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It isn't just grumpy old men who will tell you this: no good deed goes unpunished. Ok, my husband says that I *am* a grumpy old man, but that's beside the point.
Things with the rescued dog, Hotch, have been going great. He's sweet, he's friendly, he's pretty mannerly for an unsocialized dog, and I'm really enjoying caring for and working with him. The catch? The other dogs are not loving an un-neutered male in the house. We are keeping the dogs seperated, but yesterday our little devil dog Toki managed to jump a 6ft fence to attack Hotch while I walked him out front. The poor guy didn't know what hit him; he was instantly reduced to a spinning, cowering, screaming heap of pathetic. Thankfully, he was unhurt and didn't fight back so Toki wasn't either.
I'm impressed that a tiny dog like her can jump that high but d@mnit! Now that she knows she can get over the fence, she is making it a point to do so because she gets some kind of bizzare joy out of jumping over things. Which means we need to, at the very least, put an extra foot or so of something along the top of the fence. My vote is razor wire at this point; she drives me NUTS! Ok, frustrated Ren speaking, but seriously... this stinks. It is not going to be cheap to "enhance" an entire acre worth of fencing. Training would be cheaper, but if her other training is any indication: she will behave while you're standing there and misbehave the moment you turn your back. We can't risk her getting out when we're not home to supervise.
The joys of having pets, huh?
Speaking of which... it is presently 6am. I have been up since 4:30. Why, you ask? Well, now that he's on de-wormer, Hotch is passing a lot of gross wormy poop. And that is making him need to go out more often. So at 4:30 this morning I heard a very eerie howling, which is apparently the sound of a hound who is about to let loose all over his cage. Of course, him howling set off the other three dogs in the house in a frenzy of territorial barking. Goody!
My life isn't all a series of canine conundrums, however. Today is "muck-out" day in Lucy's outdoor digs. Lucy, being a flemmie, is a big bunny who makes a lot of BIG POOP. This is somewhat to our advantage. Her outdoor playspace is an old Tegu pen, and like most old Tegu pens, it is void of any vegetation from the burrowing proclivities of the species. I am trying to get grass growing in there, and one thing that is helping? Well, once or twice a week I go out and simply till under all of Lucy's feces. It's starting to make for really rich, nice looking soil. I'm encouraged!
I will post more small critter updates later. Right now I might hazard sneaking back into bed. This is one of my few days off, and dangit, I shouldn't have to get up at my typical 4am workday time!
Things with the rescued dog, Hotch, have been going great. He's sweet, he's friendly, he's pretty mannerly for an unsocialized dog, and I'm really enjoying caring for and working with him. The catch? The other dogs are not loving an un-neutered male in the house. We are keeping the dogs seperated, but yesterday our little devil dog Toki managed to jump a 6ft fence to attack Hotch while I walked him out front. The poor guy didn't know what hit him; he was instantly reduced to a spinning, cowering, screaming heap of pathetic. Thankfully, he was unhurt and didn't fight back so Toki wasn't either.
I'm impressed that a tiny dog like her can jump that high but d@mnit! Now that she knows she can get over the fence, she is making it a point to do so because she gets some kind of bizzare joy out of jumping over things. Which means we need to, at the very least, put an extra foot or so of something along the top of the fence. My vote is razor wire at this point; she drives me NUTS! Ok, frustrated Ren speaking, but seriously... this stinks. It is not going to be cheap to "enhance" an entire acre worth of fencing. Training would be cheaper, but if her other training is any indication: she will behave while you're standing there and misbehave the moment you turn your back. We can't risk her getting out when we're not home to supervise.
The joys of having pets, huh?
Speaking of which... it is presently 6am. I have been up since 4:30. Why, you ask? Well, now that he's on de-wormer, Hotch is passing a lot of gross wormy poop. And that is making him need to go out more often. So at 4:30 this morning I heard a very eerie howling, which is apparently the sound of a hound who is about to let loose all over his cage. Of course, him howling set off the other three dogs in the house in a frenzy of territorial barking. Goody!
My life isn't all a series of canine conundrums, however. Today is "muck-out" day in Lucy's outdoor digs. Lucy, being a flemmie, is a big bunny who makes a lot of BIG POOP. This is somewhat to our advantage. Her outdoor playspace is an old Tegu pen, and like most old Tegu pens, it is void of any vegetation from the burrowing proclivities of the species. I am trying to get grass growing in there, and one thing that is helping? Well, once or twice a week I go out and simply till under all of Lucy's feces. It's starting to make for really rich, nice looking soil. I'm encouraged!
I will post more small critter updates later. Right now I might hazard sneaking back into bed. This is one of my few days off, and dangit, I shouldn't have to get up at my typical 4am workday time!