Originally Posted by drumstick diva
I'm guessing puppers are not interested in fetching a ball until they are retirement age - too boring. Like old ladies and their bingo games.
Girls are interested in retrieving all sorts of dog toys. Photos of that are rarely captured simply because the operator of the said camera is involved in the play time of tossing the toys. Not sure lugging around my camera AND tossing toys is a grand concept. You know us oldsters...toss toy/toss camera...we can be rather forgetful at times!
In the morn, it is usually where I let the dog to dog playtime happen...the girls get to do the puppy together routine and dogs play together in ways no human with dogs ever are able. Being that they are only six months old...the antics of the two girls are marvelous AND why I posted the snow waltz. Brilliantly entertaining, yes?
I get to sit in the lawn chair and witness the fun...remember to click and then post some of it here.
Nov 16 2015
Now on the evening of the 16th...I did get to click pics because Rick was throwing the floppy for them.
Now often we stand opposite each other and he throws the floppy and then it is my turn to throw...keep those gals on their tippy toes, eh.
Camera operation is not a good idea with the wet snow (coast snow fell on the sixteenth) but I wanted pics of the girls enjoying the snow.
My fav kick it ball for the girls right now is a large tennis like one...do keep in mind, whatever is tossed likely ends up buried in the snow and a floppy is black and easy to locate over something like a tennis ball.
Originally Posted by drumstick diva
Just reminiscing about how little it took to make Fixins happy-
I'll call you on that one DD!
We double fenced the property here thinking good to go and then along came Fixins...the ACD that could negotiate her flying body right thru regularly spaced page wire. Up went the third fence and in retrospect, if asked now to do it over, we would just chain link the five acres and consider the job done once instead of three times. It has been an ordeal indeed.
Fixins might have been happier going outside her boundaries to bite the deserving world, but the end result from that need she had, that would ultimately NOT have made her happy. Too many horrors to happen with her able to get out.
Fixins was happy because of all the work and efforts that came before her and what we did to accommodate her extra special needs during her lifetime. She never was an easy keeper that one! But with extra effort comes the extra rewards.
Nov 11 2014 - Funny, we don't have THAT much snow THIS year!
All Rick and my work and efforts to set up Pear-A-Dice began because of the love and ongoing understanding we have for these cow dogs. I would suspect what we did seems to have just happened because that is how we roll but from how tired and wore out we are--I know it was never a cake walk of easy. I counter nothing came easy as with all good things in life it takes simple honest work. Nobody gave us any financial jump to start, nobody gave any advice past my own family cynically commented when I left my home town to travel my own life path, how I would be back begging for my plate of supper on their step. I often feel like the "boy named Sue" in that Cash song...I'm where I am now because I am stubborn and hard headed...don't tell me what I plan on doing is impossible because I'll make you stand back and watch me! Eat crow baby!
A Boy Named Sue
written by Johnny Cash, Robert Johnson, & Norman George Blake:
My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze
Now, I don't blame him 'cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me Sue
Fixins and all of our dogs just slide in and start up living am ACDog's life from the get go--we make fine tuning adjustments on the fly and live by stepping up as you need to see it set proper. In 1998, after acquiring as many resources and as much preparedness as we were able, we bit the bullet and bought a run down five acre patch and started on it. We have basically traded our youth and stamina, our bodies expected expiry dates have been ramped up to happen sooner but we would not trade what we did since then for anything...the fences (if that is what they could be called--rotted posts and rusty dangerous barb) were disastrous and everything on the place was used up or completely abandoned to being overgrown with neglect. You could not move thru the forest without tripping or getting a stick in the eye. There were things like ele cords nailed to poplar trees for so long the tree's bark had grown over the very cord! A simple example on what we where up against was that my son had pointed out that half the roof on the garage you could see light thru...the sellers had tar shingled the side facing the house in the hopes whomever bought it was vamboozled...how very hilarious is that! First task saw us tear the shingles off and metal roof the garage as winter thundered in on us.
As we surveyed what was here before we took the dive and bought into the virtual nightmare...the theme like that continued! The pump house which was in dire need of tearing down and replacing, again, three sides painted, but the back, why bother eh...why bother indeed. There were three years of tinseled up Christmas trees, tossed over the backyard fence...with three of the trees in the very yard you walked by daily, topped to contribute to Xmas...who in their right minds tops your own specimen trees in the front yard? Well I guess this family did!
Further damage sustained by many of the forest trees became apparent when a pile of children's dinky toys was found hidden under a pile of rubble...along with a hatchet. Who gives a child a hatchet to play with...good gack, eh! The wounds on the trunks of the trees have long ago mended and healed over--the sap no longer flows like blood on the forest floors here...things like the worn out lean-to that was meant to be the GREENHOUSE in the full on shaded side of the garage has long about been torn down and a proper greenhouse in 2007 put up in the new orchard that contains all the fruit trees that were planted in the shady side of the forest...so many good intentions is what we saw but just plain poor planning or basic understanding of what works or don't, likely jinxed them ever succeeding. Fixed up and we hope, improved upon.
