Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Ode to a Box

ODE TO A BOX- by Poe Glen
an abstract poem

Oh, Box! I love thee so.You are so good. So good to ME. So good to chew.So good for sleeping.
So good.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Dog Tired

We hosted a trial at our farm this week and we are all wiped out. I'll post a new entry in a couple of days when we have recovered.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Summer Shearing

With the warmer weather comes the shearing of the sheep. Scott has worked hard to learn how to do this and labors for a few days every summer to get it done. The sheep must all feel better after their summer cuts.

After:However, the sheep aren't the only ones getting hair cuts.




Who's next? Oh, yeah, where's Skid...

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Thursday, July 10, 2008

All Good Things Must End

The second half of my vacation was strictly for the dogs. Hemp enjoyed his herding time but was unable to dodge that dangerous California weed, the foxtail. Fortunately, it's travel into his foot was brief and it worked itself out without much damage. Next, we spent two days visiting Lake Isabella which was being used as a water pick up to help fight the fires.None of that bothered the dogs tho and Lad spent his time either fetching toys out of the water or waiting for someone to throw a toy in the water.
Hemp still wasn't comfortable swimming and was grateful for help wherever he could get it.
Skid continued to indulge in his obsessive compulsive disorder and kept himself busy. His plan consisted of searching underwater for the perfect stick and then taking it to shore.

We think he was building a dam.
All too soon the fun was over and I packed up my exhausted dogs, said goodbye to the California windmills, and prepared to return to the Alberta windmills.

Monday, July 7, 2008

A Whole Different Ball Game

Meet Rookie or as some may call her, Upland Hills First Round Pick. She has some extra letters behind her name from a title or two but that's not important in the grand scheme of things.
Rookie is obviously a different kind of working dog and she showed me her skills while I was visiting her owners in California. Since I had the luxury of not having Bob and his noise phobia along, I went out hunting with Rookie and her owners.

In a similar way as our border collies, Rookie was born with her skills and just needed some guidance. Having a trained dog really makes for easy hunting. She's a real step-saver and you hardly have to work at all.

She finds the bird and points them out to you

You shoot the bird (or have a friend do it for you if you are gun impaired)

and wait for her to bring it back.I barely had to get off the couch.