Close to the cab of the pickup is Balou, Shannon’s dog…next to Balou is Molly, Shannon’s boy friend’s dog, the there is Boomer and Fuzzy (you know those two 🙂 ). Behind Boomer and Fuzzy is Shannon’s ex-husband’s dog Rocky, then Hank Puff the grandchildren’s dog, the last dog is Buddy’s dog. Buddy passed away two years ago.
It’s a pack of dogs, that is for sure!
Rocky and Balou are Rottweilers, Hank is a Marshmallow, Fuzzy is 1/2 Border Collie and 1/2 Sheltie, Boomer is a Beagle, Houston a Mountain Cur, and Molly is a Blue Tick Hound.
We were aware that Houston (better known as Princess) could climb trees. On every walk she went, if there was a tree close by, up she would go.
But we didn’t know this…
Can you spot the Blue Tick Hound in the tree?
Boomer just sat on the ground and watch with all of us
We are all very surprised. She scaled the tree sniffing and exploring the whole way. Then headed out on this very dead branch…we yelled for her to come down
Which she took her sweet time of hearing and understanding and coming down, minding is NOT something she has been used to doing.
This dog has live her whole life on a chain. She was extremely timid, frightened and half starved. I’m not sure, but I think she is between one and two years old. Gradually she is learning it’s okay to be free, but you need to come when called, you need to respond when asked to do something…life is more than a chain.
Boomer just watches Houston or Molly climb trees. He looks at them as if to say “Trees are for Birds Silly. The best smells are on the ground”.
As for Fuzzy and I…we are learning what life is like in a pack…rather over-whelming, I must say. Although, we don’t see them often when they do come over it’s a huge group to go with for a walk on the farm!
Fuzzy and I really rather like the solitude of just us for a walk. Bedlam is rather daunting.
It takes about 10 full minutes for everyone to settle down and get into the swing of how the walk is supposed to be. Then just like geese we are off…Shannon and I in the lead, the two old dogs, Fuzzy and Balou bringing up the rear.
Have a good day everyone…just think You Could Be Walking in a Pack!
Tee Hee,
Your Farm Friend,
Linda
Friday was my Mother’s birthday. If she were still alive she would be 87 years old. All that day I kept missing her.
I think part of the reason is we have had too many animals deaths this year…first Balou
Out of the corner of my eye, all throughout the day I caught swisp of visions…Momma in her garden, Momma laughing…the tail of one her cats she loved, moving just ahead of her…just things…long known, now gone.
Life on a Colorado Farm 