Harley came to the farm a year and a half ago, at age 2. He was very malnourished, weighing a meager 68 pounds when he should have weighed double that. He was kind and gentle, but so large I did not know quite what to make of him. His previous owner seemed anxious to get rid of him, but Harley has proven time and again to be a very valued member of the Fat Ewe Farm. He fought coyotes fearlessly and had many cuts and bite scars to show it. He liked to come up between my legs from behind and look up at me with those big brown eyes.
Harley was gentle with the livestock and never showed any signs of agression,except once when the whole pack went into pack mentality in the middle of the night last summer as the male llama was trying to breed the female. I am sure the dogs thought and still do think that when the male llama bites the females and orgles, which is their singing to entice the girls, that he is hurting them. That is the only time Harley has ever shown any agression to livestock on the farm.
I love Harley so very much. The weather is frigid, snowing and minus 28 tonight with a wind chill factor on top of that. If he is injured, there is little chance he will survive the night. I took Robbie out earlier to look around the quarter, but we found nothing, no tracks even. I drove the truck around the intersection and down the highway a little in case he was struck, but there were no tracks and no Harley. He was such a beautiful soul, such a wonderful dog. I am wishing to see his face looking at me when I wake up tomorrow. I love you Harley.
Harley was gentle with the livestock and never showed any signs of agression,except once when the whole pack went into pack mentality in the middle of the night last summer as the male llama was trying to breed the female. I am sure the dogs thought and still do think that when the male llama bites the females and orgles, which is their singing to entice the girls, that he is hurting them. That is the only time Harley has ever shown any agression to livestock on the farm.
I love Harley so very much. The weather is frigid, snowing and minus 28 tonight with a wind chill factor on top of that. If he is injured, there is little chance he will survive the night. I took Robbie out earlier to look around the quarter, but we found nothing, no tracks even. I drove the truck around the intersection and down the highway a little in case he was struck, but there were no tracks and no Harley. He was such a beautiful soul, such a wonderful dog. I am wishing to see his face looking at me when I wake up tomorrow. I love you Harley.
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