Dogs and Their Days

This is Ginger's signature look.

One ear flipped back.

Veronica Lake-esque.  See, I should have named her Veronica (Ronnie).

Sometimes, she mixes it up and flips the other side back.  Every girl wants a new style once in a while.

She's almost as tall as Harry now, but he still weighs twice as much as her.

She's learned to keep a safe distance from the food while Harry is around.  We have two feeders, but Harry doesn't want her eating out of them.  We finally decided we need to stand guard with her while she eats a couple of times a day just to make sure Harry doesn't chase her away from the food.

Waiting impatiently while Harry takes his time eating.

Voicing her displeasure, but not brave enough to approach Harry.

And the Winner Is...

GINGER

Livestock Guardian Lesson #1

Harry sez, 

"Sit like this to survey your domain."

Two Slugs

I think the puppy is growing on Harry just a little bit.  He'll at least let her lay down nearby without getting up and leaving in a huff.

She still doesn't have a name.  Quick, help me before we end up with "Fiona"!

Puppy Time!

I finally bit the bullet and got another livestock guardian dog.  We've been talking about it for about a year and I've been resisting getting another dog even though we've been told and have read that livestock guardian dogs do better in pairs.  Harry does a great job, but we feel like he needs a back-up.

So...here is the new little gal.

She is a Great Pyrenees/Kangal ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kangal_dog ) cross and will be eight weeks old tomorrow.  The male Kangals get bigger than Harry, but the females don't get as big, so I don't expect her to get over 90 pounds.

Unlike Harry, who is solid white, this little girl is a very light tan with white feet and a tail that looks like it was dipped in oil, then wiped off and the very tip is white.

Here she is with Harry, who is too important to be bothered by a little pipsqueak girl.

Harry is not always that filthy.  Apparently, he has been rolling in something nasty today.

Here she is meeting Kip and Sofia.  So far, she doesn't seem to be afraid of anything.

We have to come up with a fitting name.  Tom has already said he's naming her Fiona, but I said we should have a discussion in a democratic fashion before he dictates the name.