I have some old window screens that I put on top of the brooder.
Was this puppy an outside dog? She probably just needs a small space to be in while you work on some manners and housetraining. There's plenty of dog trainers here that can help you make a plan
Yea. I think I'm gonna have to pick some brains. It's been a long time since I've had a puppy. And our last one was SOOOOO easy to potty train. And now she's our little diva watchdog. If only she weren't a chihuahua....
But for now, Evie, LeStat and I (our other pups) have barracaded (sp?) ourselves upstairs in the bedroom with episodes of True Blood and some food. And I'm not coming out for a few hours!!! Mental health day!!
Plus this stinky Ohio weather, won't stop raining!!!
Oh my goodness!! She is CUTE!!!!!!!!! You all have to stop with th e cute puppy pics, I have been wantig a good farmdog for a few months now, and can't make up my mind. These pomeranians just dont cut it when it comes to protecting the farm. LOL
Betsy. Our newest addition. Getting ready to go out and milk her for the first time....
And we finally got the chicks moved outside!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yay!!!! They're finally big enough and we were able to rig something up so they're safe and warm.
First off I feel the need to tell you a few things I feel Betsy and Emily will leave out of their story. First off, Betsy's voice (our new Nubian) sounds like a man screaming after being lit on fire. Never in all my life have I heard a goat that sounds like this. The first few nights when she was homesick it literally sounded like there was a cow man having his skin peeled off in our barn...day and night. I have never heard such an awful racket. But I digress. And I now present you Betsy's side of the story...
Kala, Betsy and Emily are all hanging out in the barn on a warm spring afternoon. Kala is sitting in the corner of the barn repairing some wiring. Emily is contently eating hay while Betsy is still in her homesick craze. Kala, the goats loyal servant, has unknowingly left the barn door hanging wide open. Kala is dressed in a spring 2004 collection of walmarts finest poop covered white shorts, ripped tshirt and black muck boots that still let a little of her blaringly white, unshaven legs show through. Sassy!
The neighbors (who Kala has not meet yet) are repairing their cow fencing next door.
*Cue Betsy, who for the first time since she arrived on the homestead, manages to QUIETLY do something, ie sneak out the front of the barn.*
Betsy: Looking to the neighbors house, "Oh my gosh!!! Those poor helpless people are trying to repair a fence...WITHOUT ME!!!!! They clearly need MY HELP!!!!"
*Cue dying cow goose man scream from far outside the barn* "EEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Kala: "Hmmmm...it sure does seem like that screaming cow man sound is getting farther away..."*slowly processes what that means* "Betsyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Kala goes running from the barn in time to see Betsy screaming and running full force at the unsuspecting neighbors..."EEEEEHHHHHHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Kala, who thank the gods above had slipped into her finest apparel for the event, goes running out of the barn to retrieve her lost master.
"EEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
"Betsy! Come here!!!!"
"EEEEEEEEEEEEAAHHHHAAAAAAA!!!!!"
Kala wrangles the poor lost goatie, much to the delight of the neighbors who are also in full view of Kala's impecable fashion sense. Then she realizes that another (now lost) goatie has also followed her out of the barn.
*Dragging one goat by the collar* Kala:"Emilyyyyyyyy!!!!"
"EEAHHHHHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Kala manages to capture both goaties and proceed to drag them back to the barn. All while observing the much entertained neighbor audience on the sidelines.
Betsy: "Oh no!! I've lost all use of my legs!!!!" *Drops to ground*
"EEEHHHHAAAAAAAA!"
*Kala jiggles grain bucket in front of Betsy's face in an effort to revive the poor helpless goatie.*
Betsy: "I am HEALED!!!! It's a grain miracle!!!" *Runs back to barn*
Ahhhhhh...the life of goat owner...
Emily also managed to find her first snake in the brush today. And of course she had to investigate.
After we, ahem, vacated the area "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! RUN FOR THE HILLS GIRLS!!!! IT"S EVERY GOAT FOR THEMSELVES!!!!!!!!!" I went back with the shovel, but it was long gone. The running away glance that I managed to sneak in made it look like just a black snake. But I wasen't sticking around at the time to find out. Ahhhh...the lessons you learn when moving to the country.
Well I'm going to bed. I need to sleep off the mini concussion I now have after Emily decided it would be a good idea to throw a hammer at my head ...but that's a whole different story.