Must-Herd
The official pun-forward dispatch
Silly stories, low-rider drama, and the occasional jar of truth from the Hudson Valley. If you came for serious agricultural journalism, we still love you—just lower your expectations to hot dog height.
8 dispatches — pick a layout.
Bun Intended: Notes From the Wiener Dog Café Comment Box
Real(ish) visitor feedback, curated for pun density and emotional support.
Read postLow Rider, High Drama: Field Reports From Six Inches Off the Ground
Turf disputes, stick politics, and the emotional journey of a leaf that looked suspicious.
Read postSauce-Age Confidential: What’s Really in the Jar
Rumors fly about our Sauce-age line. This dispatch separates relish from rumor—mostly.
Read postDachshund You Believe It’s Already Patio Season?
The café umbrellas are up, the low riders are sunbathing, and someone submitted a haiku about kielbasa.
Read postMustard, Must-Herd, Must Nap
A philosophical investigation into condiments, collective behavior, and why the yellow jar is always empty on event days.
Read postLinks of a Feather Nap Together
Field notes on herd synchronization: when one dachshund flops, the rest consider it a binding resolution.
Read postThe Wurst Pun Run in Hudson Valley History
Our annual fun run is 5K in name only. Most participants stop for photos, sniff every stump, and debate whether “wurst” is spelled correctly.
Read postA Frank Opinion on Frank Names
If you yell “Frank!” at our farm, seventeen heads turn—only two of them belong to humans. Here is our official stance on celebrity sausage aliases.
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