Great news about your FIL tnspursfan09! The chewing issues for Jax will also go away when he has something to keep him occupied. Get him some rawhide chews so that he has something to chew. It will help clean his teeth and keep him occupied when you have something else to do.
See I knew that once you calmed down and thought things out that it wouldn't be as bad as you feared!
Yeah. It'll prolly be like the chickens. When DH and DD first brought them home I didn't want chickens AT ALL. Lol...look at me now. A victim of chicken math and a bator-holic.
My little house is built on a slope, so the back wall is shorter on the outside ... if that makes sense. Geese can actually peek through the bedroom window right behind my bed and above the headboard, it is that low. Every single morning they traverse the narrow bit of land between the house and the back fence to let me know I should open the coop so they can enter to eat, as I only feed the poultry in the coop. Well, except for everybody's daily Treat Session. My two small dogs sleep with me. Zorro the Aged House Hitler sleeps through everything but the scent of food. Dooley barks from under the blankets when the four geese gabble at - or tap on - the bedroom window. I can prevent this unpleasant awakening by getting up at dawn to open the coop, but usually go back to bed for another 90 minutes or so. Sometimes longer.... Last week, after the first day of light rain, I exited the house through the kitchen side of the house, because there is a patio there, with low steps to the gravel driveway, then walked from the far side of the house to the coop. Normally, I exit through the second bedroom onto the deck, into the garden, go through the gate, then down a sloped bit of ground to the coop. Folks with free range poultry know about denuded ground.... In rainy weather, that is dangerously slick territory (and it's not just MUD, if you know what I mean. As I intend to get back into bed, I open the coop wearing my nightshirt, not always covered with a robe. Open coop, get back into bed. Do not wish to strip off mucky nightshirt and shower between those two "activities." I re-entered the house through the front door, not walking all the way back to the far side door. Shorter distance, warm bed calling silently to me. Some time later, Dooley comes up from underneath the blankets, barking at the sound of gabbling geese. As I always do, I tell him "Dooley, shut UP, they're OUTSIDE," I was wrong. Four huge Toulouse geese were shouldering each other IN THE BEDROOM DOORWAY, obviously on a tour through the Food Lady's Coop. They hadn't been able to determine who should enter first, so they were jockeying for position. Apparently I had not pulled the French door tightly enough to latch it when I went out that way. Didn't come back in the same door, so didn't catch it then. Caleb, Zoe, Dora and Ariel didn't want to go back out the same way they had entered, so I herded the indignant foursome around the coffee table in the living room, out through the second bedroom, onto the deck, into the fenced garden and out into the yard. Getting them out of the garden took a bit of time and effort. I apologized to Dooley afterward. And to Sparkle the House Silkie and her two chicks, who were all twitter-pated at having their domain invaded. Surprisingly, the only goose-generated mess was what they did to the kibble in the dog food dishes.
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