Puppy Life

I spoke before of the cycle of fun, trouble, fun, trouble that a dog's first year consists of, and because our Great Pyranees was hit by a truck last summer, we find ourselves involved, once again, in this process. This isn' the first time we have had a puppy in the Fall. And there is something about putting decorations for this season out in the yard that brings out the worst in them. A scarecrow is just more than they can handle. By now Duke has learned some degree of self-control, but not when it comes to scarecrows. He was discovered in the yard this morning giving the new guy a good shaking, after he had pulled him out of the straw bale so as to be able to give it a good go. Jack was able to rescue the poor fellow and restore him to his proper place intact, albeit, missing one eye and his hat.(The hat was later found and also restored to its place. It hangs down over the face now so the missing eye isn't a problem.) After some stern discipline he left it alone. ***UPDATE: There were two more attempts made and foiled.***
Having to leave the scarecrow alone in mid-thrashing must have left a bad taste in his mouth because he was found taking it out on a chicken. By chewing on it.
With the puppy being locked up in the barn for the night, peace has been restored to Family Circle Farm. Goodnight.
Nancy