Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
At first she thought the crate was empty and felt a little disappointed, but then something moved. Way, way back in a dark corner was a terrified black puppy. The young woman selling the pup approached her and explained his fear. She said the litter was born on her neighbor’s farm. They were not wanted and they lived in a corral with the horses. She adopted one that she found drowning in a bucket one day and was able to save. She asked the owners if she could have the rest of them to find homes for them. They were happy to oblige. So, in order to save them, she took them all and found homes for all but two of them. This guy was the last one. She reached way back in the crate and brought out a 10-12 week old Black Lab/Aussie mix puppy. He was limp and nearly lifeless. His body was a mass of fleas. He would not look at the Duchess or the young lady. He just hung there in the woman's arms. If you tried to look him in the face he turned his head. The Duchess was overcome with compassion for this little lost soul. She could tell that he had been getting plenty to eat, but he was quite a mess – inside and out.
In the meantime, here comes the Duke. “No puppies” he said before he even looked. But he too was overcome when he saw the condition of the little pup. The young woman said she would not even charge them the $10 if they would provide the pup with a good home.
So they brought him home, put him straight in the laundry sink for a flea bath, named him Bear, and then introduced him to the family.
He promptly ran behind the fountain and no one could get him out. Not even the manly Duke. So there he stayed while the other dogs went about their business. Every now and then the Duchess would check on him and still he would not budge. Then it happened. The Duchess went back to check him again and found to her surprise and delight he was in the middle of the back yard playing tug-of-war with the big dog Sara!
And he grew . . . And he grew . . .
At six months old he was almost as big as Sara.
It turned out that Bear had suffered irreversible injuries in the horse corral which he has lived with all these many years. He has only one good eye and damage to his spine that has brought him arthritis, but he has been a wonderful addition to the Royal family. And he never complains!
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Now that the camping season is over it is time to buckle down and get things done. Today the Duke and Duchess went to the neighbors house. We had to stay home but we could watch everything through the fence. The Duchess said they had to go there to work, but I ask you, does this look like work to you???
Hey Lady - why do you keep pointing that black box at me?
This is SERIOUS business going on here, so could you please just leave????
Hey Lady! Take a picture of MY handsome face!
I've got you all beat. I know how to pose for the camera and smile :)
So all this was happening on the other side of the fence while I was stuck behind bars. It isn't fair. Those are MY goats.
I guard them through the fence every single day.
They come talk to me because they know I am a great Guard Queen.
I keep them safe.
Please, please, please let us out!!!
So by now you are probably wondering why we were not allowed to go with the Duke and Duchess. Well, this is why. . .
Today was a firewood day. Chainsaws were buzzing, wood was flying.
Friday, September 4, 2009
There was a mix up in the reservations at Lake Roosevelt so the campers had to leave a day earlier than planned. Not wanting to go home, the Skipper called his sister, Lady Jill, who has a boat house in a private marina somewhere on the way home. (A boat house is not the same thing as a house boat - my poor Duchess took some time figuring this out! She may not be the brightest crayon in the box but she's MY crayon so I love her anyway.)
Upon arrival the Duchess was thrilled to be able to park on the grass and have an electrical hook up too!
A view out of the window
She was so enthralled with the surroundings that she let her guard down - only for an instant. Well, I ask you, how long does it take to make eye contact with a very large dog? One look and she was a goner. My poor Duchess fell head over heels before she even knew what hit her.
Meet Chester -
Chester is part Labrador Retriever and part Chesapeake Bay Retriever. He is 3 years old. He is perfect in every way -
Except, of course, if you are drinking water from a plastic bottle. . .
Chester loves water bottles.
First he removes the cap, and then the label.
It is a joyful thing!
The Duchess was so smitten with Chester that she will never forget him. (Ah, love - isn't it grand?) I am not jealous in the least because #1 - I was not there to get my feelings hurt, and #2 - I know she loves me the most and will forever and ever. It's in my contract, you know! :)
Guard Dog Lily
And, in case you are wondering - there was a very good reason why I was not invited along on this trip. At the marina there was a "Stick Family Reunion". We all know how dangerous those things are!!!