justice, but it will be in vain. Few will listen. Few, but the Lord above will. God put Lucy and me in the spotlight to be their voice. To advocate for Joe, Mike, and Jane. To advocate for Buddy, Sadie, and Teddy. To push for change. Lord, let me live up to the responsibility you have placed on my shoulders. This crap needs to never happen again. Never, never, never, never, never. #SaveLucy @Herb_Minstrel @LoneStarChica @catturd2

Took Lucy treats. Couldn't see her. One of the ladies took a video of her. She sent it to me along with the following message: "Praying for a positive outcome soon for Lucy! 🙏" These people are heroes. God bless them. But I want my dog back. #SaveLucy @Herb_Minstrel
