Thinking about what you have said, here.
The terriers … they were terriers. Jack Russells. They were part of the farm as well. We bred them for sale, and they kept mice and squirrels out of the feed. And they were wonderful companions, and they argued occasionally.
It seems like, in our modern universe, we have learned to protect ourselves (insulate?) from the kind of danger that was commonplace when I was growing up. Farming, logging, commercial fishing, mining, millwork; these were the “normal” occupations in that part of the country. They all had dangers that could be minimized if you were smart and careful. Accidents happened, though, often enough. Often enough it seemed like part of life.