"I know who you SAY you are, but I'm going to have to sniff your butt anyway...."[wish I could find a link to the original comic]
p.s. ankle is healing fine, just tons to get caught up on today!
"I know who you SAY you are, but I'm going to have to sniff your butt anyway...."
In the afternoons, I do a bit of auto-hypnosis before napping that I'll wake up if the animals need my presence. On Thursday, I woke up with a start, and heard the geese having a fit. Ran out to the pen, and see that the pups are having a bad case of the stoopids, with one of them on her back, tail a-waggin', while the geese are attacking the holy crap out of her.
As I go in to break up the party, Godzilla accidentally smacks me on the ankle bone - hard - with his wing. Ka-waaaaang.... I could feel the impact's vibration all the way up my leg. I grab both dogs by the collar and throw them into their kennel. On the way back up the hill to check on the geese, could feel that something was wrong in my ankle. Since I was still walking, however, didn't think much of it.
I think Maggie's finally got it through her thick puppy skull that if she doesn't chase the chickens, she won't get put into the kennel during the day.
Received an email from Queenie's new owner, Elaine:"She seems to be fitting in just fine. [...] Our geese are still shunning her a little but they'll get used to her. In the meantime she has taken a liking to the pot-bellied pig Chester."Interestingly enough, I've in-laws whose geese also like to hang out with the pigs on their property. Pig-headedness finding connection with real pigs? Has Queenie met her soul-mate? I'm thinking "yes".
On the home front, Godzilla is back into fine form, keeping the girls (and Billy-Bob) calm, safe and secure. The Pool O' Woo has been getting quite a workout as well. As soon as Godzilla hops in, one or more of the girls will hop in with him, then there's much head-bobbing and neck craning going on until The Deed Gets Done. ALL of his, ah, services were missed it seems.
It was only a matter of time. We'd been warned by our neighbors that it would happen sooner or later, and other neighbors were amazed it hadn't happened already. It finally happened this weekend: our mailbox got smacked by a baseball-bat wielding teenager.As mentioned in the previous post, our region is experiencing a near-Biblical plague of mice. "It's due to all the moisture we had...