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If you can’t run with the big dogs, stay on the porch. That's a lesson Little Pup learned a bit too late.
Little Pup? Yes, it’s true there is a new addition to the menagerie of big white dogs at the farmstead.
Little Pup is a 13-week-old Pyrenees pup. She was the last of two females in a litter when all heck broke loose at her birth home.
Seems several of the too many dogs living there got loose and a goat and several chickens ended up paying the price.
I got a phone call early one morning last week from an acquaintance telling me if I didn’t come pick up the last two pups they might end up meeting a fae worse than living at the farm.
I hurried over and picked up the two little balls of white fur. Roger and Fran Dick rescued one while I took the other.
Little Pup had spent the first 13 weeks of her life living in a small black portable kennel and collecting fleas.
She had not had a real good interaction with humans. Her first interaction with me was a good scrubbing with anti-flea shampoo, so her first interaction with humans at my place wasn’t that much better.
She did seem to get along fine with other dogs however.
Lightning and Hudson have been living in the pen lately after a few episodes of running where they shouldn’t be running since Lightning discovered his shock collar isn’t working anymore.
Little Pup joined the two BWDs in the pen, which was entirely voluntary since she is still small enough to slip through the fencing at will.
It wasn’t a concern to me, because as long as the big dogs stayed in the pen, she stayed on the porch.
Unfortunately, Sunday the big dogs dug out of their pen and hit the road.
Little Pup left the porch to tag along with the big dogs.
Sunday evening I got a call from one of the neighbors, four miles away to let me know my dogs had shown up at their farm.
Two of my dogs had shown up at their farm.
Little Pup was missing in action.
Two days later Little Pup came walking up the driveway, beat up looking and walking very stiff legged.
As she neared the house I could see the reason for the stiff gait.
“I got stickers,” and she did.
About an hour later I removed the last of what ain’t found on the safety of the porch from her matted up fur.
Terry Spradley is the editor of the St. John News his e-mail is sjnewseditor@embarqmail.com
If you can’t run with the big dogs, stay on the porch. That's a lesson Little Pup learned a bit too late.
Little Pup? Yes, it’s true there is a new addition to the menagerie of big white dogs at the farmstead.
Little Pup is a 13-week-old Pyrenees pup. She was the last of two females in a litter when all heck broke loose at her birth home.
Seems several of the too many dogs living there got loose and a goat and several chickens ended up paying the price.
I got a phone call early one morning last week from an acquaintance telling me if I didn’t come pick up the last two pups they might end up meeting a fae worse than living at the farm.
I hurried over and picked up the two little balls of white fur. Roger and Fran Dick rescued one while I took the other.
Little Pup had spent the first 13 weeks of her life living in a small black portable kennel and collecting fleas.
She had not had a real good interaction with humans. Her first interaction with me was a good scrubbing with anti-flea shampoo, so her first interaction with humans at my place wasn’t that much better.
She did seem to get along fine with other dogs however.
Lightning and Hudson have been living in the pen lately after a few episodes of running where they shouldn’t be running since Lightning discovered his shock collar isn’t working anymore.
Little Pup joined the two BWDs in the pen, which was entirely voluntary since she is still small enough to slip through the fencing at will.
It wasn’t a concern to me, because as long as the big dogs stayed in the pen, she stayed on the porch.
Unfortunately, Sunday the big dogs dug out of their pen and hit the road.
Little Pup left the porch to tag along with the big dogs.
Sunday evening I got a call from one of the neighbors, four miles away to let me know my dogs had shown up at their farm.
Two of my dogs had shown up at their farm.
Little Pup was missing in action.
Two days later Little Pup came walking up the driveway, beat up looking and walking very stiff legged.
As she neared the house I could see the reason for the stiff gait.
“I got stickers,” and she did.
About an hour later I removed the last of what ain’t found on the safety of the porch from her matted up fur.
Terry Spradley is the editor of the St. John News his e-mail is sjnewseditor@embarqmail.com
