Time and Effort

I forget how much time and effort it takes to have a new puppy in the house. It’s like having a two-year-old running around that you have to follow around, to make sure they don’t get into something that may hurt them or they don’t tear something up. New puppies see to have a joie de vivre when everything in their world is new and interesting, including wires or cables, clothing, and shoes … especially shoes! When we got SoLow, I lost one of my favorite sandals to her chewing. So far, we seem to have watched Zandi much better.

And puppies can get into the smallest of openings. I remember that Sam used to like hiding in the bottom shelf of a rolling cart we have in the kitchen. She would peek out at us as we walked by and we had to entice her out with treats. Shhh, don’t say that word too loudly around my house. All of the dogs know that word and get excited, so we started spelling it on occasion.

We actually have three yards. There is an inner yard where all the food and the dog houses are kept. We have a middle yard, which now houses a chicken coop just waiting for some occupants. The outer yard is for the larger animals, currently two miniature donkeys, Lucky and Trixie, and two miniature goats, Bob and Willow.

The dogs love to run in the middle yard because it is filled with grass and weeds so we usually leave it open, at least until we get some chickens. I went out after feeding one morning to let the dogs into the house and Zandi was missing. Uh-oh, t-r-o-u-b-l-e! She flew through the small space between the gate and fence leading to the outer yard. She had been visiting the larger animals. Now, normally I wouldn’t have an issue with this but the donkeys were new and I knew they didn’t especially appreciate interlopers in their territory. Trixie had already tried to squash Zandi once before by stepping on her so I was a little concerned. Yet Zandi was alive and well and unharmed.

Later, Ed decided to add another cinder block to the two already blocking that access to the outer yard. When he turned to come back into the house, I guess he must’ve caught his foot on something, probably the stepping-stones, and ended up on the ground, flat on his back. A scrapped knee and elbow later, he was confident that Zandi couldn’t get back into the outer yard.

I caught Zandi the next day, putting her front paws on the top cinder block and pulling herself up. So much for good intentions! We had a plastic pipe in that space, which stopped her but was a pain to deal with.  Now, Ken has changed it for some short metal fencing.  It won’t stop her from climbing the fence however, but, as of now, she hasn’t made it to the top. I sure hope she doesn’t figure out how to get over the top or we may definitely have a problem!

So much time and effort but how much fun we have had with this little bundle of joy!


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