Spring is just around the corner and we're all watching for it.
It's been sunny and beautiful for over a week now and we can't help wishing for winter to be over. Even the duck has been waiting by the water trough, gazing out at his pond and willing it to thaw.
Lambing has slowed down and we are met eagerly every morning by our two bottle fed babies.
One baby was a triplet and her mother didn't have enough to feed her. The other baby was just plain old rejected by her mom who lambed in a back pasture and forgot all about her second baby by the time we got her into the barn. We tried to convince her that she had two but when the baby started to suffer we took her away and put her with the triplet. They now go everywhere together and have no problems getting their meals from a bottle.
Skid is working on his behavior skills. He has some well behaved paw prints to fill since Chip is gone so we have begun with the simple basics. When we first started, Skid was a bit traumatized by being expected to obey, but his sit, down, and stay have improved enough for him to follow me around while I do the "non dog" chores.
Kit is also enjoying the warm weather while she is on watch. (she's just resting her eyes)
She's a Jack Russell Terrier. She came to our farm to watch her owner's border collie herd. But Jane isn't the watching kind of dog. She started to explore.
No place was exempt. 
And then, slowly, Jane got in touch with her inner puppy.
She was no fluffy pillow sleeping agility dog. She was a TERRIER! Born to live on a farm. Born to dig holes.
Born to kill mice. Born to stink! 
Ah, well... maybe that one went too far. I'm afraid the fun was short lived and a bath was waiting for her when she got home.
He'll be here in about a week. We had an opening for another "house mouser" position and we will be hiring Poe to do the job. As his team member, Salem will be training him in the art of catching a mouse and taking it into the bathroom (aka the torture chamber) and practicing the skill of "cat and mouse" before killing and eating the foe. Oh, yeah and the ever important gift to the gods: the head of your kill must be left outside of their bedroom. 
Since Salem has the mouse population living in fear, we rarely have a mouse enter the house but there are other skills to be learned. Laying around. Slapping dogs. Scratching on the walls. It can be alot of work but I think Poe will handle the job. In the mean time, we will leave him to his mommy and his nursing for one more week.
I can't explain what Chip meant to me. My life had changed alot in his 10 short years and he was always by my side. As a young pup, he was troubled and needed alot of extra time. As is often the case, the ones that take the most work become your favorite and Chip grew up into a well behaved companion that I took everywhere. Rarely did he miss a day of coming to work with me no matter what I was doing.
We had a good time together and I would dare say there isn't a dog on this earth who had a better life. 
It came quick. He was his usual self that morning but after eating dinner everything changed. He was clearly hurting. We rushed him to the emergency vet who did blood work and x-rays and gave him some medication but urged me to not make a decision until the morning. Chip and I spent every minute of that last night together. I was helpless to ease his pain and come morning there was no difficulty making a decision. He was ready to go. Our vet said it must be a tumor in his stomach. I held his face next to mine while the vet took him from his pain and this world. When I felt his last breath on my cheek, I kissed him one last time and left. Skid was waiting in the car with a little furry shoulder to cry on.
He doesn't know what he wants and complains about it very loudly. No, that's wrong. He knows exactly what he wants and he wants it right now! Unfortunately his wants change frequently. Most evenings, he wants to go outside -
or comeback in - and then perhaps out again. I end up playing doorman or suffer the consequences. You say you wouldn't put up with that? Ha! You've never heard Salem holler.
I guess if Salem was to pin down what he really wanted it would be a pair of thumbs.
There are times when they do get a chance to help. Sometimes it's just to be a cheering section for the lambs that end up needing to come into the kitchen for extra warmth or bottles. (yeah, his tongue is out again)
Not all the work is being done by the humans and the dogs. We have voted this ewe as mother of the year. She's only a year old herself but needed no help with lambing and always knows where her lamb is. It only takes one call from her baby before she is by it's side.
