I wrote my original post about Livestock Guardian Dogs back when we brought home our first Maremma sheepdog, Hayley. Back when I knew the research but hadn’t lived the experience. While I still stand by the training techniques I talked about in that post, I figured it was high time I revisited the realm of Livestock Guardian Dogs (or LGD for short) and share some of the hard lessons I’ve…
September 10, 2018 Something big was in the forest. Hayley barked loud and long into the darkness but whatever it was was not afraid of her and continued to creep through the trees. The prolonged barking awoke the sleeping Farmher and provoked the side of her that tends to growl in a fearsome tone. But despite Farmher’s unlady-like yells out the window, Hayley continued her booming barks. By morning light…
Currently, there’s dog hair all over my couch. All.over.it. There’s chicken waterers, rabbit water bottles, and random bowls in my bathtub, filled with ice in various stages of melting. I pulled straw out of my kitchen sink. I haven’t washed my hair and I’m still wearing the same shirt I wore yesterday. This is where I am. This is me. My shoulder is throbbing, but I couldn’t tell you what…
This post is looooong over do. How long, you ask? This looooooong. (All those o’s are to represent how long it’s been. Should you totally miss my point there. Ok, moving on.) I’ve been talking about homemade flour tortillas since I posted this picture to instagram: Of course it was met with great response for the recipe, to which I answered, and I quote: “I will be sure to post…
Farmher was going about her morning chore ritual and minding her own business. If we’re being honest she was grumbling to herself about how Farmer always ditches her with morning chores, but if she doesn’t help him in the morning he gets angry with her. How unfair. It was during this self-pity grumble-fest that a ruckus occurred. She heard something that sounded like hooves and then suddenly the Guardians began…
Have you ever just woken up one day and thought to yourself: self, I need some chocolate pudding, pronto ? I haven’t. But good for you if you have! I’m not big on pudding. Maybe it’s because I find it overwhelming. It’s either too sweet or too rich. Or maybe it’s because my Mom fed it to me one time when I was sick and I barfed it back up…