Rock-a-Bye...Deputy?

Howdy folks-


Busy, busy time at the Homestead-chasing anything that moves, barking at the wind, swimming in the local creek, etc. Mom finally had some time to sit me at the computer so I could catch you all up on my daily activities.


One particular activity we stumbled upon completely by accident but everything thinks it is adorable *yuck* so after some prodding, I agreed to share. Remember, I am one handsome, but sensitive Deputy, so no judging! *Big Sigh* Ok, here goes:


One evening, shortly after I arrived at the Homestead, Mom came home in one pissy mood. To combat the mood, she turned on music and danced around the house like some crazy lady. Well, at first I was a little freaked out by the noise and all of the moving she was doing-what would you call that dance move Mom? Sheriff Padfoot, not one for being held, would follow her around and bite her ankles while I just watched. This is fascinating-someone should post that on whatchamacallit you tube. I decided to give it a try so I very carefully walk over to Mom, careful to avoid the swinging feet and arms and jump up on my two back legs. I can do this, see Mom, I can dance too! She picked me up and we danced!


You may ask yourself why this was such a big deal...well if you remember, I was a pretty anxious pup when I arrived at the Homestead and my parents often doubted whether or not they could help me. Well, my dancing with Mom was the breakthrough we all needed-I was safe and I was happy. I put my head on Mom's shoulder and just swayed with her and the music-quickly falling right to sleep.


One thing about us pups, we have very long memories so the next time I felt anxious about something, I quickly ran to Mom and jumped around on my back two legs. Mom, I need to feel safe and happy again. So she scooped me up and instead of dancing (no music handy at the time) she just started rocking me back and forth, back and forth. Yep, you guessed it, fell right asleep again.


This has continued ever since and as last night was my first full on thunderstorm, Mom was ready with the rocking chair (I tend to get heavy after 10 minutes or so) and she rocked me in the chair until the storm was over.


Pups take note: Rocking and dancing does not make you a sissy-it does however provide you a warm and safe place to hide when life gets a little ruff.


Happy Trails! Licks and love to all!


Deputy Dougal 

Deputy 2, Field Mice 0

It's official-


I'm a mouser. Certified and all or at least, I think I am. What does certified mean anyway? If it means, I walk/run along the fence line searching for small, 4 legged creatures that I then pounce on and give the ole wiggle waggle, then that's me! I'm a mouser!


Dad seems proud, the Sheriff horrified, and Mom a bit thankful the whole catching and shaking of the mouse happens outside rather than in the house.


Now if only that cottontail would come back in to the yard....