My dogs are the best things that are on this farm, hands down. If I could afford it and had extra hands, I would have even more dogs. I would rescue some of the unwanted ones and rehabilitate them and rehome them. That is something I have done before and though it is a lot of dedication and work, the rewards are great.
The livestock guardian dogs work hard on the farm. With zero predator losses in three years, I must say I feel 100 % safe at all times. The dogs could not fight a bear or a cougar, but there are enough of them that the predators choose to go elsewhere so fights are quite rare. Most of the time the dogs simply bark and chase and the predators run like crazy from a pack of big dogs bred to kill. It is in their blood and bones. They protect. That is what they do.
But in the daytime they sleep. They tend to follow me around as I do the chores, first sleeping on the straw bales, then near the gravel pile and finally by the ram pen. They know when I move and where I am. They will sleep at the Inn or at the farmhouse, depending on whether I am in one or the other. They wait for me and when they see me, they come, grins on their handsome and pretty faces and tails wagging in anticipation of being loved. And they are. My sleeping beauties were napping in the warmth of the sun this afternoon and touched my heart. I love those dogs.
The livestock guardian dogs work hard on the farm. With zero predator losses in three years, I must say I feel 100 % safe at all times. The dogs could not fight a bear or a cougar, but there are enough of them that the predators choose to go elsewhere so fights are quite rare. Most of the time the dogs simply bark and chase and the predators run like crazy from a pack of big dogs bred to kill. It is in their blood and bones. They protect. That is what they do.
But in the daytime they sleep. They tend to follow me around as I do the chores, first sleeping on the straw bales, then near the gravel pile and finally by the ram pen. They know when I move and where I am. They will sleep at the Inn or at the farmhouse, depending on whether I am in one or the other. They wait for me and when they see me, they come, grins on their handsome and pretty faces and tails wagging in anticipation of being loved. And they are. My sleeping beauties were napping in the warmth of the sun this afternoon and touched my heart. I love those dogs.
Jenna
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Jade
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Harley, still looking quite scruffy after his big fight for dominance with Ofcharka. Too bad Joe joined in and bit Harley's legs, cause now Harley is limping and sore.
Robbie, who only sleeps soundly at night really.
Ofcharka, my big beautiful sweet black boy
Jenna. She still sleeps just like she did as a baby…so endearing
Jade, my shadow. She loves me and I love her.
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