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Pupper Problems

The Puppers are now bigger than Puppy and that’s really an issue these days. Puppy still wants to be top dog but it’s getting harder and harder for him to keep the Puppers in line. The Puppers like to wrestle while we walk along, but Puppy takes it way to seriously and between the three of them, I am in serious danger of being knocked over on the uneven terrain in La Yacata.

A few months back, someone abandoned yet another dog in La Yacata. This guy is a little older and as friendly as can be. He just wants to be loved. He gets so excited to see us that his whole body wags. 

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A potential Buddy sighting has George Pupper and Puppy all riled up. Fred Pupper is just doing his own thing.

The attention we gave to the new guy, who we named Buddy, didn’t sit well with Puppy. He got jealous and started attacking poor Buddy whenever he tried to come down for a head pat, some dog food or go for a walk with the gang. It never got to the point where Buddy was seriously injured though since he immediately rolled over in submission. 

The Puppers didn’t feel as threatened by Buddy. In fact, they quite liked playing with him. Buddy decided to make his home base someplace near my father-in-law up the hill. So now, after breakfast, the Puppers head up and hang out up there, leaving Puppy all alone in front of the house.

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Puppy left behind by the Puppers on a visit to Buddy.

Puppy seems depressed when the Puppers are gone. It appears he blames Buddy for their desertion. Every time he sees Buddy cross that imaginary line into Puppy territory, he just goes ballistic. Then he’s furious when the Puppers return from their visit. 

The Puppers attitude, especially Fred Pupper, is “just we can’t all get along” to which Puppy growls. We aren’t quite sure how to proceed with this situation. My son has been trying to disciplinary tactics. If Puppy has gone after Buddy, there’s no dog treat for him. However, I think it just may be making Puppy resent Buddy even more.

The same no dog treat rule applies to the Puppers when they head up to hang out with Buddy. They are supposed to stay near the house. They appear contrite with those mournful eyes, but the minute they can back up the road they go.

My son has also tried bopping them on the nose, scolding them, and making them come inside the animal compound for a few hours (doggy time out) but there hasn’t been a noticeable improvement.

What’s a doggie daddy to do with his wayward sons? Seems like some drastic measures are in order.

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A Horse’s Best Friend

I thought I’d continue my little rant on friendship and Mexico with this touching story of equine friendship…

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Red has been quite the handful these past three months since he’s joined the Flores homestead. He isn’t contrary like Spirit or Joey were but he isn’t as friendly as Shadow was. He does what he wants and really doesn’t have a care in the world.

He and Lady have become bosom buddies. Yeah, he likes mom to be in his sights, but when Lady goes for a ride with my husband, he carries on until she returns. This past Sunday, my husband had the idea to take Lady on the yearly cabalgata (horse ride) to El Ojo de Agua en Medio a nearby town. Red was having none of that. It took nearly 20 minutes for my husband to sneak off. 

The friendship between the two is reciprocated by Lady as well. She is only just over two years old, so a relatively young mare. She doesn’t seem to mind when Red bugs her to have his back scratched or races around while she’s eating. 

The other night Lady was fussing in her stall so much that I got up to see what the issue was. I shined the lamp down onto the animal area from the front porch and saw her circling her stall in agitation. The goats believed that the sudden glow of the lamp was the circus spotlight and immediately began running in circles, jumping off the walls doing mid-air twists and generally making quite a show. 

Lady continued her anxiety until Red popped his head over the wall in the stall he shares with his mom Cookie to see what all the fuss was about. As soon as Lady saw Red, she calmed right down. 

My husband has been talking about selling one of our mares. Really, three horses are too many for the space constraints we have. He hasn’t decided whether Cookie or Lady will go. I think Red just might be more devastated at losing Lady then his mom after he’s been weaned. So perhaps he’s made the decision for us.

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Not Taking The Blame

An actual picture of the elusive chicken feather guy rounding up his animals in the morning.

The other night, the horse guy, as opposed to the chicken feather guy, let his animals out to graze. Up and down the road they went, eating whatever tickled their fancy.

The next morning, the guy whose wife and kid planted some corn on their lot down the road came charging up to the house, beer in hand at 9 am to yell at me. He didn’t get too close. All three dogs got riled up and wouldn’t let him within 100 feet of me. Mr. Aggressive wanted to know if we had goats. We do. I didn’t deny it. He said that the goats ate all his corn. I said they didn’t. He should check with the guy who has sheep right next to his lot. 

So Mr. Aggressive went down to that house and banged on the door. The Borrega guy only comes before and after work so I shouted down that he needed to try at 5 pm or 8 am. You could see the steam rolling out of Mr. Aggressive’s ears. 

The corn field in question.

Mr. Aggressive went to town for some barbed wire and another beer and went at it. He hammered and drank and drank and hammered for 20 minutes or so. Curious, I decided to mosey on down after he’d left. Sure enough, he put up some sort of wire thing–not exactly a fence. He also nailed up a sign which I couldn’t figure out. Something about putas. If I couldn’t figure out the sign, what makes him think the livestock will stop and read it before helping themselves to young, tender corn shoots?

So the next morning, Mr. Aggressive lay in wait for Borrega guy who denied any and all knowledge of any corn eating. Borrega guy also pointed out that the poop right there in front of the lot wasn’t sheep or goat poop, which resemble little rabbit pellets. 

Not sheep, not goat, not even horse.

I’m not sure that the cow patty convinced Mr. Aggressive of anything. Neither the Borrega guy or we have cows. Of course, we could have brought one from another location to divert suspicion I suppose. Last night, the chicken feather guy let his animals out to graze again.

I have to quit rolling my eyes so hard. I’ve nearly given myself eye strain.

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