Saturday, March 29, 2008

100 entries

For the record, this is the 100th entry on this blog.

Sunny oddly cold day. Blogger won't let me upload video to the blog directly today. It's pretty temperamental that way. I saved many forms of the video, lower and higher res, still didn't take.

I meant to get video of everyone out for a toot but then Ollie came by and I got him with the dogs instead.

Don't forget: 2 dogs for adoption, Natasha and Duke (AKA Uncle Charley).

This is the folder for all the videos.

Ramsey is 14 and healthy... remarkable. And he's a breed (I kind of thought mutts had a better chance). Here he is getting a little something special because he didn't eat much this morning.

Here is the whole group more or less.

Natasha with come company (finally). Here.

Opening the door and letting them all out.

Forgot to let Betty Lou out after she ate... I think she should eat alone! Here she is joining the group again.

This is my son Ollie coming out as I was looking for Ramsey.

Ollie went in with the dogs... Jello, Maggie Lou, Teddy, Gila... some others.

More of an outnumbered boy with dogs... he gets his thumb chomped trying to get a ball out of the mouth.

Friday, March 21, 2008

spring? listen to the wind in these videos

We got a big group in here now but everyone is pretty good. I might opine more later but let's get to the videos.

But first a dog barely in here: Pipi. He was a little nervous about me this morning when I made the videos and didn't want to follow me on a walk. He's much better now -- I was just out there rotating groups, letting the little ones have the big yard for a few hours before dark -- and he's settled in.

Here is the folder:

My dog is always wrecking stuff. And humping everyone. I guess he's adolsecent now. And Betty Lou in here too. And talking about food.

Group one: Duece, Ramsey (14! years old!). Uncle Charly/Duke (available for adoption)!, Bonnie, Sally: here.

Notice how Butch, my little one, tries to keep them all in? He learned that from my dog Pipi who dies last fall. The tradition of harassing the guest remains as her legacy. Man, that was the best dog. We all love our dogs and all but in sheer usefulness and hard work and effectiveness, no dog can compare to Pipi, and I would know. She was one in 600 (which I have had here). No dog does what she did: herding, watch dog, protector. She was worth her weight in gold.

Back to business. More of Group one (as above) here.

Archie is doing a lot of barking (off camera) because he's by himself, poor guy. I put him with soneone when walks were over and he cheered up.

Here is Group one and again, with Gustov up to no good.

And more of same group inspecting the trash my neighbor dumps in the woods. Here. More of them again here.

Little ones here (Gali, Sawyer, Teddy, AndyWalter, Freya). Why Freya as a small dog? Because she jumped over the fence and came with us. Only dog that can jump the fence (for awhile anyway). Little dogs here and here.

Group 3: Sugar, Maddox, Sophie, Otis, Ruby, Edith. Here and here. In another field here. That's a really nice long one.

Many brown labs fighting over a stick here.

Stick war #2 here.

Group 4: Bear, Elton and Moose. Now they are on the old empty gourd field. Makes a nice crunchy sound.

Bear playing chase with me. Here.

Archie here.

Jack and Jello -- now I trust Jack off the leash. Took me a little while. Here. Jello? Here.


Misui has turned into a wild animal. He does come inside but runs out again as soon as he sees me. He's sure he doesn't want to be closed up inside when he can be out, I think.

Here are all dogs including Mussi.

Pipi and small dogs... Pipi cheared up this afternoon and we'll work on some better videos of him tomorrow.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

video by video

Bear, Freya, Edith, Sophie, Princess, Otis and Jello here and, everyone out, here. Same again here. Otis pops my knee. Butch keeps Freya out of food closet. Gustov likes Jello...

Same bunch in the woods here.

Lulu Elton Bear Uncle Charly and Ruby here and here. One more here.

Gali and AndyWalter (spoiled?). Here. Jim spoils his own dogs, so he shouldn't talk.

Same little guys. Here. Jim says bye and goes home, dogs roll in manure. Sorry about that.

Jack, Lulu, Musui, everyone. Here.

