|Posted by Dodger on June 1, 2011 at 12:59 PM||comments (0)|
Lilly is the fattest goat on our farm. And boy, is she fat! My lady says she will have babies any day now. I cannot wait for more babies! And Lilly told me she can't wait either. I watched her get up one morning and it took her a very long time!! She moaned and groaned so much that I thought the babies were coming! But she was just trying to get off the ground. I am glad I am not a mamma goat!!
|Posted by Dodger on May 12, 2011 at 9:09 PM||comments (0)|
The ducks got too big for the basement. My lady put them outside. I was so happy to get to play with them outside! They quacked and quacked when they put their funny feet in the grass. But they was tricked! The ducks have a fence around them and they could not play with me. They were bummed.
Someday, when my lady isn't looking, I will help the ducks escape! I will dig under the fence and they will come out and play with me! But my lady is always looking...
|Posted by Dodger on May 4, 2011 at 9:58 AM||comments (2)|
I have found more friends on my ladies farm. They are rabbits! They are sooo cute and they will play good! My lady let me see one real close. I like the rabbits!
My friend Belle is a good friend. My lady says she is old but I think Belle is not old. Sometimes she likes to play with me and sometimes, she does not! One day, the people kids brought the rabbits outside to eat grass. I don't eat the grass. Belle does sometimes. The rabbits love grass! I wanted to play with the rabbits but Belle said no. I was bummed. Then I tackled Belle.
It was a good day!
|Posted by Dodger on April 26, 2011 at 12:08 PM||comments (0)|
My lady put me on a leash this week. She says I am in training. That means I am in trouble. I cannot chase the goats when I am on the leash. My lady put me on the leash and then she put me on the goat's picnic table. Maybe I am in training to be a watch dog. I would be a good herd dog! But I watched the goats. I did not chase them.
One goat said hello! Her name is Lilly. She is a nice goat. She said she likes my lady. She asked me if I was a wolf! I told her I was a doggy. I would like to be a wolf but wolves are not allowed in the house. I like to go in the house!Then she told me to be a good doggy. She is like a mommy. She is polite and says things that make me feel good. I like Lilly. Lilly likes me!
|Posted by Dodger on April 20, 2011 at 1:54 PM||comments (0)|
My boy got ducks a couple weeks ago. They are cute and they are wiggly! They are in the basement. I like the basement. But I do not like the stairs. I am too small for the steep stairs. Today, my lady carried me down the stairs and I got to see the ducks. They are big! If I could grow that fast, I would be big!
The ducks are fast and I want to chase them. They are in a big circle and I cannot climb it. If I could, I would catch them cuz I am fast! And they cannot climb over the circle! My lady will not leave me in the basement. If she did, I would try to climb in with the ducks. I like them!
Someday, I will be big. Then I can go down the stairs by myself. I will wait until my people are not looking. And I will chase the ducks. The ducks will like that. I know it!
|Posted by Dodger on April 20, 2011 at 8:50 AM||comments (0)|
Hi, my name is Dodger and I am a young Shih Tzu boy.
I live with a family that raises goats! At first, I was afraid of the goats. But now, I just wanna eat some goat legs! I get yelled at for that! Especially if I chase the baby goats cuz then the momma's chase me back and that makes me happy! So I chase more and then I REALLY get yelled at! Yesturday, my lady caught me and carried me to the house to stay inside while she finished the chores. I was bummed.
Those momma goats are funny. The one named Penny pushes me around a lot. She used to just hide from me. But since she had her babies, she got mean. Holly doesn't care if I'm in the pen and she has babies too. I don't know why Penny does that. Maybe it's cuz Holly's momma watches over Holly's babies too. I mean, she is the gramma. Maybe Holly just figures her momma will take care of the babies. I like chasing the babies! But I get yelled at for it.
My lady takes me to the barn every morning. Unless it's raining. I LOVE the barn! But I don't go in there without her. Neither does Belle. Belle never goes to the barn. I think she's afraid of Penny. Belle always waits on the porch. Unless the man goes to the barn. Belle always follows the man. But the man leaves me in the house. Then I am bummed.
But I LOVE going out to the barn! All the little berries on the ground are so yummy too! My lady scowls at me when I eat them. So I wait until she turns her back! I is sneaky like that!
Today, it is raining. I am bummed. But I don't like to leave the back porch when it is raining anyway. I get yelled at if I don't leave the back porch. The porch is wet already. I don't see what the big deal is!
|Posted by Stazha on August 21, 2010 at 1:15 PM||comments (0)|
Every year, we plant all sorts of delicious hopes in the garden. And while it seems we get too busy to keep the weeds down, we always find lots of treasures that we forgot we planted because we didn't see them hiding under all those weeds!
