Friday, October 31, 2008

Happy Howloween!

My Boy and I were checking out the trailcam pictures and found the perfect photo to represent Halloween Eve. Look at the spooky eyes on this coyote.
Hoping all of you doggies and hammies have a safe and fun evening. Cap, Glynn and I are staying indoors. There are strange howling in the woods at night!

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Who's to Blame?

Once again, I'm in trouble, but this time I'm not alone. Finally, ol' Cap is in the dog house with me because Mom is not sure which of us is to blame. Warning -- this post is not for the faint of heart or those readers who might say, Ewwww! Here's my story, and I'm sticking to it...
We were all going for walkies, which is not easy with this many dogs. We started out with Glynn pointing the wrong way, I somehow got a leg hung up in my leash, and you can see Cap is stepping on someone's tennie. He does not make a good dance partner. Anyway, it was noticed that Glynn had a bit of a swelling over her shoulders. Since it was the evening and she wasn't acting sick, the vet would have to wait until morning to see it.

While we were walking, we came across this thing on the road. Ignore the hairy legs in the photo, that was our kitty Nigel butting in the picture. Take a look at the middle of the picture and see if you can spot the pygmy rattlesnake. They may be small, but they pack a punch like a biggun. This is the second one we've found close to the house. Luckily, My Boy was along and got rid of it before it could bite anyone. Mom is very tolerant of snakes in general, but when they coil up and strike, that's a no-no.

Glynn's shoulders kept swelling more until the next morning. The vet said it was a seroma, a pocket of bloody fluid. It could have been a bee sting, snake bite, and Cap playing too hard with our Sis. Well, who do you think Mom believes? We even had a snake right there to point the finger at, but no. Sadly, all eyes turn toward me again. At least Cap is also a suspect this time. Could have been either one of us. Or that pesky snake. Glynn had to have surgery to flush the seroma, and had a drain put in to keep it from swelling again. For the next few days, we are being kept apart and we don't get to play with her at all, not even a little. I miss my Sis. From what I hear, she's having a great time with all the attention to herself, and special treats to help the pills go down easy. Buck even gets to lick the spoon.

And to that I say, Ewww!

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Bye, Bye Puppy

Good news for our little foster girl. She found her furever home in record time. Actually, she came and went out of my life so fast my head is spinning. I hear girls do that to you sometimes. Anyway, as much as I miss her, I'm glad to see her settled with a family all her own. That's just what she needed. It was nice to see her gaining confidence over the three days she was here. She had just started doing Snoopy dances around Mom's feet at chow time when her new owner declared her a keeper. Call it puppy love, I guess.
Now on to other things. My Boy and I like to take walks in the woods together. Actually, he walks and I run. I cover more ground that he does. I find some very interesting things to investigate and sniff. Sometimes roll in. Then Dad got a idea and bought a Trailcam to hang in the woods. It's an outdoor camera that takes pictures when something moves in front of it. We found a great photo of a doe the first time we checked the camera chip inside. It's fun to see what moves around in the woods when we're not there. Isn't she lovely?

Then we found something that made us sit up and take notice. Can you guess what this creature is? Not a dog, or a cat, or a cow, or any of the other things I see around the farm.

Dad says it is a feral hog trying to eat our camera! Hogs will eat about anything, and lots of things they shouldn't. They can be dangerous, too, when surprised. Now, not only do I have to worry about My Boy and myself getting eaten by a Sasquatch, I have to worry about wild pigs, too. I've seen that movie Old Yeller, and it wasn't pretty. No sirree. A hog is nothing to mess with.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

I Think I'm in Love!

Dad came in yesterday with the cutest little puppy ever. I think I'm in love! He found her at a city pound on her last day. He scooped her up and brought her home.
She's a Jack Russell terrier, a bit shell-shocked and subdued at the moment but I'm sure she'll bounce out of that with time. I'm not allowed to rough-house with her until she overcomes her shyness. We're also working on some people-skills. I did get to sniff her through the crate door, but it made her curl up in a fetal position and hide her head, even though I wagged my tail as hard as I could. The vet says she has a skin problem caused by unsanitary conditions, mainly on her feet and tail, but that will clear up soon enough. Hopefully in a few days we'll be officially introduced and I can teach her how to have some fun on the farm. I'll bet she's never even seen a chicken up close.Right now her favorite place is to snuggle up on My Girl's lap. She feels really safe there, and she gets lots of loving and touching. Mom says the puppy is not going up for adoption until she's spayed and had all her puppy shots caught up to date. I vote to keep her myself, but since there's three of us terriers, plus ol' Buckaroo, we've kinda got a full house as it is. Ah, come on, Mom! How can you resist those eyes?