Savingdogs-Saving the chickens

[savingdogs]

I guess it is just supposed to be clean for an incubator in case they explode then? I'll try that, thanks!

 

[BarredBuff]

Your welcome!! Good luck!!

 

[Denim Deb]

Just getting caught up w/this journal. (I'm way behind on here.)

I've had female dogs together, and never had a problem. The most dogs we had at one point in time was 3, all females. We've only ever owned 1 male dog. When we had them, one was a GSD, one was a beagle, and 1 was a Cocker. Maybe it was due to the breeds?

As for why the chicken crossed the road, that's easy. It wanted to lay it on the line.

 

[savingdogs]

Very cute, Deb! I thought that was pretty funny.

I do think the breeds make a difference with the alpha business. I think some breeds tend to produce more alphas than others and really female dogs can be the biggest fight causers. I rarely have seen big fights between a male dog and a female dog, I actually can't think of a single time.

We had an amazing day! Ellie and Hanna are adopted and on their way to Montana, their people were trying to get as far as Couer D' Alene today. It was really hard to say good bye but we loved the new owners just as I thought we would. Hubby was chuckling because they reminded us of ourselves. She was dressed exactly the same as me and is about my height. He wasn't the same height as Hubby, but he said to my husband, "Ridgebacks are not really dogs" and Hubby almost fell over, because that is his pet phrase when he talks to people about these dogs. They really do show characteristics of the feral dogs that originally made up the breed (for instance, I've never seen a flea or a tick on any of them). They drink like camels and can go long periods of time without it like one, too. And they can understand s-p-e-l-l-i-n-g!

But anyhow they went off down the road with hubby and I geting consiled by AB. Then we went off to a short but wonderful visit with our daughter and grandchild, who is getting so dang cute that she cheered us up. What a pistol that kid is! But that was a good antidote to our glum spirits at that point. And then a little later we got the call it was time to go meet the people for Henry, and we went and picked him up.

He is a very nice dog and is NOT really that fat. We won't call him Foie Grois this week, but a diet will be in order, but mostly I think he just needs more exercise. He is a calm, stroller, regal type, not a bouncy ball of fire like Hanna. He is the brightest shade of flaming red I've ever seen on a ridgeback,and he is a "ridgeless" meaning he does not show the characteristic trait so prized, so he was essentially a cull. But his breeder let him live so they weren't so bad. 20 percent or so of purebred ridgebacks don't have ridges, so we believe that finding them all pet homes is the proper choice, not euthanasia. This guy lost his home due to a housing situation and we have no idea why no one in Salt Lake City adopted him, I can see no reason. Someone around here is going to LOVE him. Without a ridge, a ridgeback looks like a huge Vizla with a full length tail pretty much, especially a "liver". So people might think I have a Vizla on steroids.

In any event, he came from the farthest on the day that we sent dogs adopted the farthest away, it felt like we came full circle. On the day that was so hard, to give up Ellie and Hanna, we got another ridgie, to remind us of why we give them away. But five different volunteers contributed to Henry being brought to us, plus our coordinator, so we feel pretty special. And glad that we were "open" when Henry needed us.

 

[framing fowl]

Whew... that sounds like a big day.

 

[savingdogs]

This dog is very nice! I think he will be adopted to the family we have lined up very shortly. He is doing excellent. I doubt he will even make the website, I suspect he will be adopted before we get that far. All dogs should be so nice. I can only think that Utah must be networking extremely far and wide for him to need to leave Utah to find a home. I'm so glad we were able to raise our hand when he needed to go somewhere. I love our new coordinator! She is bringing a fresh .....happiness, I guess to our reescue endeavors. We notice a big change going to a breed rescue instead of all-breed. The all-breed group taught us a lot of things but working with one breed you know and love is much more rewarding. But we feel very much at home volunteering in this way, it is a fit like a glove. To be able to help the community in a way we like so much, it is more of a passion and hobby than something hard. Giving them up is hard but we gain something new from each one, and learn something new about dogs every time, even when they blend together to us and we can't remember their names or their storiies. Because truthfully, I forget more of their stories than I can remember. Most of our rescue life can be summed up as: Dog was in the wrong place, we had it for awhile and it normalized and we gave it to a nice person. Then along comes another.

We are sticking around home today with a farm agenda, getting the chicken coop cleaned again, working on the garden, making laundry soap, and I found citric acid yesterday, so I think I'll try making motzarella soon too. I may wait for a rainy day to do that. It looks like clear skies here today.

 

[savingdogs]

We are having a dismal-looking drizzly day, same as we have had the last week while they have been predicting "mostly dry". Hmph! At least my garden likes this although I'm getting too many slugs! What bird eats banana slugs (chickens and muscovy do NOT).

So I'm gonna try to make Lasagna today with my homemade ricotta cheese and this time I have the "real deal" noodles. Rachael Ray made a mock lasagna yesterday that really tempted me but I don't have all those ingredients so I think I'll stick with the standard.

Not a whole lot else going on, just plugging along with the same chores. It seems very calm here without Ellie and Hanna. I keep counting heads and coming up short and then thinking, Oh, yea, that is right, this is the right number.

The other day, it was so funny I almost peed my pants watching the antics of my doeling. Emilee, my little piglet doeling, is always eating. She has quite the tummy. While her mom and aunt fight over who gets to eat first, she quietly munches and gets the most. But in any event, this fat little girl sees the recycled oatmeal container that I brought out some duck food in, although I'd already dumped the duck food into their coop and the container was just sitting there empty, but tempting her.......
She gets her HEAD STUCK in it,and then proceeds to wander around making the oatmeal container dance around like a crazy puppet, meh mehing. This scares Molly and Ginger and they won't come near her, even her mom runs away from her! They thought the good quaker was coming after them. Poor Emillee cries even harder. I had to run out and remove the thing between my hysterics. I wish I had a video camera handy. I know goats = crazy, but they also = funny. I think Emilee is going to end up more round than tall, but dang, is she cute.

I also discovered a method for "taming" baby chicks and it seems to work!

 

[framing fowl]

I can just picture it!

 

[dragonlaurel]

I wish you got video of the Quaker goat. She sounds wonderful.

 

[Denim Deb]

I looked out my window once, and Sugar had her food bucket on her head. I thought I was going to have to go out and remove it when she stuck her head down, and the bucket fell off. Then, she stuck her head back down in the bucket, picked it back up that way, and walked around w/it on her head. I think she must have been talking to OFG, and since she didn't have a cat w/a tin foil hat, used that instead.