This morning all the dogs and I played in the llama pasture, because the llamas are gone! Gone gone gone! And gone are the turkeys and the ducks and the goats and the sheep and the pig. And my neighbours too. We have the property back to ourselves again, until the next batch of weirdos moves in ;-)
I’ve been a real busy girl the past little while, so I have not had a chance to take any photos, much less write up the promised A Year In The Life Of The Magically Progressive TWooie. I guess the TWoo got tired of me waiting to wax poetic about him, because he took matters into his own hands.
It began with a Flamboyant stand-off:
And then an invitational play-bow.
And then TWooie, with the help of his brother Mr. Woo, demonstrated just how far this little porker has come in the last year, and how relaxed, happy and at home he really is here at Casa de Food Lady.
And normal dog play too, not just grabbing another dog and biting them in the pants.
Okay, well, as normal as TWoo gets anyway.
Doesn’t it just make your heart glad to see TWooie behaving like a real dog, with a smile on his face? I mean, look how HAPPY he is!
I can’t even begin to tell you how happy it makes *me*. Sure, there have been some ups and downs with him over the last 12 months. He’s still got a ways to go before he can be normal around other dogs, but he’s expanded his circle of acceptable canine friends quite a lot. He hates Dexter, but he’s learned to love his other canine brother and sister. In fact, a little later this afternoon he was also playing like crazy with old man Tweed (who is 11 going on 2). I didn’t get photos of that, because I was trying to make the turkeys’ enclosure more comfortable. They were standing in 6″ of mud, and there was neither food nor water in their house, so I cleaned them out and fed and watered them. My neighbours were kicked out days ago and I was pretty sure they’d left the turkeys behind. But they did come back for them today, so thankfully I am not left with turkeys of my very own.
Or ducks – they left one of those behind as well, initially. I am sure Piper was disappointed, as she has come to love ducks. And not in the way that TWooie “loves” ducks either. Last week the neighbours’ whole flock of ducks got loose from the yard while I was out washing the truck. I had zero success catching them (duh! Ducks can fly!) myself, so I stepped into the house and asked Piper to come out and help me. I really didn’t think she would, because Piper has never shown interest in livestock other than sheep and completely ignores the chickens. (Actually, she “helped” me put the llamas out every morning, but bless her, she had no idea that they knew the way to the pasture and were going there anyway.) It’s been several years since she has worked livestock with any regularity, and I really wasn’t sure what she’d do.
So imagine my surprise when I asked her to please ‘go bye” and she took her flank, and then I asked her to ‘steady’ and then ‘away’ to collect a couple stragglers, and she carefully put all the ducks together in a group. And then calmly walked them back across the grass and into the yard, staying well off them and not rushing them or panicking them at all. Such a good little girlie she is!
I was so impressed with her poise and gentleness, and also with her obvious delight at being asked to do a farm chore, that I have decided to get her some Indian Runner ducks this summer, once I have built them a proper enclosure. She can work them from time to time, and I will have duck eggs. And photo ops! And I don’t have to get sheep ;-)
Tweed was impressed too, but not with Piper. He was impressed with me, because I have apparently clued in and decided to just let him be him, limp and all. Weeks of trying crate rest, limited exercise and on leash walks didn’t make a single difference to his limp. So a week ago I gave in and started just letting him run. I even took him to agility class on Thursday and let him thunder all over the equipment. And frankly, I *still* see no difference in his limp. I can run the pants off him and it gets neither worse no better. As far as I can tell, it’s just how Tweed walks now; with a hitch in his giddyup.
And that means he can play Flying Squirrel and that makes him giddy!
Maybe that’s why he was playing with TWoo today. I swear, the older he gets, the goofier he gets. He’s regressing!
But not TWooie; TWoo is progressing, all the time. I *heart* the TWoo!
So …. what did you think of the book? I haven’t gotten mine yet. Apparently I can write a book, but I can’t write my postal code properly, so it’s still in transit ;-)