Another day, another new adventure. This morning when I glanced out the kitchen window (which I apparently do a lot without realizing it) I saw two strange dogs coming up through our pasture. I grabbed the binoculars and could see that it was a black lab and a Husky. Now I’m not the type to get wound up about people’s dogs running loose, as long as they’re not hurting anything. Lord knows ours does it when he gets the chance. But Huskies have a reputation as livestock killers, and with my hens free-ranging and a day-old calf in the pasture I got pretty nervous about it.
So I grabbed Ike and headed out to turn him loose in the pasture. But by the time I got out there the dogs had turned and gone back the way they came so I took Ike back up to the house and tied him out.
Our horse, Kickapoo, saw the dogs before I did and didn’t like it one bit. He’s a better watch dog than our dog. Whenever someone drives in he lets out a loud whinny that we can hear clear inside the house. He stood at the fence and watched those dogs make their way back through the pasture, flickering and flattening his ears the whole while, and didn’t move until long after they had disappeared from sight.
Maybe I should be tying him up outside the door instead of the BWD.
