Let Me Introduce You to————-

Posted on November 26, 2012 by Dayphoto

Tommy!

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Isn’t he beautiful?

Tommy is also a rescue turkey.

He isn’t my turkey, he belongs to Shannon. Our oldest daughter that has the two Rottweilers and Princess Houston the Mountain Cur.

Shannon also volunteer’s (with me) at the Animal Shelter as a dog walker. Although, she has been known to be a kennel cleaner and a vet runner. She likes to be there to just love on the dogs and cats so winds up doing many other things. (She does have a full-time job, just to let you know)

But this is a tale about Tommy.

One day, when Shannon and Buddy were driving around in the countryside they saw a sign that said turkeys for sale. Not ever having a turkey (or three) they thought a cool thing would be to get a live turkey.

There were many turkey’s , you could pick out what you wanted, pay for it and go. As they were looking around they saw Tommy and two hens in a very tiny, itty-bitty wire cage. It was so tiny they were stacked in there together–hen, tom, hen. The feathers were wore off of Tom and his chest was bare of all feathers, the hens were scrawny.

When asked why these three were in such a tiny pen, they were told there wasn’t enough room for all of the turkey’s so he had them in this pen until he could make room for more birds.

So….for a price– the cage and two hens and Tommy came to live in animal heaven with the three dogs, two cats, 8 hens and just found rooster-Jethro.

Sadly the hens didn’t make it. But Tommy did!

What a wonderful turkey he is. I have been around very mean turkey’s, but Tommy isn’t one of those kind. We all pick him up, carry him around, the little kids pet him, and he even walks over into the onion fields and drums from the workers over there.

We do have to go get him and bring him home because Tommy is never destined to be on someone’s table.

So, as you can see, he is now a completely healed and a very magnificent bird!

Linda

Houston Better Known as Princess

Posted on November 25, 2012 by Dayphoto

Houston a.k.a. Princess is a Mountain Cur dog. She is four-years-old. And papered.

Houston was Buddy’s dog, the two Rottweilers are Shannon’s now with Buddy’s passing, Houston is Shannon’s dog also.

From what we understand, Mountain Curs are a breed the originated in the southern Appalachia mountains. They are hunting dogs used to tree squirrels and raccoon’s and other critters that climb trees. They are known to be able to climb a tree and hold the creature right there. That’s called ‘hard treeing’ —

(Just to set the record straight…I know nothing about hunting, or hunting with a dog. Buddy came from a tiny town on the Texas/Louisiana border and grew up hunting. I only know this stuff because he told us.)

The rancher that rents our place in the winter to calve out his cows has Black Mouth Curs, they are also hunting and treeing dogs.

Princess Houston not only climbs up a tree but she can climb down a tree. The first time the dogs and I saw her do it, we just stopped and stared. Boomer ran up to the tree and put his front paws on the trunk and hallooooooooooooooowd at her. But he could in no fashion ever get up there. Fuzzy looked at her like she was out of her gourd some how. The Rottweilers didn’t even pay attention to her since they have lived with her from her puppyhood.

Since Boomer and Houston are both hounds they love to go searching and sniffing around all the holes and hollers and dales and valleys on our place, but they are both good about coming back and being with us — if we call.

Oh, wait…Boomer sometimes has to play tricks on us and only come way after we call! 🙂

Anyway, I had lots of questions about Houston and if she could also climb down the tree once she was up there…yep, she can!

And she has a heart of gold and is an outstanding watch dog although, she no longer goes hunting.

Linda

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Houston

Posted on August 12, 2011 by Dayphoto

Ah, the Lovely Miss Houston!

Houston lives two miles from us….two whole miles. She is a beautiful yellow dog; some sort of cur, I’m not sure what kind. Her Mom knows what kind, but I never can remember. Oh, yes. Mountain Cur, she has papers and everything.

And it doesn’t matter.

Boomer and I love Hou-Bug!

Hou-Bug lives with two Rottweilers – Balou and Rock. Big dogs! Huge dogs! Big! Huge! My Mom says they are sweet and pets all over them and give them back rubs. Boomer and I are rather terrified of them and bark lots at them! We give them the best of our barks. Loud and long! I try to put a grrr in my bark and Boomer tries to make his bay deeper. We bark until Mom says “That enough now!” Then we stop and try to get right on top of Mom and in the way of her petting those B.I.G. dogs.

Dad makes Shannon keep all her dogs in the back of her truck…they pee on everything you know. Of course wherever they pee Boom and I have to pee over it because, well, it is OUR place! Houston gets to get out….sometimes. Not very often, only once in a while.

Boomer and I love Shannon. She is a dog person, well she is a cat person also, but we won’t go down that road. Dog person is enough. Cats we just let live here, life is really about dogs. But I digress.

I’ve been thinking of Houston…Houston of the soft yellow fur, lovely brown eyes. Sigh!

Of course when I think of Houston I have to think of Rock and Balou. They all seem to go together. “The Boys” I guess are likeable…they have no real glaring flaws, act just like well, dogs.

They also bark a lot. I mean a lot…they bark the whole time they are riding down the road… “Hey World!!! We are free! Riding like the Wind!” Bark! BARK! Woof! Bark!

I hate to admit it but Hou-Bug barks right along with them.

And Puff (Hank). He never barks in our truck or in his own, but if he is with Shannon all he does is bark, bark, bark, just like her dogs!

Now Boom and I we never bark going down the highway, refined dogs just don’t do that. We sniff the air a lot and trade sides so not to miss anything, beside Dad would make us stay at home if we barked the whole time.

I decided years and years and years ago I would not bark out-of-place so I won’t miss anything. Boomer said every time he barked he had to go into the garage. Where he used to live No ONE, not a single person there liked a barking dog. Sometimes some of the people would talk about de-barking any dogs that lived where he used to live.

Shudder.

Shudder!!!!

Hank likes to hang out with Shannon and her mob of dogs. He even goes to play with them in the river.

If Shannon even acts like she is even THINKING about asking Boomer and I to go we slink away and hide in our dog houses…we are NOT getting in the back of the truck with all of those loud dogs.

No sireee.

Fuzzy

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