Rescued Puppies

December 20, 2010

It’s 12:45am and I can’t sleep so I may as well get something done that isn’t too disruptive. I’ve had one crazy couple of weeks. I really thought that when I no longer had to commute to work that I would have a significant amount of free time. I’m sure that I do, I just don’t know where I seem to have misplaced it. I promised myself that I would work on time management but I first have to find where I put the dang time at!

On the 10th I rescued a mother dog and three puppies. A friend in my community posted on Facebook how her daughter rescued a puppy and I was touched by the post. I had a think on it over night and in the morning decided it was possible for me to do something about the others.

The owners had a substance abuse problem and locked the dogs inside a small dumpy place they had been living in and moved down the street. They left the dogs locked inside this house to slowly die. Two of the puppies did die. It really makes me sick that there are people like this in the world.

As you can imagine the puppy’s bellies were very swollen with worms and all of their bones were a little too obvious. The mother dog was in no better condition. I was too afraid to worm them the first few days and my vet agreed that it could be too much of a shock to their systems. I wormed them last Monday and let me tell you what a treat that was. At the risk of being too gross, I have never seen worms that long; snakes yes, worms no.

During this second week their swollen bellies have really receded and only two of them look super thin. But the good news is that they are getting their energy back and sparkle in their eyes.  I think the thing that shocked me the most when I first brought them home was that I expected them to be hungry but it is what happened when I put down a bowl of water that finally moved me to tears. They were fighting over it. Even the mother dog was fighting off the puppies so that she could drink.

All I can think about is how unnecessary this all was. The local newspaper has a program that you can apply for a neuter/spay voucher and when you take your dog in to the local vet it will only cost you $10.00. I am applying today for these vouchers for the rescued dogs in hopes it will better their chances of finding a good home.

When I bring them up to people asking if anyone would like a sweet, loving dog to take home to a safe home every single person has asked me, “What kind of dog is it?” Does it matter? They are mixed breed. One person I met locally said it best, “People here are back yard breeders”. They do not care for the animal and if it even slightly resembles a particular breed they will breed the female to the point of death so people who don’t know better will pay for $300.00. They tell anyone who will listen, their dog has “papers”. What the dogs really need are papers for the people!

Or… they think their dog is so special they refuse to neuter/spay because they are going to breed it. I know someone who bought a dog and paid $300.00 for it and they are convinced that the dog is something special and they want to breed it. They do not get shots for it, they do not buy dog food for it, they let it roam in the streets and couldn’t be bothered to train it to do anything but they want an opportunity to make money off of it. I nearly laughed out loud! This dog is anything but a good example of the breed in question and at the very least should be removed from the living conditions.  (stepping down off my soap box now)

I feel compelled to do something other than rescue and foster the dogs that I currently have under my protection. However, as my friends know… I am a bit of a bull (bully!) in a china shop. When I feel passionate about something I have a very hard time opening my mind to how others feel. It is my way or the highway.

BIG TOPIC CHANGE AHEAD!!! WARNING!

I met someone in the past couple of years who left a very strong impression on me. I’ve been influenced both bad and good by many people who have been in my life. Most of them good and I hope that I picked up a few more of the good traits from those that I admire than the not so perfect ones. However, this one lady embodies many qualities that I find myself wishing I had more of. She is kind, gentle, patient and soft spoken. She really is the sweetest person I have ever met. From Ingerlise I hope to have more gentleness in my dealings with others.

The past few days were filled with so much self pity that I nearly didn’t have room for anything else in my day. When I am alone for days on end with the company of these fantastic animals that I live with I have started to think back on the people who have come into my life and if I can practice a bit of the traits that I lov about them.

If I did that would I totally loose “me”? If I lost a bit of me and gained a bit more of qualities that I admire would that be so bad?

Remind me not to skip my Wednesday lunch date with LaVerne & Jonathan, it is virtually my only contact with humans these days and they really help keep me grounded and keep me from being so introspective.



