peteyfoozer
Herd Master
I threw Fen’s world into turmoil this morning.
I actually slept in a bed. He came in and GENTLY woke me up. (Not his usual parade of liter bottle cracking) He played with us on the bed stretching across me completely with his back legs straight out behind him and his fronts straight out in front of him so he’s 10’ long
But then, tragedy struck.
The stirring of the first hunger pang raised its ugly head.
He raced to his big crate, pulled open the door, climbed in and assumed his FeedMeNow position.
…no one could see him
he would surely die hongry…
I actually slept in a bed. He came in and GENTLY woke me up. (Not his usual parade of liter bottle cracking) He played with us on the bed stretching across me completely with his back legs straight out behind him and his fronts straight out in front of him so he’s 10’ long
But then, tragedy struck.
The stirring of the first hunger pang raised its ugly head.
He raced to his big crate, pulled open the door, climbed in and assumed his FeedMeNow position.
…no one could see him
he would surely die hongry…
So bunk clean out, grooooom Smitty, clipper Smitty, bake chicken for us and dogs ( .79 per pound leg quarters). Any advice on clipping a Pyr? I want to get the undercoat out with the rake first then tidy up and do mats. Busy morning- one of those “we’re burning daylight” * days.