This morning to keep the males away from her, I shoved Jenna's cone head into her house. She doesn't think she can get out though!
There was not much sleep to be had last night. Why of all nights did it have to snow? Ofcharka was first tied to his dog house, where he has been tied lately to learn to quit barking at the neighbour's dogs. This means me opening the window frequently and yelling at him when he sounds off. He needs to learn discernment barking. Of course, the young Maremma pups have followed his lead and bark at the neighbour's dogs too, so they need to learn that is not appropriate. Now that they are spayed, hopefully the dogs will stay home.
But for some reason the removal of their female organs has incited a great interest in breeding the puppies by the other dogs, including Robbie who also lost his boy parts yesterday, so there is ownership aggression to deal with, to see whom the dominant breeder will be. Harley and Ofcharka are double Robbie's size, but he is such a pain in the butt, that they acquiesce to him for the most part and he rules the pack, next to me of course. So, to give the puppies some peace, I tied Ofcharka near the hay bales where the dogs often sleep on the fallen hay. Then the snow started and he was miserable, not wanting to stay there, crying like a baby. Just after midnight, then I donned my coveralls and boots and released him. I have no idea where he slept though. There are quite a few choices, since Jenna was in his house and Jade was in Harley's because with the cones on their heads, it was the only place they could fit. One of both of them slept in the barn, judging from the newly rearranged hay.
Then the morning came too quickly. Drat that time change anyhow. Waking up an hour earlier than I need to simply because some beauraucrat decided that an hour of daylight would save money, yeah in 1941! The lights are on all the time now, anyhow, so I do not think it applies anymore. I was exhausted from the busy day with no break yesterday, the night of rescuing the dogs and stopping the barking and Robbie whining because he doesn't want the cone on his head. This too shall soon pass. The little newborn goat kid is doing fine, despite the frigid temperatures. His little body was warm and his tummy full, so he is continuing to feed himself and have enough energy to maintain his temperature. I gave his mamma fresh warm water and alalfa hay and fed Sarah the goat, who is in the dog kennel jail since with all the snow she is over the fences and into every critter's grain constantly. I am afraid she will overeat the grain and suffer bloat and even death, therefore, to protect her from herself, she is in jail. At least she has stopped her 24 hour crying!
Here is to hoping tonight will be a better rest for all and warmer temperatures and NO MORE SNOW! and no more fights for poor Harley!
But for some reason the removal of their female organs has incited a great interest in breeding the puppies by the other dogs, including Robbie who also lost his boy parts yesterday, so there is ownership aggression to deal with, to see whom the dominant breeder will be. Harley and Ofcharka are double Robbie's size, but he is such a pain in the butt, that they acquiesce to him for the most part and he rules the pack, next to me of course. So, to give the puppies some peace, I tied Ofcharka near the hay bales where the dogs often sleep on the fallen hay. Then the snow started and he was miserable, not wanting to stay there, crying like a baby. Just after midnight, then I donned my coveralls and boots and released him. I have no idea where he slept though. There are quite a few choices, since Jenna was in his house and Jade was in Harley's because with the cones on their heads, it was the only place they could fit. One of both of them slept in the barn, judging from the newly rearranged hay.
Then the morning came too quickly. Drat that time change anyhow. Waking up an hour earlier than I need to simply because some beauraucrat decided that an hour of daylight would save money, yeah in 1941! The lights are on all the time now, anyhow, so I do not think it applies anymore. I was exhausted from the busy day with no break yesterday, the night of rescuing the dogs and stopping the barking and Robbie whining because he doesn't want the cone on his head. This too shall soon pass. The little newborn goat kid is doing fine, despite the frigid temperatures. His little body was warm and his tummy full, so he is continuing to feed himself and have enough energy to maintain his temperature. I gave his mamma fresh warm water and alalfa hay and fed Sarah the goat, who is in the dog kennel jail since with all the snow she is over the fences and into every critter's grain constantly. I am afraid she will overeat the grain and suffer bloat and even death, therefore, to protect her from herself, she is in jail. At least she has stopped her 24 hour crying!
Here is to hoping tonight will be a better rest for all and warmer temperatures and NO MORE SNOW! and no more fights for poor Harley!
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