Poor Fergus with frostbite



Lastly, Fergus got a bit of frostbite this week on his comb. I feel that I have let him down. His comb was, I am convinced, the most perfect comb on a rooster in the entire world. I am told that the black bits will fall off and that I need to watch for infection. I have been keeping him inside at night and only letting him out in the “warmer” day time.

I really get a kick out of the comments I get when I listen to the Chicken Whisperer radio show and I put my “cam” on with Fergus perched on my shoulder. He will occasionally gently groom my hair. He seems fascinated in watching the computer screen and he could sit on my shoulder for hours. Fergus is NOT food, but is a beloved pet, and gives far more to me than I am sure he gets in return.

I took a few photos of some of my gang and posted on Facebook. From Our Coop To Yours. Anyway… please wish me luck in finding homes for the dogs. Merry Christmas… may God bless you all.

CK= Chicken Killer

November 30, 2010

CK…

This is Zoe’s new nick name. CK stands for chicken killer. Yes, the unthinkable happened. Zoe killed one of my fancy new hens. I cried because I was angry with her for breaking a trust. I can no longer let her run free.



RIP Columbian Rock Hen!





At the end of the day and two weeks later I have a bit more clarity on the subject. She looks and acts like a bird dog. Why on earth would I be surprised that she did what comes natural? At the end of the day keeping the chickens safe is my job.

On to my fancy new chickens: I forget how long it’s been since I’ve written. I won a 2 free hotel night stay so that I could attend the Ohio National Poultry Show. I won this from the Chicken Whisperer radio show. I am so glad that I went and I really learned a lot. While I was in Ohio, one of the Chicken Whisperer cult members helped me to pick out a couple of chickens that were so beautiful! They won’t be dinner. I got two pairs of bantams: Buff Brahma and Columbian Rock. 



Black Australorp Jonesy



The biggest thing I learned is that you can not truly appreciate the size of a chicken in a brochure. I must have looked a rite simpleton with my mouth hanging open when I came to the English breed section which included the Orphingtons and the Black Australorps. They are massive chickens! Most of their huge size is really from their feathers but don’t get me wrong… Jonsey has been accused of being a turkey. Jonsey is the fifth chicken I went home with, a Black Australorp rooster. I named him after a dark haired, handsome Australian guy that I know. That and I couldn’t think of any Australian men’s names.



Buff Brahma Bantam



Today she taught me a new lesson. A lesson in eggs. I have a large planter on the porch that my two white banty hens use to lay their eggs in. Today she kept walking by the planter and the last thing I wanted her thinking is that she can eat those chickens! I told her no and she moved along to go do her business.

The next thing I knew is she ran into the house got as far as the dining room before she dropped an egg she had in her mouth! Arrrgggg! Now she has decided she likes eggs! I yelled at her and made her stay outside while I let the other dog “clean: up the mess.





I even eat the shells!





I opened the door to let her back in and she wasn’t there so I went looking for her. She was at the side of the house running to me with another egg in her mouth. Wait a minute! She found the place where the Red Devils had started laying their eggs. I praised her this time and got her to show me the spot. She pulled out a few more for me and after me taking three of them away from her, I guess she had had enough. She ran to the front door and dropped a fourth egg so it would break and it was a double yoker. My girl ain’t no dummy! I put the uneaten three eggs in the planter to try and show the hens where I want them to lay but I will have to let the dogs eat them as I’ve no clue how old they are.

So I’ve been busy learning hard lessons the past couple of weeks. The Red Devils will NOT get the best of me and they are in for a rude surprise tomorrow when they don’t get to free range.



Mama's free range eggs are YUMMY!

When is time to take away the nuk?

November 9, 2010

When is the proper age to take away the nuk?

My cousin for what ever reason had a nuk that she had left over at our house one day. The puppy discovered it and it has been a favorite toy ever since. She really does suck on  it like a toddler would. If I let her keep it for too long will she get bucked teeth?

Speaking of teeth, do any of you brush your dog’s teeth? I’ve only for sure known one person that brushed her dogs teeth. I can not imagine getting Zoe to set still for two seconds to do it. She would just try to bite me like she normally does. My hands are riddled with scratches from sharp nails and teeth. She is getting better about not biting so much but when I play with her toys with her I inevitably get torn up.

