May 15th 2013 6:33 am
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They call it a vacation. But do I get to take a breather? Nooooo, there are donkeys and cattle to control, and of course I step up to the plate. Get this, my human sister feeds treats to the donkeys and ignores my "starvation" looks! And the cattle, no fences so they are just wandering everywhere, mooing and doing all that cow stuff (and bull stuff, yeah there was one that woke up on the wrong side of the barn, for sure.)
PLUS stairs up to the bedrooms. Ugh. I might have made a misstep once so my strategy is to look pitiful and someone might carry me. Also, found a good trick about stickers in the grass! If you think you might be in an area where there are stickers, immediately hold your paw up and some human will feel sorry for you and if you are lucky, will pick you up so you don't have to watch out for the dumb stickers.
Also, we had a long conversation with a bunch of guy turkeys. We'd say something and they would gobble gobble and this went on for several minutes. Mom said something about them looking for some hens. How hard is that? I saw chickens everywhere.
I heard coyotes at night and also saw bats flying at dusk. Pretty cool. I wanna go back and this time I'm gonna practice my techniques on stairs and stickers from the get-go. If I'm gonna have to do animal control, I deserve some PERKS!
May 7th 2012 1:18 pm
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Once again, the Davis Mountains called us back. All those critters needed reminding that Mad-Dog takes no prisoners. Including the whole family of wild pigs on the ranch. 5 babies! And my mom was going "Oh, how cute." Get real, Mom, did you not notice the hog traps everywhere? I did, and they smelled very interesting! I offered my services as trap-guard, but no one listened...
There were only 2 young bulls in our pasture this time, but of course I immediately put them in their place. This one hereford had the nerve not to be scared - I think once he might have intended to get pushy, but my mom was there. I dunno about those horns.
And a few bunnies here and there to chase under the fence. And again my mom is doing the "cute" thing about them. Jeez.
In Terlingua, my mom, ever the bleeding heart, puts out a whole loaf of bread practically in strategic places for the local coyote. He showed up at dusk and from the looks of it, he's been doing well at those cabins. I was not allowed to confront the coyote. We probably would have bonded, both being canines etc. And having pointy ears. He might have let me have a piece of bread. I'll never know.
Most of the time was pretty relaxing, took a lot of naps in the sun. We always did animal rides in the mornng and at night. Saw a ton of deer which I expressed interest in and saw a fox or two, which I guess I'm supposed to gravitate to, my being a toy fox terrier and all.
November 15th 2011 1:50 pm
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Just got back from Caprock Canyons! Cool place with tons of critters to monitor - let's see, ya had your buffalo, your deer, your pheasants, your sandhill cranes, your wild hogs, your turkeys, your coyotes, your foxes and even one skunk crossing the road! BUT and this is the sad part, residing there is Queenie, the Barn Cat. This place is a Bed&Barn, 3 bedroom house on one end, stable and corral on the other - you just open the bathroom door, and there are horses and a tack room, hay - all that barn stuff. Also, there is the cat. She acts like she owns the place. Doesn't look scared at all when she sees me. IN FACT she likes to act like she is stalking me - it's downright creepy. You go out on the front porch and she scrambles to the front of the house; you go out the bathroom door, there she is! And she has this little "I'm so cool" look on her dumb cat face (I'll put a pic of her on my page). AND she's always trying to make friends with my mom and dad. You know that icky rubbing against your legs thing they do. So we had a great time - but this is the third time Barn Cat has been there, so I guess it's a cross I have to bear. Couple of my Dogster buds have offered to go out there first and let her know what's what, but I think the owner of the Bed&Barn likes her - she eats mice and stuff. Dawg, hasn't he heard of mouse traps?