Best Buddies

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Our New Friends

Georgia here. I have been asked to give everyone an update on our new friends. Dakota can't talk about the chickens because she gets too excited. She spent a lot of the past week pacing back and forth in front of the coop, stalking the flock. Bad doggie. But I have to admit that I haven't been an angel either.

Now for the introductions.

This is Rocky. She is a big girl. She's the most curious and confident of all of them. The other two always follow her lead. She's just young, maybe 4 or 5 months old. She hasn't started laying eggs yet. Doesn't she look mean? She's actually very nice.

This is Daisy. She's Rocky's sister from the same clutch of eggs. Daisy is a barred plymouth rock, and Rocky is supposed to be one too. Hmmm.... Mom wanted American chickens, and she liked plymouth rocks best. Daisy follows Rocky around and is also quite curious. She also seems like the smartest one.

This is Dora. She's a dorking (a British chicken). Mom wanted three plymouth rocks, but they only had two, so she took this one for a third. She's very shy and won't come up to anyone like Rocky and Daisy do. She's older than the other two and laid an egg the first night, but she hasn't laid one since. Even though she's shy and smaller than Rocky and Daisy, mom saw her peck Rocky away when she tried to take some food from her.

We're all very excited about getting some eggs. Dakota and I enjoy sharing cheese omelettes with mom and dad on the weekends. Hopefully soon...

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Dakota's Big Week

I've had a big week.

I started off the week being a bit under the weather. On Monday night I told mom and dad that I wasn't feeling very well. I crept around the house with my ears down and looked generally miserable. But on Tuesday morning I was back to my old self. Or so we all thought. Mom picked me up from doggie daycare, and they had the doors open because it smelled really bad in there. Seems I "exploded" in the afternoon and had big, runny poos. But I felt sooooo much better. Dad figured out why I was so sick. Mom couldn't find that new roll of dog food she bought on Monday ...

Georgia pooped out the red wrapper on Wednesday. That's all I let her have.

On Wednesday it was my birthday. I'm three now.

And today I found out what dad has been building. Turns out it's a ...

CHICKEN COOP!!  Mom picked up three chickens for me today! Well, mom and dad say they're NOT for me, but that doesn't stop me trying to get in and "play" with them. I am obsessed with them. My lab side says "Bird! Retrieve!" while my husky side says "Bird! Dinner!". I am torn.