To squeek or not to squeek… is that really the question? I personally love the sound of her working on her squeaky toys. There is absolute joy in the sound; I know it is pure happiness for her in that moment and I am not annoyed one little bit! Paul has asked why I insist on continuing to buy toys that squeek but honestly, every time she plays with it I smile so much and everyone needs something in their day that makes them smile.

The day is fast approaching when I will have to deliver the mail in Mount Nebo all by myself. I am beginning to panic because I am only now realizing how short my arms are. This is not something I have ever given a great deal of thought on. I just accepted my short extremities “in stride” so to speak. (pardon the pun) and have spent a small fortune getting clothes adjusted for me over the years.

But on November 22^nd I will have to reach across my center console and open the mail boxes on the opposite side of the Jeep with my 24 inch arms and pray for a miracle.  All this so that my local postman (John) can have the deer season opener off. How on earth did I get conned into this? I have spent 3-4 mornings every week in the post office learning to sort mail for the good people of Mount Nebo. I feel I now know the actual rural mail route and the big day approaches.

Do you think it would be too awful for me to hope for some very contagious disease? Nothing too awful … maybe something like mono? It’s just a thought.  

While I am at it… do your postal carrier a favor. Make sure your address is correct from everyone that you get mail from. They had a big 911 change of address out here and you wouldn’t believe the amount of mail that still comes to the old addresses. Keep in mind that this happened ages and ages ago! It’s sorta like “be kind and rewind”. Practice good karma for your postal carrier! P.S. cookies and other goodies are normally a welcome site too! J

To save money because I am a cheap azz I have decided to build a chicken coop instead of buying one coz they really do cost a fortune. What a freaking racket that is!!!  Any suggestions on what works, doesn’t work and on rodent/predator proofing is greatly welcome!!!

Anyway… enjoy the pic of Zoe while I go outside and rake the leaves and hunt for eggs.

Tut! Tut! Looks like sleet!

November 5, 2010

First sleet of the season and I am not ready! You heard it here first. I am not ready and I’m not afraid to admit it! I received an invitation to go on a Fiji familiarization trip at a steal of a price. I did go to Fiji about two years ago but part of the trip was ruined by Cyclone Gene. It is very tempting to skip out of here right as it is turning cold and run away to the South Pacific for some beach and sun… but it is for November 28^th and that is not enough time to plan. Plus… it is over hunting season and this is my second year and I don’t want to miss it. Excuses, excuses. (I must be loosing my mind!)

I was a bit late getting to the pen to let the chickens out this morning and somebody laid an egg and it wasn’t Jenny’s usual teaspoon size eggs. This one was a regular sized egg. This means that one of the Red Devils is layin’ but nobody claimed it. As a matter of fact… one of the chickens actually pecked it and broke it open! But then again, one of the younger ones may have just been curious about the egg. Could be something more sinister happening… Maybe one of the other hens was jealous and wanted to kill the egg. 

I still have no chicken coop and this weekend is going to be our first cold snap. I am probably over worried about my chickens but they are a bit like pets to me. At least the banties are! This week I did buy an infrared heating lamp for them but that sucker draws a lot of power. I have bought compact fluorescents for most of the house helping it will compensate for the extra energy used. Note to self… would love to get some solar panels one day!

This week also marked another growing up moment for me. Years ago I had a Rolling Stone subscription that I had paid for. It was before I met John. Way back when Kalin and I were roommates. Since then I have not wanted any other magazines other than T3 during the brief time it was in print here in the States.

Sharing a blanket on a chilly night.

Yesterday I ordered two subscriptions. Back Yard Poultry; which makes sense as I’m very into this whole back yard poultry movement. The other magazine was something I remember seeing Tom Littlejohn have; Mother Earth News. He really liked it and I had a very deep respect for him while growing up that has never changed. I’m glad he was a big part of my life even though there were times that I rebelled against it! I miss you Tom and there are many days that I wish I could ask your advice about things.

