Tuesday, May 24, 2011
This is our homestead's watchdog. If you try to cross her she may bite your toenails off, or possibly lick you to death.
She doesn't know that she is a dog. She thinks she is a person. We let her think that most of the time. However, she sleeps in a little cage, eats dog food, and chews bones.......none of the people in our house do that.
She is an Australian Terrier, or is it an Australian terror? Quite likely one of the nicest small-breed dogs that we have ever owned. She puts up with all sorts of nonsense from my children. Also a little nonsense from my hubby who enjoys picking on her.
She-like most females-loves to talk. When we come home she bark/howls at us for a long time--telling us how glad she is to see us and what happened while we were gone. Too bad we can't understand her. I sometimes wish I knew what goes on in my house when I'm not here. Other times I'm glad I don't.
She and Goliath ( the head rooster ) have frequent arguments thru the chicken fence. Scamper thoroughly enjoys ruffling his hens, and he finds this highly distressing. They seem to have a mutual peace agreement tho. She goes tearing at the hens, Goliath runs after her, then they all settle down and she lays outside the chicken run and watches them scratch and peck.