Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Maremmas Here, There and Everywhere

For those of you who have followed the saga of the Maremma puppies, I thought you'd like to know that all of the pups got great homes on small farms throughout the Northeast.  They all went to homes that have acreage, a human who loves them and a real job to do.

There is Bess of course, who Farm Buddy kept. 

She is super sweet and she and Connor are absolute BFF's.  He stays over there every night when I go to work and the two of them play and play and play.  They both miss each other on the weekends when I have the audacity to not go to work. 

Riding Buddy also kept one of the puppies, Maggie.  The owner of the pups was giving up his farm and relocating and, after much agonizing, he decided to let RB keep the mother of the puppies as well.  Her name is Rinatta and she and RB have become best friends.  

That is Rinatta on the left and Maggie on the right....

They get along really well with Connor as well.  Actually, I think my baby shark would like to be adopted, he still wants a mom.  It's a good thing he can move fast though, that Maggie is already almost as big as he is and she plays rough.

Two hours of hard playing and hoof trimming takes them down a peg though.  

If you recall, in addition to the litter of 11 puppies, there was also a six month old puppy from a previous litter who needed a home after his first home backed out.  He found a great place about 40 minutes form here on a sheep farm.  He takes time out from his job guarding sheep every day to hang with his new buddies.  This mountain of a dog is named Lorenzo or just Enzo.

It's such hard work being a guard dog.

On the job...That is Enzo's custom-made, mobile command unit in the background, complete with porch.

This pup, in the back, went all the way to Canada.  He is called Sloan and joins Rosie, helping to keep all of Canada safe.  A little bit of it at least.

These are all really nice, good tempered dogs.  They are excellent with the livestock as well as other dogs.  They have all of the protective drive that good guardians needs, but they are also sweet as a sunrise.  We are all very pleased that this entire Maremma clan went to good homes where they get to live as they are meant to, with love, companionship, exercise and a meaningful job.  If only we could all be so lucky.

Monday, July 6, 2015

A Sizable Correction

We celebrated Ramsey's Birthday a couple of days ago and the rest of the country followed suit this weekend.  That is what the 3000-4000 rounds of ammo fired off by all my neighbors on Saturday was about right?  All these gun-happy yahoos weren't really trying to kill me by shooting at the woods Connor and I walk in every day were they?  They were just celebrating Ramsey's birthday right?

That's the story I'm sticking with with because I doubt anyone wants to read my rant about idiots who think that a holiday gives them free rein to get roaring drunk and fire endless rounds of high velocity rifle fire randomly into the woods.  And the F****** cannon....lets just not talk about the F****** cannon. 

Instead of me ranting about the difference between having the right to bear arms vs. the right to enjoy a walk in the woods without having to worry about getting shot by some irresponsible moron, I need to address a small typo in Ramsey's birthday post, which Mel noticed right off:

"48 inches, wow! I have had them pictured in my mind at 44 or 45 inches!!
Happy birthday big guy!"

Actually Mel, you are dead on.  A perfect bulls-eye! 

This Spring, Ramsey has grown a lot and is now taller than his mom....

He measures exactly 45 inches:).  (look at where the tape is bent, not my thumb)

While Emma is still 44 inches.  Emma has gotten (ahem, cough, cough) quite a lot wider, but has stayed 44 inches tall for the last few years.  She will be tuning five years old in just a few weeks so I think she is done growing (Please God, help me keep her from growing any wider - we need all the help we can get).

I asked Ramsey if he was upset about being so abruptly shortened....

"Of course not.  I am the absolute, most perfect size.  I was the perfect size before you screwed up and told everybody I was a giant and I"m still the perfect size now."

"Well, what about all those other donkeys out in the world who are smaller or bigger than you?"

"You humans are so silly Ma.  Who cares what the stupid tape measure says, they're donkeys, they're ALL the perfect size.  Well, OK, maybe not quite as perfect as me, but then, who could be?"

Thank you for all the lovely birthday wishes for Ramsey and for continuing to follow us on this journey.  I struggle sometimes to find the words and drive to keep this blog going.  Each of you reading this right now is the reason why I still do.  Thank you for it.

Friday, July 3, 2015

Sunny Respite

I just have not had time to write much of anything this week and what I have managed has felt like a chore.  It isn't because there isn't anything to write about, far from it.  Maybe it is because there is too much and all the words just swirl around colliding with one another and getting in the way.  So, take a minute with the herd to enjoy one of our brief sunny respites, have a good and safe holiday and I will be back next week.

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Squelch, Squelch, Squelch...

While half the country suffers through drought and heat, we are nearly drowned in constant heavy rain.

The ground is saturated beyond what it can hold.

The few things I managed to plant in the garden have rotted away.

We are all getting very nervous about the hay crop.

This seems to be the pattern nowadays - floods in June, drought in July and August.  At this point, we are all hoping for a bit of dry weather.

All the world seems so out of balance.  It is such a shame that we can't send some of this out west.

What else is there to do though, but deal with each new crazy day and try to find whatever moments of beauty come along with it.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Three Years

July 1, 2012

It's hard to believe, but my little donkey baby is three years old today.

I sure can't pick him up and carry him around anymore!



Ramsey is 48 inches tall and weighs about 400 pounds.  He still seems like my little baby donkey though.  He has gotten awfully big, but he really hasn't changed a bit.

Such a handsome young man.

Happy Birthday Ramsey!