I don’t want to sound too sad but doesn’t everyone get like this during the changing of the seasons? It is a time to reflect back on the past year and get ready for winter. I am not ready… but I am working on it. Sunday I am going to pick up more wood for the stove which is our primary source of heat. And next week I’m meeting with some friends who are carpenters who will help me with my chicken coop. I’ve got over a month before the official start of winter so no need to panic yet. Then sometime over the next couple of weeks I need to break up the soil for the garden we will have next year. So much to do on this cold, wet fall day. I think I will curl up with Zoe and have a nap!

Black Magic And Chicken Sacrifice

October 27, 2010

Halloween Episode

My cousin who gave me 6 of her 21 Rhode Island Reds has had all of her chickens but one killed over the past couple of weeks. Her theory is a fox climbing over the 6 foot fence, killing the chickens and leaving the bodies behind uneaten.

Pardon the Hart to Hart moment… but when they met, it was myyyrderrrr!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSn9xPnjLps

Tina asked me my thoughts and while I am no Mrs. H, I gave her my best educated theory…

I may be going out on a limb (or perch) but I believe it is the black arts or magic if you will. A predator is using magic to levitate itself up over the 6 ft. fence to practice sacrifice to some evil being then levitating back out.

I like my theory sooooo much better especially since it’s nearly Halloween! It’s much more interesting that the boring old fox climbing over a fence.

But then I had to ask myself the question… what could the sacrifice be for? I’m guessing it is to the Great Chicken God, you know the one… he’s the one who brings chickens and deposits flocks of them for the fox to enjoy in neighborhoods and rural settings all around the world!

You see, I knew something like this would happen last night. I knew because a “bad wind” (feel free to giggle here) was blowing. The past few days were so lovely and warm and there was the full moon. Then out of nowhere after 6pm the sky turned dark as midnight with no moon to be seen. The wind picked up and the sky turned dark so fast I got that funny feeling in my tummy and I found myself looking up at the sky to see if I could spot any of those little tails drifting down. (where was I?)

Oh yeah, the ill wind was boding trouble alright… not for my little flock, but for Tina’s.  duhhhh… daaaa…..duhhhhh (“plot thickens” sound effects) So now we have motive; chicken sacrifice. But was it really Mr. Fox? Could the fox be the too obvious bad guy that everyone suspects in the beginning?

I am not ruling anything out but I suggested bringing in the weasel in for questioning. The weasel is one tough cookie to crack, he wouldn’t talk no matter how much they leaned on him and threatened to throw a book at him.

As he was being dragged out of the interrogation room he glanced back one last time and said… “Ever wonder why the raccoon wears a mask, he has something to hide I’m telling you!”

Join us next week when Mystery Chicken Theater Presents: Will Fiona start laying before she is put in the slow cooker?

I'm so EGG-cited!

October 17, 2010

It was the oddest thing. Really. It had me panicked. One of the Red Devils didn’t come home Thursday night. I thought for sure some predator had gotten her. Which then took me down the path of… did that same predator take Edgar?

I walked around the house looking for her and even that night when I let Zoe out for the last time around 10pm she was nowhere to be seen.

I’ve never had a problem with my chickens not wanting to come to the front porch to roost for the night. Even if I am away from the house till late… I know that when I get back home they will be all up on the porch waiting for me to give them their little bed time snack and tuck them to bed. Clearly she is nothing but a “loose hen”.

For the life of me I’ve no idea where she was all night but she showed up Friday morning.

Saturday evening I learned that chickens can fly a lot more than I gave them credit for. In the evening before they go into their pens the chickens like to sit on the stack of wood on the porch. Paul must have really disturbed one of the hens because when I went out to put them to bed Paul said… how are you going to get that one out of the tree?

Oh for crying out loud! One of the white hens was up on a tree branch that was easily 10-15 feet up off the ground! Grrrr I had to take a long pole and hit the branch enough times to force her to fly back to the porch. I had no idea they could fly that high!

Jenny, one of the white hens started laying eggs! She laid her first one yesterday in a planter on the front porch and sure enough… she came back again today and laid another one!

They are teeeeney weeeney! Her first egg fits perfect inside a teaspoon.  

