I just got chewed out by my sweet little Frizz. I was later than usual getting all the hens back into their accommodations. When I went out to check on them and put them up she came straight at me like a little bullet! That's the most noise and the loudest I have ever heard her! She stood for me to pick her up and then continued to scold me, though more calmly. She is SO adorable!!! She is like a little white fuzzy cotton ball. I wish she would hold still for pictures!
I guess it must be the "vermin" time of the year. When I got up this morning I went and opened the blind on the back door. And what did my eyes behold? My Ziggy cat with a live plaything. Headed straight from the back fence for the house! So I grabbed shoes, with the intention of also grabbing a shovel, or whatever was handy outside the back door, for the purpose of giving the vermin a permanent headache. The dog (my blonde dingbat schnauzer) was way excited that I was awake and was insisting loudly that I let her out of her kennel. It probably didn't help her excitement that I was yelling about the scene going on out in the back yard. "Flip, Toss (scurry, running scared), Proudly looking at Mom who is in the window of the back door........who must undoubtedly be happy about the "PRESENT" because she is yelling and grabbing her shoes to come see" So I let out the noisemaker so she could go out with me. I grab the closest implement of pain and went towards the scene. Unfortunately so did the dog! As soon as she spotted the vermin she rushed it and the cat, snatching up the prize. Alternately tossing, mouthing it and dropping it. Like a sloppy game of hot potato. Then she DROPS IT AND LETS IT RUN AWAY INTO THE FLOWER BED!!!!! UHG!!!!!! Zig meanwhile is looking at me like, "Really Mom?!" Once the dog managed to gather her thoughts enough to go pee I was able to get her attention and get her to go inside the house. I was able to help the cat locate the, whatever it was. They got it in the end, no thanks to the dog. But you know, if they would just kill them out in the field, and not bring them to me as presents that would be ever so cool.
Especially since the cats proceed to eat it, then puke it back up somewhere in the yard in landmine form. WATCH where you walk people! Icky!
I guess it must be the "vermin" time of the year. When I got up this morning I went and opened the blind on the back door. And what did my eyes behold? My Ziggy cat with a live plaything. Headed straight from the back fence for the house! So I grabbed shoes, with the intention of also grabbing a shovel, or whatever was handy outside the back door, for the purpose of giving the vermin a permanent headache. The dog (my blonde dingbat schnauzer) was way excited that I was awake and was insisting loudly that I let her out of her kennel. It probably didn't help her excitement that I was yelling about the scene going on out in the back yard. "Flip, Toss (scurry, running scared), Proudly looking at Mom who is in the window of the back door........who must undoubtedly be happy about the "PRESENT" because she is yelling and grabbing her shoes to come see" So I let out the noisemaker so she could go out with me. I grab the closest implement of pain and went towards the scene. Unfortunately so did the dog! As soon as she spotted the vermin she rushed it and the cat, snatching up the prize. Alternately tossing, mouthing it and dropping it. Like a sloppy game of hot potato. Then she DROPS IT AND LETS IT RUN AWAY INTO THE FLOWER BED!!!!! UHG!!!!!! Zig meanwhile is looking at me like, "Really Mom?!" Once the dog managed to gather her thoughts enough to go pee I was able to get her attention and get her to go inside the house. I was able to help the cat locate the, whatever it was. They got it in the end, no thanks to the dog. But you know, if they would just kill them out in the field, and not bring them to me as presents that would be ever so cool.
Especially since the cats proceed to eat it, then puke it back up somewhere in the yard in landmine form. WATCH where you walk people! Icky!