Trying to get them relocated to the goat yard housing is proving tricky. We've reinforced fencing about 10 times and still the little buggers find a way out. I wouldn't think that huge old Jack could fit through 4 x 4 woven wire, but somehow he finds a way. Please take a moment and look at this photo and tell me how that happens:
Even with all the fur, that's still a lotta puppy belly. (Dontcha just want to tickle it?)
After each fence repair, we sit with bated breath in the living room waiting for the scratch on the door and the whining in the mud room. Or, we step out the door to go feed something and there they are on the front porch, waiting to be let in. Back to repairing fences. Lather, rinse, repeat.
I'm not sure at this point if the fences are all fixed, or if they just are liking the goat yard, but they haven't been down to the house in a while. They have a wonderful shed to hang out in, all the goats they could possibly want to torment, and good old Abby showing them the ropes, so maybe they're over it now.
Abby seems to find Jack her favorite, she kinda likes Giz and she tolerates Julia. She'll come around, I think. She tries to take them out to the field with her when the goats go out to graze on what's left of the forage in the field. Of course, being puppies, they're distracted by every leaf blowing and every bird squawk they hear. Abby finally gives up and heads on out to the pasture, leaving them in the yard. That's fine, though, she's at least trying and they're really too little to be out in the field yet.
Julia will eventually move into a new yard and fence that isn't yet built in order to guard the waterfowl. She needs some basic training with Abby first, and then some special forces training from me on guarding ducks and geese, not eating them. Should be fun!
Speaking of fun, how about a funny dog ear picture?
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