Tomorrow is mine and Paul’s 5 year wedding anniversary and sadly he will be out on the road. However, we’ve had a really nice weekend. Yesterday we went on a hay ride out in the country with people from The Tractor Bar. It was so beautiful and sunny and we took a bottle of wine. What more could you ask for?

I'd like another 105 years :)

If puppies could speak...

October 9, 2010

Right now she is circling my computer chair whining at me. I know what she wants and I’m trying to ignore her but she is becoming more instant. I don’t have any food or treats. Even though she can’t speak I know exactly what she wants.

She wants to sit in my lap to take a nap. How can I deny that? It’s so sweet and when I’m feeling a little lonesome today it’s nice to know someone needs me.

Excuse me while I bend down and pull her up. By the way… she growls at me the whole time I pull her up. She is getting too big for this but she is trying to work around that by laying across one arm. She is very put out by my moving my arm to type and she turns to look up to me just so I can see her displeasure and lays her head back down; this time on the keyboard.

I finally think I have it figured out so I disturb her minimally. I tried to take a couple of pictures on my phone. No comments please about the state of my “desk”. I’m using a fold up table I bought at Walmart for a desk at the moment.

We shouldn’t be inside at all today. It’s amazing outside, a perfect sunny and warm fall day. However Paul isn’t home yet and I can’t stir myself to do much when he’s not here.

I’ve said it now, confessed to all. When he’s not here there is a pattern I fall into. The first few days are busy picking up after the tornado that is Paul. Then I start slowly to retreat. 

The reality is that I just come alive when he’s around. I wouldn’t fade away to nothing if he were gone for a long period of time but there is this weird cycle that I need to break. I’m not sad but more like I’m uninspired. That is something that I will work on in the coming months.

Having said that, I have made a new contact with one of the Chicken Whisperer group. She and her husband are a great inspiration and just looking at what they have accomplished is getting my blood pumping and the ideas flowing.

I’ve been saying that I wanted to get a couple of goats and learn how to make goats cheese. I haven’t the faintest clue about goats or making cheese of any sort. It’s great to be able to learn from others who have paved the way and will hopefully make things just a little bit easier for me and the goats!

She and her husband have a fantastic website which I would love to share:  http://www.backtobasicliving.com/index.html

  

Do you need some Pecker Recker?

I know I hate it when it feels like the girls in the office are constantly pecking at your back. Give ‘em a block of Pecker Recker and have them keep their beaks to themselves! Guaranteed to help with the workplace pecking order!

The other thing I've come across lately is saddles for chickens.  

Did you stop for a moment and create a mental image of a chicken wearing a saddle or apron? If not, I encourage you to do so now.

Take that moment and embrace it.

If you can’t wrap your head around it I’ve got a pic below.

Chicken saddles or hen aprons are used when roosters get too affectionate or rough with his ladies or if a chicken is being pecked on for other reasons.

While I did not know I may one day need either product I am completely rollin’ with it.  

Fergus (my rooster) can be a bit aggressive when he’s in the mood for love but I have not noticed if he pulls out feathers when he’s “on the job”. Ruffled them yes, pulled them out, no.

So far I don’t think he has “jumped” any of the 6 Rhode Island Red hens that I acquired in September. He needs to get over this because I need them to breed next season so that I can have a nice supply of broilers/fryers.

At first the hens clearly didn’t like Fergus. He was the first rooster they have been exposed to and well… they quickly showed him that he was not wanted or needed. (and who hasn’t felt that way at one time or another?) They weren’t mean to him but they did run away. The other two white banties that he was raised with don’t do that. I’m sure he confused by their odd behavior.

If he’s not man enough to do the job I’ll be forced to get someone else who is. Do you think he should show up with some flowers? Or, is it possible that he doesn’t find them attractive?

Anyway, he is safe from the frying pan even if he never takes a shine to the RIR’s. I became very attached to the 3 feather footed bantams that I have. Fergus is content to sit in my lap or on my shoulder and have a nice cuddle. (the pic above was taken August 1st and the one below in September)

I dare say that becoming attached to your food source was probably not the smartest thing I could have done. No need to worry about that with the Red Devils though… they could wind up in the oven and I would be quite happy.

