Most of the time, when two women talk to each other, it's about their kids- what they have done that's worth bragging about, or what trouble they have been in. My friend Sara and I email each other several times a day but it's usually to commiserate about our guardian dog pups.
This is Hank
He's the guardian at Sara's
Punkin's Patch farm in Kentucky and lives only a few miles from where Togo was born.
He's a couple of months older than Togo and he often makes the same mistakes.
Right now Hank is in the dog house because he just had an incident with Sara's Adventure chickens. Similar to
Togo's story, no one was hurt but there is a chicken running around in Kentucky right now with less feathers than she had yesterday.
Between the two of us we could probably keep up a daily blog about our pups as they learn the rules and keep growing. However, I don't think it would be interesting to anyone but us so we keep it down to occasional entries on our regular blogs.
Speaking of growing...
Remember Togo 4 months ago?
At 8 months old, I can't pick him up anymore.
And speaking of boring stories for a guardian dog blog...
Togo is doing a great job of protecting his sheep in the pasture behind the barn but he's still very hesitant to follow them out to the 65 acre field.
I understand.
It's not like Hank's beautiful green fenced fields.
The prairie is a big place for a baby.
So I thought about it and decided that perhaps if I put the sheep in the big field, but didn't let them wander all the way to the end maybe Togo would feel better about it. He wouldn't be so far from the safety of the barn.
Togo thought that was much more acceptable.
It is said that a guardian dog isn't finished training until it is two years old.
Sigh.
It feels so very far away, Togo.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING AMERICA!!
When we go out to collect eggs in the morning from the THREE chickens, this is the only out-put we find, if we are lucky.
So we had a staff meeting and I explained to the girls that when food goes in, each and every worker must produce but they weren't really paying attention
until I mentioned that Scott was talking about replacements.
Now they are quite concerned and I saw them talking around the water cooler, trying to figure out who was slacking off.
and they have decided to take the matter under advisement.
Very recently a new couple joined them and I haven't been able to figure them out.
Although they appear to be curious about us, they keep their distance.
Perhaps they just don't like dogs
ME?!
I guess I have their answer.
He watches Skid intake food too. Over and over again.
How dare it just lay there.
Someone has to show it who's boss.
Poking around and sucking up things - where does it get the right?
A lesser cat would be afraid of the noise but Poe feels that someone has to show it who's boss. 
Now you know what Poe goes through in a day. Aren't you glad I updated my blog?
He's the guardian at Sara's Punkin's Patch farm in Kentucky and lives only a few miles from where Togo was born.
Between the two of us we could probably keep up a daily blog about our pups as they learn the rules and keep growing. However, I don't think it would be interesting to anyone but us so we keep it down to occasional entries on our regular blogs.
At 8 months old, I can't pick him up anymore.
And speaking of boring stories for a guardian dog blog...
So I thought about it and decided that perhaps if I put the sheep in the big field, but didn't let them wander all the way to the end maybe Togo would feel better about it. He wouldn't be so far from the safety of the barn.
Togo thought that was much more acceptable.
It is said that a guardian dog isn't finished training until it is two years old. 