All those years here has seen the shelterbelts grow to be an asset...the buildings getting done, one by one...even the simplest of things like how I am on constant vigilance to pick rocks up from the pastures (dogs run unimpeded...no stones to bruise paws) and how Rick continues to make improvements by turning in used bedding to upgrade the ability of the soil to make soft grasses for dog toes to run over. Every day something is completed to make the place more enjoyable...for man and beast!
And Fixins of all the ACDs we have had was and is the most demanding of any of the dogs we have had in our lives. Like a loaded gun ready to go off...she and us loved the relationship but totally respected she demanded extra special care and attentions to be the plus she was for us all. Containment and caring of the Princess Warrior was extreme...even right down to the very food she was compatible with eating in her later years. Difficult and ever so worth it. So happy we were blessed with her.
Attitude...totally lipping me off already!
No, lots of dogs are not too difficult to have but the Australian Cattle Dogs are a force to be reckoned with and demand extra special attentions if you want them to reside with you in good health into old age safely. I remember walking down the hill where the original orchard trees were--I had put one of those wire tomato cages around one of the pin cherries so we did not mow it down before we had transplanted it to its new location in the new orchard. Bounding down the hill with us was the young Makins...bouncy, bouncy BOUND! Right inside the tomato cage she dove...her butt and rear legs dangling over the sides--perfectly captured...even something one would figure that is as neutral as a tomato cage around a tree was dangerous for the rambunctious ACDs. I laughed as we hauled her backwards out of her wire prison and thought..."Good gosh, these dogs sure have a knack for finding things to get into trouble over!"
Triple perimeter fenced, pastures and forests kept in good order...safe ACD approved toys, a purpose to devote themselves to whole heartedly like having stock to mind that itself is kept safely tucked in from the dangers of predators consuming them...no, I guess whilst I sip my coffee and think about what it all takes to have any ACD, old or young, I would not advise ownership without having a fully safe containment setup with lots of extras for amusement purposes. Old dogs like Fixins might have tired out sooner than a six month old ACD puppy duo, but she was raised from day one here and she had her ACD puppy life too which was never a small undertaking. Makins, her mother was left loose in the house but we have never allowed two ACDs loose in the house unsupervised and only ever an ACD that was at least five years and older...two ACDs whatever their age would be like two ten year olds left to their own devices...sure the one would find the matches and the t'other would light one but say the other did it...AGH!
Three most common reasons for an ACD to die before its time...shot/poisoned/killed by others for things like working livestock--just running at large making a nuisance of itself may also cause the next one, run over by vehicles, then there is choked by a chain or its own collar. Basically containment or confinement issues when you are not available to watch your ACD and ensure they are behaving nice nice and staying safe.
The way Rick and I see what we have done is we may never EVER know all the disasters we have missed enduring and to us, that is jest fine and dandy thanks...Fine and Dandy!
I guess DD, fond memories are just that...we figure the good old days are the way things should be but when Fixins was here, she was no easier to keep that the two young pups are--as said, she paved the way to containing ACDs ever so easy because she was one heck of an extreme ACD that always was testing+...all the over the top work is completed and we know we are ACD containment proofed to the nines. Now I do enjoy an ACD that is over five years of age for the simple fact that whatever good or bad habits they have, that be that, you got what you got. Predictable without too many surprises...they slow down and seem more manageable but that slowing down attributed to old age is just that...some day, somehow, the slow down comes to a full stop and it is the stopping part we hate! We humans sadly have a life span expectation to live longer than one dog's but in hindsight...that just means we get to enjoy more than just one of them...if we are lucky, eh.
Originally Posted by scottcaddy
Thank You Tara, I enjoyed the Snow dance!!
I am happy you have enjoyed witnessing the waltz. Ain't it kewl how just some words typed and photos posted can do a little story and cross over the miles between us all. Pretty neat.
Well finally, made a trip to the city feed mill to get 1/3 of our poultry rations for the year...four tons of the bagged bird foods in 160 bags. YAH.
Tired from the trip but content.
Now to restack the one pallet of bags onto a coupla pallets so Rick can move it with the tractor to the feed room where I will need to pack and stow it away. Then take the small trailer and boo one ton truck to town for clean up. Still ill but to heck with it. Not dead yet and it's so time to get on with this life and keep living it to the max.
Doggone & Chicken UP!
Tara Lee Higgins
Higgins Rat Ranch Conservation Farm, Alberta, Canada