That does mean however that I will need to learn how to process. And when I do I'm sure the Chicken Whisperer will give me some great tips! But that is for another day…

The bottom of the food chain or… it’s a puppy eat kitty world.

September 28, 2010

The goose picked on the puppy and the cat because they were smaller. Lucky who is normally very patient will put the puppy in her place if she gets too close to his bone. Zoe attacks the cat nonstop until the cat swats at her and then she will still bark and bark at the cat. Zoe will chase the chickens because they are smaller. (and I dare say a lot of fun with all those feathers flying about and the squawking!) The cat attacks mice & moles.

It’s a puppy eat kitty world. And some days you feel like you are at the bottom of the food chain.

And in between all of this is the constant picking up of puppy pee, rare puppy poop (she likes to do that outside now) and this afternoon puppy puke, bits of paper, sticks… Honestly, I’ve no idea where she seems to find all the paper to shred but it has saved me from having to run things through a paper shredder.

I am not complaining but I am starting to come face to face with the circle of the food chain. Literally.

Last night Klink let me know that I was missed. He went outside then within a half hour he brought me a present. He actually brought me a full meal if you look at the photo. A balanced diet is very important so along with the “mole steak” he brought me some salad greens. Thank you, Klink!

Hawk’s Nest

September 26, 2010

Taken by Us :)

On the tram

Saturday we took a little visit to Hawk’s Nest State Park. I can’t ever remember going there as a child but it is not very far away. They have a tram that will take you up and down the mountain which was nice. I’m very pleased there wasn’t a ton of people there… it worked out perfect. I should have done a bit of research first as it would have been great if we could have done a bit of hiking. But, it was Paul’s last day at home before he hit the road again.

Where ever we go, we love to explore parks and searching for perfect motorcycle rides. I love being outdoors. I think we are going to have to plan a camping trip before it gets too cold out.

I decided I wanted to try embroidery. I’m not sure where this comes from because I don’t know the first thing about sewing much less hand stitching. I think I may be in a bit of trouble however. I seem to be stumbling over the “basic” stitches. My stitches do not look like the ones in the book that I got. I will not give up. I have a long winter ahead of me with a lot of time alone. I’m convinced I will get the hang of this.

When bored: please chew any wire that is handy.

September 27, 2010

Traveling with Zoe was surprisingly easy. She slept in her crate most of the way to Ohio. I would stop once an hour to let her go potty and have a drink/snack. I checked ahead to see if the hotel we stayed at accepted pets and they did for a nonrefundable $25.00 fee.

The weather was cool so when we went to dinner we took her in her crate and she stayed in the truck. Once again she must have just been bored and slept. Back in the hotel room we had a couple of hours of rowdy play to make up for the forced captivity.

On the way home it was just as easy. I’ve had dogs who got sick in particular on curvy roads of the Midland Trail. Not a peep out of my girl… she was a star!

However, when we got back home she quickly made up for lost time. She chased her tail, knocked over a plant and took bits around the house, went pee 3 times, unpacked my bags for me, started chewing my speaker wires (she already chewed through one completely) and went into my closet and pulled shoes to play with.

All of this was done in the 20 minutes it took me to check my work emails.

If a strong cup of tea can’t fix it call the fire department…

I had to distance myself from Wednesday before setting it to paper. Never write or say anything that can’t be undone or come back to haunt you!

The oddest thing happened to me on Wednesday. Something so surprising that I would never have conceived it. At the time it kicked off I was pretty damn miserable but I still have all my limbs (and now a bit of perspective) as my mother would say.

All I am going to say is this… if you currently or will ever be in a position to hire people it is very important to ask them before contacting their current employer. ‘Nough said.

But really, this should not matter. Since June I have not worked “FOR” anyone but myself and my clients. I am an independent contractor. Having said that, it would have been helpful if I could have been the one to let my previous host agency know that I was leaving. Timing really is everything.

