I only have a few minutes to write this.
I have an appointment to be fitted for my straight jacket. I don't want to be late for that...
(Sorry, can't hear you. The Hen is squawking so loud I think the coop is going to implode....)
Yeah, we will deal with her later.
Right now we are dealing with this.....
Newcomer:
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Meet Bandit.
Bandit. This is not a name that inspires..... confidence. I just brought him from the kennel where he has been for a week or more. We were just so full up with Shelties that there was no place for him. Until I lost what little sense I had left and said I would rescue him.
I've heard he's a counter surfer, and has issues with prized chewy treats. We have been warned about this guarding behavior. Hopefully we will not be lulled into complacency by his calm temperment.
He has greeted Miss Fiona without a problem. Just a nice, "Oh! The resident cat. Howdy do." And then off he went to some other exploration of the house.
Fiona was too shocked to utter so much as a hello in greeting.
He has also been introduced to the pack:
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He survived that without any growls or snarls. And believe me, they ganged up on him at first. He was being inspected on both ends at the same time poor guy.
This is going to be interesting. I remember this feeling. I used to have three really real human boys in the house all those years ago. God only gave me two eyes and two hands. Sometimes you really do need that eye in the back of your head.
I may have to dust my old one off and pop it in. Three to one is about my limit.
[album 65561 GoofyHen2.JPG]Three?
THREE?
What about that cat?
That's FOUR missy.
Count 'em.
Four.
You are SO done for.
So delusional.
So...
Buks fail me.
I'll be in my coop.
And don't come
crying to me in the
middle of the night
if you have problems.
You are on your own.
I wash my wings of the
whole business.