Mason and I were trudging through recently when we came across this dandy surprize. We've planted watermelon before but have never had much success. The difference this year is that the watermelon were planted near the manure pile from winter's barn cleaning. Bless those goats! There's about 5 more of these beauties still growing and I spotted a few canteloupe as well. I hope you have had success this growing season as well!
|Posted by Stazha on July 22, 2010 at 3:44 PM||comments (1)|
After much pleading and promises of continued enthusiasm, my daughter, Erin, has her rabbit. But what was planned to be just one is now six. Boy, they really do multiply quickly! Actually, my sister-in-law opted to sell her herd of Californian rabbits right when we were in the midst of negotiations with Erin. How convenient for both of them! hehe
I think Erin had thoughts of adorable, floppy-eared, fuzzy bunnies. Californians are are certainly a good looking rabbit but they are a meat breed and lack the fulldrawn 'awwwwe' factor. (They get an 'awwe' with two w's.) Nevertheless, Erin is very happy with her choice and she worked very hard to clean and prepare the area we chose to house the rabbits. Her dad and I look forward to Erin's long-lasting devotion to the responsibility of rabbit raising. Time will tell...
|Posted by Stazha on May 20, 2010 at 9:29 AM||comments (1)|
I've been a shutter bug the past little while, trying to get just the right shot of the goats. The soap is easy, it stays put. The goats, not so much. If I go into the goat pen to take pictures, they all coming running to see me; shot spoiled. If I let them out to graze, their heads are buried in the grass and they're moving quickly so as to not get caught; shot difficult.
There's a proper way to photograph goats, displaying the breed features and dairyness in just the best way.
Example (and not a very good one either)
It's a technique I have yet to master and it involves a second person to either pose the goat or snap the picture. Perhaps I'm trying too hard but it's no easy task to get a goat to stand, legs set apart, head up, back straight, and say 'goat cheese!"
I guess I can say how greatful I am for the invention of digital photography and SD cards! I can't imagine trying to get these pictures, not knowing if you got just what you wanted, rushing them off to be developed, and waiting for the results, paying good money for pictures that may be unsatisfying. I'm just old enough to know how unpredictable and expensive it was to take pictures on actual film.
I did get some wonderful shots the other day. None of them make me want to send them in for herd quality perfection, even though many members of our herd exhibit such traits. I prefer candid shots, but when it comes to selling goats and showing goats, the photos aren't meant to capture personality.
|Posted by Stazha on May 7, 2010 at 7:48 AM||comments (0)|
I saw all four cats on the back porch the other day, rare because they don't all get along. But this picture speaks for itself, you see who the boss is...
Dash is the Cat King. He's been here the longest too. His mother died during kittybirth (childbirth didn't sound right but I don't think kittybirth is an actual word) and I bottle fed him myself. Not an easy task when kittens are all claws and every scratch itches like crazy. It's possible that this upbringing has made him the most unpredictable cat I've ever known. He can be exceptionally loving but he won't hesitate to growl when he wants to be left alone.
The other cats have all found us, one way or another. Sophie (orange) was found under the hood of my minivan one summer day. Her little toes burned from the car battery where she had hitched her ride from town. I was told the next day, where I worked, that an orange kitten was stuck in the air conditioning fence and when she was freed, she ran under a minivan. No one else wanted her. No one claimed her. Believe me, I asked around.
Jack (black) showed up in our barn a couple of Octobers ago. He was an older kitten. The neighbors found one at their house too. My kids found him first so he was claimed on the spot.
And Mouse was found in the barn early this year. She was limping badly and she only has half a tail. I don't know how old she is. New cats always take some time adjusting to the rules around here. Ours and her fellow felines. She was picked on for a few weeks by the other cats. She is something else though. Super cuddly-to the point of feeling smothered. At first the kids loved it, then they were trying to keep away from her!
Four cats eat a lot. I can't take in any more. I'd like very much to take Mouse to the animal shelter. Such a guilty feeling though. I suppose that is the way many people feel when they have an animal that they can no longer care for. That's how people like me end up with the burden. Folks see a barn out in the country and suppose that might be a perfect place to dump their grief. I'm sure it's embarressing, no matter which way you deal with it. But when you drop a pet off in the middle of the night, out in the boonies, it's quite anonymous.
All of our cats, except Mouse (at the moment), are fixed. No kittens have been born here since Dash in 2005 and that was a first. I highly recommend spay and neuter of pets. Especially the males. It only takes one male cat to be father to all the litters in your neighborhood.
Two local organizations have been there to help me with the cost of spay and neuter. They are Cass River Pet Friendz and the Human Society of Tuscola County. I urge you to look into who is available in your area and keep that number handy. There are plenty of animal lovers around you who are there to help if you have more than you can handle or if you've been the victim of a stop and drop. Whether you need help with the cost of pet care or if you are unable to keep a pet, they can help you. And do the right thing and find that animal a home that is looking for a pet. Not one that just appears to have the space for one. These volunteers can be very understanding. And be sure to donate to these types of organizations. Especially the local ones! You never know when you might need them.
|Posted by Stazha on March 29, 2010 at 3:48 PM||comments (0)|