Last one: Meeting. Ruby discusses. Jack opines. Good enough. Here.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

okay, a little late

Better late than never!

Here is the folder with all the movies.

More descriptions and so on to come!

Sunday, March 16, 2008

black birds, an ancient hook, a ground hog, and a flock of geese

Here is a flock of black birds screeching as they pass on a grey, drizzling, colorless early spring day. Hitchcockian.Ominous.

Here is an ancient hook swaying on an antique rope in a dark barn.

Jeeze, what is this? Halloween?

Okay, how about some dogs now?

Here is the general yard shot.

Here are the Wiemerieners. More of these two to come.

A toot: Princess, Edith, Freya, Sophie, Lulu, Matilda. Geese flying over, running in and out of hay bales... here and here.

Jack, AndyWalter, Theo. Here. And here.

Here the dogs find a live ground hog residence. Or a fox. I suspect ground hog. They get pretty excited.

More Weimerieners here.

What is this one actually? Here.

Enough dogs. How about a snowman? Here.

Or a cow.

Or a baby.

Or all of that.

Friday, March 14, 2008

very quick and I'm out... more to come

I have to go out but I will work on this blog later... thanks.

But here is one video with everyone for today.

For more.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

2 cats, many dogs

So a reminder: Natasha and Duke (in videos here) are for adoption if you know anyone.

Here are Duke, Gustov and Butch hanging around the yard. Butch (the little one) is the ring leader, sending the group out after a rabbit, cat or horse, depending on what moves.

Here are the cats. Wait, why cats in the dog blog? Stick with the video and you will see the food closet, the dogs inside, outside, fetch, no fetch, etc. A long one: 2 and a half minutes!

Imagine being a cat living in a barn with up to 50 dogs.

More of everyone in the yard. Here.

This is Natasha. Here. She could be yours.

Letting the dogs out. Here.

Those little dots are your dogs. Just wait. Here.

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Saturday, March 8, 2008


Don't forget our dogs for adoption. Here. We've got more of wonderful Duke here. I like him, I tell you, nice dog.

To see all the movies, go here.

This is the video of the yard with Bill wrestling and all the others of course.

Maddox, Finn, Misui and someone else out for a toot. Here.

Some notes on our current residents first: Luna still hates me. Well, she at least doesn't like me. She doesn't, apparently like men in general, but that is hardly an excuse. I have to get Ollie, my son, who she likes just fine, to take her out for a photo shoot this morning (no school) so her people can see her not looking scared, which she does when I'm around. Although she's getting better.

Misui: I didn't trust him because he's a husky but his owner swore I could let him off the leash. As you can see in the videos below I did. What you can't see is that he proceeded to run off down the driveway and disappear. I put everyone else away, jumped in the car, headed to the road, called him. I heard some ice cracking on the pond and thought he might be out there. No luck. I stood around trying to decide what to do next when he appeared in the middle of the road only a few feet from me. I don't know how he did that. He was as happy to jump in the car and as happy to join the other dogs as he had been to run off.

I think roaming a mile or two is not running off to a husky. I think they have a bigger range mapped onto their heads than most dogs and that they don't mean to run off, just establish a range suitable to their aspirations. Unfortunately for their aspirations, their brain-map includes a range with streets, cars, neighbors, horses, cows, tractors, chickens and other stuff that they are not allowed to inspect.

Breed discrimination confirmed. No more huskies off leash. There is another dog camp that I saw online that doesn't take huskies. That's for fighting I think. That hasn't been a problem for me.

You know, I never read a book about dogs. I keep getting books for Christmas and birthday and so on... but the last thing I want to read about, frankly, is a dog. And the books are either 1) about dog behavior, kind of assuming you have to deal with them one or two at at time (not 20), or 2) about the dog business. The dog business books tell me I can't do stuff I want to do (leave them together or pick them up in the car with the others and expect them to behave) or talk about a lot of things I'm not interested in (bleach, concrete, etc.). I'm doing it all wrong. I can't do what I do. So I solve the problem by not reading!

