As happens around here, we tend to make semi-spontaneous decisions about our four-legged arrivals. Six weeks ago, I would have laughed if you told me we would have a fourth (!) dog on our homestead. Afterall, we have just 5 acres that is focused on my little fibre flock of sheep. And four dogs….really, now. That seems ridiculous.
However, when it is apparent that the littlest member of our household (that is human member) realizes that everyone has a pet but him, it puts things in perspective rather quickly. And a caged indoor pet is the last thing I want. It was apparent that Huckley had a point….and let you be warned that getting your first child a pup of his own will only lead you down the very same slippery slope we have found ourselves on!
I rallied behind my youngest who made a good case for another dog. We researched smaller dogs, talked to neighbours and farmers and settled on an Australian Shepherd…in fact, a Mini Australian Shepherd. He is the most delightful size, ever faithful to his one true human, and very clever. Together with Huckley’s help, we intend to make him into a fine sheep-herding dog to help move our ewes from pasture to pasture.
Huckley is responsible for feeding Jack-a-roo his meals, training him basic commands using clicker training, as well as taking him for his two daily walks. He has spent most of his earnings on chew toys for the pup, and rushes home from activities to cuddle and snuggle his favourite friend. If Huckley’s increased self-esteem is any affirmation of our decision, we have surely made the right one, without hesitation.
Within just a few weeks, this little pup seems to fit in just fine with all the other critters and humans around here. He’s a keeper…and this mama couldn’t be happier for her littlest boy.
Welcome home, Jack.