Baymule
Herd Master
Last night I was looking at Pyrenees rescues online.
DH asked why.
Me- I told him that we would have to have another dog, especially when we got sheep and had to keep the ram separate from the ewes.
DH- Why?
Me- Because you put the ram in when you want the ewes bred or else you never know when they are expecting lambs.
DH- Oh. Why do you need another dog?
Me-Because coyotes woke me up twice howling close to the house. If you have the ram by himself, the coyotes will get him. So we need another dog. And we have to have a wether so he can have a friend.
DH-grumble
Me-And it has to be a male, because Paris doesn't get along with other females.
This afternoon a man walked into DH's work with an 11 week old Pyr male puppy. DH bought him, told the man where we lived and the man brought him to me.
He scratches at the door to go out to pee. Good start. He ate like there was no tomorrow and has drank like a camel.
I was not looking to get a puppy or even a rescue right now, with moving and all the chaos and confusion for the next several weeks, but there he was. So what do you do when opportunity comes along? Now we have to name him. The man was calling him Bear, but I don't want that name. He has light blonde ears that look like the color will fade away. He bounced around Parker, our black Lab/Great Dane cross, and barked at him, wanting to play. He tried to play with Polly, our Aussie, but she snapped at him. She is not impressed. He was not shy or cowed down to either of them.
I took him in the back yard to meet Paris. Her teeth were chomping and she smelled him all over. He didn't know what to think about that. It will take a little time to properly introduce them so that she accepts him. It is her yard, her territory and I have to make sure that she doesn't hurt him until she decides he is ok to be in her space. She likes male dogs, so I think it won't take long.
I tried to get good pictures, but he just wouldn't stay still long enough!
Finally, he sprawled out and took a nap!
DH asked why.
Me- I told him that we would have to have another dog, especially when we got sheep and had to keep the ram separate from the ewes.
DH- Why?
Me- Because you put the ram in when you want the ewes bred or else you never know when they are expecting lambs.
DH- Oh. Why do you need another dog?
Me-Because coyotes woke me up twice howling close to the house. If you have the ram by himself, the coyotes will get him. So we need another dog. And we have to have a wether so he can have a friend.
DH-grumble
Me-And it has to be a male, because Paris doesn't get along with other females.
This afternoon a man walked into DH's work with an 11 week old Pyr male puppy. DH bought him, told the man where we lived and the man brought him to me.
He scratches at the door to go out to pee. Good start. He ate like there was no tomorrow and has drank like a camel.I was not looking to get a puppy or even a rescue right now, with moving and all the chaos and confusion for the next several weeks, but there he was. So what do you do when opportunity comes along? Now we have to name him. The man was calling him Bear, but I don't want that name. He has light blonde ears that look like the color will fade away. He bounced around Parker, our black Lab/Great Dane cross, and barked at him, wanting to play. He tried to play with Polly, our Aussie, but she snapped at him. She is not impressed. He was not shy or cowed down to either of them.
I took him in the back yard to meet Paris. Her teeth were chomping and she smelled him all over. He didn't know what to think about that. It will take a little time to properly introduce them so that she accepts him. It is her yard, her territory and I have to make sure that she doesn't hurt him until she decides he is ok to be in her space. She likes male dogs, so I think it won't take long.
I tried to get good pictures, but he just wouldn't stay still long enough!
Finally, he sprawled out and took a nap!
Plus, just watching him be himself is a trip, so Trip he is. We made several tries in the backyard with Paris last night, she wasn't too happy about the idea. This morning I took him in the backyard, holding him at first, then let him down on the leash. Paris tried to eat him. What a meelee. I was trying to pick Trip up, Paris was pinning him down, mauling him, and DH swung into action with the "chicken herding stick" and got Paris off of Trip. I snatched the squalling baby up and got swiped across my lip by sharp puppy teeth. ![:\](/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/side.png "side :\")
