Thursday, February 9, 2012

Tell Me Thursday: Return of Eirene!

I'm gonna guess I'll probably mostly post just to play Tell Me Thursday. But hey, who knows, miracles happen...

At least I have been motivated to update this poor little blog. Facebook. It is just too handy.

Tell Me Thursday started at a rather inconvenient time for kiss and tell games in my life. I think we are good now though! Altro!

1. Robin wants to know what your ideal number of dogs is?

I am totally going to regret saying this. Five inside is my dream situation. One young, two prime, one aged, one biscuit eater. Or two aged. I say I will regret it because every time I talk about dog numbers I either gain two in some way that can't be helped, or have a medical scare. Or both. Urp. Y'all forget I said any of this, k?

2. Lora wants to know if you find that your dogs are better or worse after time off from training?

This depends on the training involved. Sam needs constant tuning on his service dog work. Play "work" is take it or leave it with any dog I have ever had. With stockdog training, I had a couple who soured in between if allowed to do other interesting things. I believe these were dogs that didn't really have a strong start to begin with.

I have had a few that sulled up if left in the kennel, even if walked and even lightly worked. Some need to be around a person to feel like they are part of the team. Ted is like that, and so is my Cord.

Ted is a very easy dog in the house and a bit strong headed on stock. Whisper around the house and you don't have to yell at him on stock. Keep him in the kennel and you may need the two by four in the field.

I think most, though, benefit from a time out, if their brains are frying, and even use it to consolidate their experience so far. Especially older dogs.

This is one of those questions like, "How long is a string?" :)

3. What is your favorite power tool? What power tool do you wish you had?

My favorite is my cordless drill/screwdriver, not even a close runner up. I have been jonesing for a chain saw for three years now. No baby chain saws. I want a Husqvarna Rancher 20" Get-Those-Dead-Trees-Offa-My-Land.

4. What did you want to be when you grew up?

A sheep farmer. Seriously. Only in Montana, not necessarily North Carolina. I have relatives who farmed in Montana. My mom visited them and told me tons of what she thought were horror stories. Yeah, terrible! "Please, don't throw me into that briar patch!"

My career choices were all geared towards maximizing earnings in the middle of nowhere so I could also maintain a farm. Law, medicine - but I panicked at the last minute and just picked something that got me across the country. Long story. It still ended on a sheep farm, but not so much as Dr. Riddle. Well.

5. How many of your friends are not "dog people"?

I have probably half and half, because I can divide my intense friend-making times along one fault line. On one side my normal life revolved around education, on the other it revolves around dogs. I maintain both groups of friendships largely via the internet. This would seem odd, but I guess it is similar to the days before easy travel, when housewives did a lot of letter writing. That is my story and I'm sticking to it.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

My location

My location:
1203 Jacob Ridge Rd
Pinnacle, NC 27043
USA
36°24.024' N, 80°23.479' W
http://maps.google.com/maps?q=36.40040,-80.39132

Friday, January 8, 2010

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Sam picture

Thought this came out kind of cool. 

Edited with Photogene





Becca Shouse
Irena Farm, Semora NC
276.451.4315

Friday, August 28, 2009

Hard Working Paw

Hard as a rock, stained with sheep dirt. This paw would be very out of
place treading the carpets at Westminster.

Tully on Alert

This picture makes me glad Tully is one of the Good Guys!

Tully on the Job

The ewes are "mowing" the lawn for me, so Tully is watching from his
favorite spot on the front porch.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Shear's Looking at You, er, Ewe

I got exactly one sheep sheared today. She's grateful even if she
doesn't know it yet. I hope "Baaaaaaa!" means "Thank you!"

Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful

Glamor shot. I love this early morning light. In the previous pic I
said, "Sheep!" and now he's looking for them.

Did you say sheep?!?!

Also Handsome Ted

Ted is getting to be such a ham. He just turned three and he's just
starting to look like a grown up boy dog.

Handsome Sam I Am

Sam is slowing down growing and filling out some. That includes hair!
I'm hoping how furry he us now means he'll have really neat full coat.
None of my other pups have been this fuzzy as teenagers.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

I Am Really Not That Fat

Wow. My apron bagged out and I'm having flashbacks to my pre Weight
Watcher days. Yikes. Anyway, more Ted helping me with my new drenching
method.

Ted in Action

Here's Ted doing his new special duty. Knee protection. While he
pushes the one I am working with a bit forward, I cup the ewe's nose a
bit. This makes her open her mouth slightly, allowing me to pop in the
meds before she has time to react to the syringe in her face. I don't
even have to grab or restrain the sheep in any way. Necessity is the
mother of invention!

Same Breed, Different Styles

It's kind of cool to see in this pic how the different dogs handle the
group. Left to right. Ted, still not quite found his groove but
definitely a plain style worker. Cord, with lots of eye, takes a back
seat and scans the whole group. Gus has very little eye and tends to
get distracted by the troublemakers at the expense of holding everyone
together. He's eyeballing Spot the new ram lamb at the moment.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

With a Little Help from My Friends

With the orthopedist's permission, a BIG dose of Vicoden, and the help
of PJ and Joey, it was back to work full speed ahead today! I'm happy
to report that the Corid actually seems more effective than the Albon.
However, next round I'm going to use what Pipestone recommends,
sulfaquinoxine.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Bad Hair Day

And you think YOUR bad hair days are traumatic? An illustration of
why I keep Zhi shaved down. This is what she looks like after missing
two grooming sessions in a row (weekly bath/trim/condition).

Sleepy Sam

Morning just comes SO early. Sometimes I forget Sam is still a baby
after all. He'll be just six months the first week of September, still
a couple of weeks away.

Sentry Duty

Sam has assigned himself guard duty apparently. He doesn't bark. He
simply watches silently. I like the impulse control evident - more
like a young livestock guardian learning to evaluate what is unknown
rather than just react blindly to it.

Holy cow, look at those feetsies! Sam is either going to be big or
he's going to walk like a duck!

Handsome Sam

I still call him The Smidge but he's a smidgen no longer. I really
hope he is going to be a big boy.