Once upon a time there was a big, beautiful Huntaway named Bo.
Once upon a time there was peace at Rocky Springs.
Having working dogs on a farm means you need a team. There are experienced dogs, young dogs learning the trade, pig dogs AKA miniature fox terriers and breeding bitches. The female dogs come on heat every six months but you don’t necessarily need two litters of puppies every year.
Which means every six months we need to lock up Manu and Wombi and watch as every male dog on the place becomes an expert in break and enter.
Brian derogatorily refers to Bo as big and slow. Bo takes the slur on the chin and bides his time. Once, with Manu on heat, Bo used his nose to push aside the sliding door on her cage and was most pleased with himself (and Manu). Brian was not impressed and after tying up a strutting Huntaway turned around to find Manu most pleased with Spy.
That particular romance led to puppies and Big’n.
Tonight Manu has been released from the lock-up. It has been a week of Spy trying to eat through wire, Bo trying to push through wire and Clyde trying underground excavation.
It has also been incredibly noisy with barks, howls and plaintive cries; a canine chorus of angst and unrequited love.
But we think we have thwarted all attempts at puppy production.
Manu and Wombi have synchronised. As Manu came out of the cage, Wombi went in. As I write, from what should be a peaceful veranda, Spy is circling the lock-up with his tongue (trust me on this) hanging out, Brian has bellowed at Clyde who shut up for approximately 0.93 seconds and Big’n is voicing his indignation. Bo is biding his time.
We have another week of this.
Who’d ‘ave ‘em?