Will Work For Food

So, this week, we added a new puppy to the premises. This is the fluffiest puppy I have ever seen. He sure is a wild one. You know, puppies sure can run and bite/chew and squeal and so on... just all the normal puppy stuff.

We knew for a couple days we would be bringing him home, so we talked about a name. After deliberation, and Aaron and I spouting out semi-normal names and Ella insisting we name him something that starts with an "L", for example; Lizzy, Lilly, Lucy etc., she names everything an "L" name, even the boys. We decided the only appropriate name for this boy would be, Willie the Giant, you know, from Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. After all, he is 10 months old and already weighs 125 pounds.....

YES, your eyes do not deceive you, one hundred twenty-five pounds. It is hard for me to take in every time.

His size really resembles the miniture pony a few doors down.

And that is just a rough estimate. I hear he will be huge when full-grown. I think I will look up the word 'huge' in the dictionary, because I thought he was already HUGE.

This picture does this puppy's size no justice. I think I will have "Will Work For Food" put on the name plate on his collar. I wonder if this will convince the neighbors to feed him too. He sure does eat a lot.

By the way, Willie is a full-blooded Pyrenees, Great Pyrenees to be correct. He will handle our light-work and keep the goats safe and sound so we can sleep at night.

I could not convince Lizzy to get close enough to compare the two.

I am pretty sure she was giving me the silent treatment. She has not been thrilled with Willie the Giant intruding on her territory. I tried explaning that with Willie here, she can focus on her beauty sleep.

I felt like I was being looked at through the eyes of a teenager. I could almost hear her mumble, "Mom, come on. All that monster is good for is barking and eating."

I just love this face.

Mother Nature

We love new additions to the farm. Especially when the little ones come unexpected... well, most of the time. We do not appreciate a mother nanny or hen dropping out a newborn during a storm like a couple weeks ago.
I know a hen does not "drop out" a newborn, but hatching out babies can come at bad times too.
This is not the case.
We, meaning Aaron, fed the feathery livestock today and discovered some new babies. This is exciting for us all.
We, again meaning Aaron, took the new one's away from their mother to put them in a nice, cozy, safe place. Now the little dudes and dudettes can grow big and serve a purpose instead of just being cute.

For now, we will just enjoy the cuteness.

The little girl is a big fan of fresh babies, especially the tiny, fuzzy ones.

Isn't this just too cute?

This too? My vote is yes. So, so cute. I can't resist this face.

Good night baby birds. I hope you grow big and strong and are egg-providing hens. Except for the one on the far left, I know you're a duckling(of which we can only see the south end), and I know you did not come 100% from mother nature. We will say a special 'thank you' prayer for whomever invented the incubator later.

Our first post

We are new here, and to celebrate being new, we will introduce to you... Lizzy. 

She is a Great Pyernese, our guardian dog. Lizzy is a special girl. She is 4 months old. We have had her for about 3 weeks. She is such a beauty.

To celebrate Lizzy coming to our farm, she had to have an introduction bath.

And it was interesting.

I am sure there will be many firsts with Lizzy around. I mean, she has already proven herself as protector of the chickens. Now, on to the goats. And hopefully, she will teach Chochy how to behave himself like any good dog does.