Be ready for any disaster. But was it really a disaster? Looking back now I can say it was not how I would have liked it to happen and it may have been a little inconvenient for me, but not a disaster. It was not inconvenient for my clients and ultimately that is what is important to me.

Life with Edgar and other adventures

Wednesday September 22, 2010

Living with Edgar and other adventures…

When Edgar was a baby I read online somewhere that I should get him a stuffed goose to keep him company. I presented it to him thinking he would cuddle up to it at night, he hated it. He attacked it then refused to go near it in the fish tank I put him in. (to limit human contact)



Edgar sleeping with his pet



When we moved out to the farm I came across the “pet goose” and tossed it out to Lucky the dog thinking he might like to play with it. Nope, Lucky didn’t want it either. And so the goose sat in the driveway for a couple of weeks alone. One day I went outside and caught Edgar carrying his “pet goose” to a nice spot where he preened it a bit then slept with it. I instantly felt a pang of sadness. Was he that lonely for his own kind? Were we not enough? The second I realized what I was thinking I tried my best to stamp on those emotions… wild animal, wild animal… say it over and over and maybe one day your heart will believe it.

 

We knew Lucky had a reputation with the birds. My husband being British had a reputation with the birds too… but that is a totally different story! Lucky had endured a long life of loneliness. He had been chained to a car away from the house where his people lived. He was forced to live without the one thing that dogs crave the most… people. He’s an old dog and he’s part retriever and something else. He is so desperate for attention that he will gladly suffer you washing and brushing him as long as you pet him. His life is different now. He does still get chained up outside, but now he gets to come inside the house many evenings.



Where was I??? Oh yes, Lucky loves birds. He once got loose and went to a neighbor’s house that raised fighting cocks and killed a couple. This is before we came into his life. My uncle paid for the roosters and eventually the person got caught fighting them and thank goodness no longer has them.

We weren’t sure how Lucky would take to Edgar but in the early days of life on the farm we let Lucky have a bit of freedom. Bad, bad idea. Give a boy an inch and he will take 35 acres. One day I was cooking and I heard Edgar let out a distress honk. I ran to the back of the house and Lucky had Edgar pinned down from behind. He could have killed him but instead he was licking Edgar’s back and pulling out a few feathers. He didn’t even break Edgar’s skin. Was he just trying to play with Edgar?

After that Edgar was wary around Lucky.



Lucky n Edgar having a nap



They settled into a relationship of sorts. I think Edgar grew to realize that Lucky didn’t really want to eat him and because of his size he offered some protection from the critters that roam at night.



Once Edgar was full grown we stopped putting him in a pen for the night. He was in theory big enough to stand on his own two webbed feet. Nearly every night you could find him laying about a foot away from Lucky.

At first Lucky would get up and chase him off if he saw us coming. He has a long history of this. My uncle told me this story about him:

Lucky used to be tied up close to the apple tree in the front yard. Deer love apples and would come eat at the “apple buffet” every year. One night they were driving home and were coming down the driveway and they stopped to watch all the deer eating around the tree when they realized Lucky was lying down in the grass just a few feet away. As they drove closer to the house Lucky suddenly jumped up and started chasing the deer away.

This is how Lucky got a reputation as being a “live and let live” kind of dog. I think he genuinely doesn’t care if animals get very close to him as long as they are no threat. It’s only when he realizes that we are watching him that he feels obligated to chase them away. Almost as if he has to look like he’s earning his keep… for appearances sake.

Monday September 13^th Edgar disappeared while I was at the store shopping. Paul had left to go on the road working on Saturday so neither of us go to say good bye. I knew in my head that if we had done a good job he would one day fly away. You can not tell this to my heart however. I have cried and cried as if I had lost a friend. Maybe I have.

Since it was during the day I don’t think anything bad happened to him. There is no telltale pile of feathers or a carcass anywhere I can find. We have a lot of black buzzards around and you know if a mouse has died by the way they circle around it.

It is certainly not how I had imagined saying goodbye. I thought we would have a tearful "let him be free" type of thing that we would video tape. I only just now realize I have no photos of him with me at all. All of our photos I took of Paul interacting with Edgar. At least I have a ton of photos of my handsome boys.