But honestly, no one seems to do what I do, at least locally (free pick up and all that). Or do they? Anyway, there are 1.5 million dogs in my pick up area and I can handle a maximum of 50 so I think I will survive the coming long and awful depression. Keep on traveling folks!

And then if the dog thing doesn't work out, there is always... what's a good business to be in during a depression? Portfollio manager? Dairy farmer? I know: mailman.

And anyway, when it comes to pack management, their is no substitute for experience. I made a lot of mistakes over the years. I will definitely make some more. But I'm better. I haven't figured out how to train someone else, which would be the next step.

But I don't really know anything. My instincts are better. And I know most of the dogs.

And I still have 10 fingers.

Okay, more on the dogs here. Duke is still for adoption. He's a real winner. I like him a lot.

Betty Lou: she's not crazy about me either. We're getting better and I'm going to try some chicken on her this morning. We'll see if that finally makes her my friend.

Maggie Blue: She repeatedly dropped her tennis ball in the hole between the wood and the chain link fence and could not get it out. So she tried to eat the offending wire. I think wire should go nicely with that sock she ate the other day. The four basic Maggie food groups: socks, wire, drywall, and plywood. She's a healthy girl.

Bill: I'm worried he'll turn nice play into a fight. But he's having a ball wrestling with Gustov, I just have to let them go. The more they do it, the less likely it'll go bad... and they're having a ball.

All fine: Finn, Daisy, Maddox... good moods. Because it's srping. Unless it's me in a good mood imagining they are.

So Spring. It's early Spring, but it's Spring. For the first time I can remember, certainly since we've lived up here, I will miss something of winter. I think it's that I've been taking pictures and thinking about taking pictures in the winter and it is DYNAMITE for that. I mean winter. It looks great. The red barn look tremendous when there is no other real color around. And people look good in the winter, they stand out of the landscape. And sound: no birds. No bugs. Austere and only occasionally harsh.

But Spring is better. Ollie was not convinced by my color and sound argument. Here.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

dogs for adoption: two available

Here is Duke. He was the dog or an acquaintance of a camp customer. He's 10 but looks and acts younger, no health problems. I know him well now: he's living here until we figure out his next move. Beautiful coat. Well-trained. His family moved abroad and didn't take him. Lovely dog. Nervous for a day or two but settled in nicely. Plays well with other dogs. His looks are his strong suit. He's sort of a shepherd type but his fur is softer and fuller than a German shepherd.

Look here to see him in action. Here he is again with some friends (all still here!).

He's a real winner. Fixed, shots. I like him but I have two dogs of my own already. I can bring him to the city if you want to meet him. I might find him someone up here too, so he gets more time in the country. But no one has taken him yet. Email me.

Next dog: Natasha. Here's another one of her.

Breed: American Staffordshire Terrier Age: Around Two Years
Sex: Female - Spay
A 40 lb bundle of love, Natasha will return the affections of her owner many fold. She loves to play, climb in your lap, and get scratches and rubs.

NATASHA A real love bug!

Breed: American Staffordshire Terrier Age: Around Two Years
Sex: Female - Spayed

Natasha is a 40 lb bundle of love who will return the affections of her owner many fold. She loves to play, climb in your lap, and get scratches and rubs. A very pretty blonde with a pink nose and muzzle and amber eyes, Natasha was adopted from the New York ASPCA two months ago. She came into a home with an older, larger dog, with whom she gets along very well. However, she distrusts and is jealous of other dogs, and her behavior shows it.
Natasha is a bright young lady who has already learned to sit (most of the time!). She is a spunky, playful, and energetic companion who loves to play fetch and play with her toys. She is healthy, fully vaccinated, and house trained if walked sufficiently. Her present owner already loves her but has found having two dogs too much to handle. To find out more, call Kim at 917 - 441- 7166.

first post in march

Here is the folder with today's videos and stuff. More details and stuff coming. And I have TWO DOGS for ADOPTION about which I will post in a bit.