Monday, September 17, 2007

The Taming of the Roo

First let me say in my defense, a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do.

Mom likes to keep a flock of laying hens around, mainly for the eggs but also for pest control. They eat bugs, you know. Our last rooster was appropriately named The Big Bad. We don't know what kind of rooster he was, just came with the other chicks. Maybe The Big Bad's foul mood was because he was originally supposed to be a hen. Anyway, he became quite a menace with his stalking and flogging. There's nothing more startling to a dog minding his own business than to suddenly be whapped in the hineybowl by a flurry of feathers.

Sometime last year, The Big Bad disappeared right off the farm. I suspect a chicken hawk, but no one knows for sure. For awhile, we had no crowing in the morning, no sneak attacks upon my nether regions, no archnemesis for me to keep track of. All was peace and quiet.

Then Mom brought home another rooster. This one is a young one, not quite in his prime yet, but I can already see the little wheels turning in his head. He keeps a beady eye on me and the other two dogs, glaring and plotting. He sounds the alarm if we get too close to his girls. He wakes me up at five in the morning. Ugh!

So, as I said, it had to be done. Oh, Ozzie the rooster could have prevented the whole thing by staying in the chicken pen where he belongs. But no, he has to fly over the fence every day and enter MY domain, teasing me with his long, gorgeous, flowing feather duster of a tail, so...

All Mom found was a pile of feathers. That, and a very disgruntled Ozzie sporting a bare bottom.

That's ol' Ozwinkle on the left. See, now his tail is even shorter than the hens (hee hee).

I hope Ozzie remembers this little lesson, and doesn't pick up the same bad habits as The Big Bad once showed. Dogs are to be respected, not used as sparing partners. After all, those spurs could poke someone's eye out.



Jackson said...

Hehehe, I'm sure that now he knows who's boss. Good work! J x

Agatha and Archie said...

Tell my man A dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do...all there is to it!! He knows who is the king now!! Love A+A

Butchy & Snickers said...

Hehehehe, that will teach him not to mess with you! Their spurs are dangerous too. Mama used to have chickens when she was a kid. They had one big white rooster named Angus, then one of the babies that hatched was a rooster too, look out for trouble now. Angus would fight poor Harry til he was bloody. Finally one day ol Angus died & then Harry was the head honcho. Have you ever had the Japanese Silky Chickens? They are fuzzy white chickens with blue skin, beaks & legs & they lay pink eggs. She always looked like she was wearing diapers, tee hee. Hopefully Ozzie will learn his lesson & leave you alone now.
Luv & Wirey Hugs!
Butchy & Snickers

Gus said...

You showed him. Good work. Who knows what mischief he might've gotten into without your discipline

Maggie & Mitch said...

If you need more help yanking out feathers, I'm available! We'll teach that rooster a thing or two!

Yer friend,

Scruffy & Lacie said...

Wow, Tell, you taught that fowl a thing or too bout being in a fowl mood!! Heh, heh...I'm wondering if Lacie was a rooster in a prior life. Now that I think about it, she is awfully protective of her tail. We've never seen a rooster, but we LOVE chicken. Chicken Kiev, Chicken Marsala, you get the pic. Arent' you just tempted to get a grill, a couple of beers, and do a little cookin'?

BBQ'd chicken licks,

Pappy's Fella said...

Farm life. Pappy would love to have such great sport.

Asta said...

Excellent teaching Tell!

Isn't it bad enough to be woken at 5???he should stay in his own yawd..glad you told him.
BtW You were wight, I'm out of the doghouse,and I'm pwacticing batting my lashes,hehehe
smoochie kisses

fee said...

o tell, that bare-butt-chick so deserves it!!! i love this post for how it ended and the way it was told!

and thanks for telling us about glynn and cap! please give them a hug for me too ok?


Mango & Party said...

Cheers to the butt-in-cheek wiry spirit. Now his chilly butt will tell him who the boss is.

We are working hard here messing up our toys all over again to smell better. Just read about Glynn and Cap. We love them, and mum says Glynn and I (Mango) look alike in some angles! I think she is in love with her!

Wiry loves,
Mango & Party

Wiry Axel said...

Oh well done William!!! Good job, you make us city wires proud (and jealous!)