"We" have been fencing. Today, I went up to look at the fencing which is nearly complete.
The above photo is taken from the ranch (or cow) side towards the whippet side which will be smaller.
We had a good time running around with the dogs being dogs. Look at the following and tell me that dogs don't smile:
We had a good time running around with the dogs being dogs. Look at the following and tell me that dogs don't smile:
Yes, we were well pleased with our fence:
The whippets seemed a little more "activated" and prone to wondering off than normal. I didn't make anything of it. I also didn't make anything of the large pile of excrement I found. The pile looked like a cow patty, but I figured the rancher or fencer had a horse out there when the fence was going up. There were tire tracks from a pick up on the perimeter. Don't ask me why....I assumed that they had brought a horse out.
All of a sudden, Gabi went running off to the tank at the south end of the property (for those not familiar with the lingo and "tank" is a pond). She would not come back when called. Once, again, I didn't think anything of it except that, perhaps, she was hunting. Gabi seems to be the keenest hunter in my bunch. I was only half way down the field. Charlie followed her, but Mati and Hudi stayed close.
Imagine my surprise when I met the cows....I guess the cow patty did belong to a cow. I did not see Gabi.
The "well-behaved" whippets (and that term is used VERY loosely in the context of this story) decided that they would go after the big bunnies. Although the rancher who owns the cows had told me that he had no problem with me running my dogs on the cow side, I was not intending to test this process with all my dogs at once. Packs of dogs will do things that one or two would not consider doing.
This whole set up was not my cup of tea. I managed to call Hudi, Mati and, eventually Charlie back to me, but Gabi was not wearing her listening ears. I decided to head back to the van, because I feared my ability to keep the dogs with me when there were such big bunnies in the neighborhood was probably limited. Unfortunately, the cows decided to cut me off at the pass, so to speak.
We zigged and zagged, but the cows seemed to KNOW. In the photo below, the position of the van is highlighted with the red arrow....see the problem?
Now, if anyone is a cow expert, please look at the above image and tell me if these are cows from the neighborhood Welcome Wagon, coming to bring me a basket of warm cow patties, or if these are cows from the 'hood, here to protect their turf and knock me and my skinny little dogs into the next county. I chose to assume the latter, thinking that would probably be best for my longevity. If the cows were friendly and now offended by my lack of hospitality, so be it.
The "well-behaved" whippets (and that term is used VERY loosely in the context of this story) decided that they would go after the big bunnies. Although the rancher who owns the cows had told me that he had no problem with me running my dogs on the cow side, I was not intending to test this process with all my dogs at once. Packs of dogs will do things that one or two would not consider doing.
This whole set up was not my cup of tea. I managed to call Hudi, Mati and, eventually Charlie back to me, but Gabi was not wearing her listening ears. I decided to head back to the van, because I feared my ability to keep the dogs with me when there were such big bunnies in the neighborhood was probably limited. Unfortunately, the cows decided to cut me off at the pass, so to speak.
We zigged and zagged, but the cows seemed to KNOW. In the photo below, the position of the van is highlighted with the red arrow....see the problem?
Now, if anyone is a cow expert, please look at the above image and tell me if these are cows from the neighborhood Welcome Wagon, coming to bring me a basket of warm cow patties, or if these are cows from the 'hood, here to protect their turf and knock me and my skinny little dogs into the next county. I chose to assume the latter, thinking that would probably be best for my longevity. If the cows were friendly and now offended by my lack of hospitality, so be it.
In the end, the human managed to fake out the cows with her zigging and zagging eventually reaching the safety of the van. I kept telling myself what my realtor had commented when showing the land, "cows are really stupid", but underneath it, I also knew that they could probably smell my fear. Cows are BIG. There was no doubt in this city girl's mind who would win the battle of cow vs. city girl. I was all ready to give it to the cow.
Once to the van, I decided to drive across the field to "rescue" the errant Goober Girl. Picture this: the pearl white Toyota Sienna mini-van driving across a field of cows....not your usual ranch transportation. I was already feeling out of my element, and this only added to that feeling. I was also very worried about Gabi. I hadn't seen her since she had gone tearing for the pond. I feared that Gabi had listened to her collie side and was herding cows, perhaps being knocked senseless in the process. Thankfully, once I drove the van to the far side of the field she came running out of a tall clump of grass, ever so happy and looking quite pleased with herself (I have no clue what she was doing with the cows).
Do you think this city girl needs to go back to the city?
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