Hafise lives in Southeast Kansas with the Inanna Nubian herd of dairy goats. Hafise and her owner would enjoy hearing from you.
Please visit our herd website to see more information and pictures of the animals.
Hafise lives in Southeast Kansas with the Inanna Nubian herd of dairy goats. Hafise and her owner would enjoy hearing from you.
Please visit our herd website to see more information and pictures of the animals.
Yahoo Groups that have helped Boogie and the rest of us adjust are the one for deaf dogs, and a second group for deaf and blind dogs. The groups' members are located all around the world. They generously offer help to anyone who has a problem, and give a pat on the back for dogs and owners who share joys.
Patricia McConnell, Certified Animal Behaviorist, leads a lively weekly call in show on Public Radio. Callers receive help and hear interviews with people who are working with a wide variety of animals. Her website offers animal tips from listeners from across the country.
Temple Grandin has written several books. The last one we read was Animals in Translation. Grandin's new book is Animals Make Us Human. She says that her insight into animal behavior is due to her autism. Grandin's work has been innovative and ground-breaking in the area of livestock management. You can see more of her work at her website.
The Wikipedia article on Anatolian Shepherds is excellent. It gives general information about the breed including size and temperament.
They are all my pets. All the cats, Boogie the dog, and the birds, especially the chickens. The only two who are above me are Patty and Mom. When I am too rough with Patty she snarls and grabs my muzzle in her mouth. Ouch! Mom doesn't put up with me pushing her around either. I live for those magic words, "Puppy, Baby, Good Girl". I hear them a lot.
Patty is a Great Pyreenes. She was born in the spring of 1999. She is almost as big as me, furry, and white. She taught me everything I know and that is a lot. When she was a puppy she chewed the corners off the house. I don't do that. I like to carefully pick my objects from the work bench in the garage or right out of the yard. One glove, a screw driver, a hose, an electrical extension cord, the light plug-in on the trailer, one wire on the truck tail-lights. They provide never ending satisfaction. Of course, I have to sandwich those treasured moments in between my busy guard dog duties.
Boogie is truly my pet although she has been here longer than I have. She is an Australian Shepherd and has beautiful white fur with some grey splotches. Well, I was her pet until I realized that I was bigger than she. I let her pretend that she is the big dog when she grabs hold of my cheeks and pulls while growling fiercely. Sometimes she barks but she can't hear herself. And, it is easy to sneak up on her because she can't see three feet in front of her face. But, oh boy, can she follow a track. Her favorite thing lately is to bark at where she thinks a cat may be. The cat knows it can walk off and Boogie won't know it, so this little game is fun for both of them.
Boogie likes to follow me when I go into the woods. She can find her way back with her nose but I have to be especially careful for her in the winter when the ponds are frozen. When I was a puppy we went exploring ahead of Mom and the goats. As Mom tells it, she saw something that looked like a snow goose sliding across the deep end of the pond. Then she looked again and saw that it was Boogie and she had fallen through the ice. I stood on the bank and barked because I didn't know what else to do. The more Mom hurried to get around the pond, the more the goats crowded together in front of her. As Boogie realized she was in real trouble I saw Patty run past Mom and the goats, onto the ice. She ran to Boogie and fell through beside her. All of a sudden everything got very quiet. I could tell we were desperate. Mom finally got around the goats and to the side of the pond closest to Boogie and Patty. Boogie had climbed out over Patty and Patty was fighting for her life trying to get to the side. Mom almost went in then Patty got close enough for Mom to get hold of her ruff. With lots of help and encouragement we got Patty out of the pond. I helped.
The birds are my pets, especially the chickens. But after the night I tried to play with them I know that I need to not do that anymore. Until then Mom had most always sounded fairly sweet and calm. Those chickens were just more than I could resist. I pulled one down and it sqwaked so funny that after it quit moving I got the next on off the side of the hay manger. I was on the third and thoroughly enjoying myself when I heard an awful racket. It was Mom. She was screaming at me and the words bore no resemblance to Honey or Baby or Good Girl. Oh boy, I knew my life had come to an end and I sneaked out of the barn. When I peeked around the corner I saw Mom as she found each chicken. She pick up that last chicken and cradled it in her arms. Did I feel bad! The next morning she talked to me like usual, but I won't forget. I was just a puppy.
Sometimes the baby birds stay in the house until they are old enough to roost in the barn. These four chicks would spend the day outside and go in at night. Now they live outside, roost in the barn and at least three are starting to lay eggs. I think the fourth is a rooster. When a goat steps on a bird, the bird, not the goat, goes in the house. When it can fly to the counter it gets to go back outside. The house-guinea, Mabel, really likes the company.
