Busy weekend! Built a second hen house to accommodate my chicken collecting, which took up the bulk of yesterday in the broiling sun (of course). Hauled it over a 5 foot tall fence I did, all my lonesome! Built the platform, screened in the windows, put in roosts and nest boxes. And then collapsed.
And nobody wants to sleep in it. All 25 of them cram themselves into the other, smaller hen house. Le sigh.
Today I picked up my latest foster puppy, Fergus.
He’s 8 months old, mostly border collie with a dash of Aussie and a pinch of cattle dog. He’s pretty darn cute! He really hates (read: fears) kids, and his owner is moving back to the UK where apparently kids are prolific, so she thought it best to rehome him before she went. I also don’t care for kids, so he’s safe here in that respect.
Maybe not so safe from TWooie though, who is – of course – not a fan. This is his “What? No, I wasn’t giving him Elvis lip right before your camera looked me. Why?” face.
And this is his “I just got yelled at for snapping at the puppy” face.
Fergus doesn’t seem all that challenging so far. He needs some work on his impulse control (snatches the ball out of the Chuck-It, puts teeth on my arms when he is amped up) and of course should be steered clear of children, but otherwise doesn’t seem to have too much in the way of issues.
Tonight he gets to learn to sleep in a crate, because I don’t cotton with puppies cavorting around my house whilst I’m trying to get my shut eye :)
Looking for a puppy? I bet he’d make a good sport dog. Lots of drive, lots of long legs, can clear a babygate no problemo!
If you’re interested, send me a message!
Dexter would like you to take Fergus home asap :)
Is it gone yet?