Who Let the Dogs Out

Since we’ve been living up here, we’ve been entrusted with the odd bit of animal sitting, mainly chickens, which comes with its own rewards. This week, however, our animal sitting activities have been taken up a level.

pigs in pen

Our neighbours up the road have gone off for a week leaving us in charge of three pigs, several sheep, a dozen hens, some pheasant chicks, three guinea fowl, two dogs and four extremely aggressive geese (the whole operation isn’t so much a smallholding as a novelty Christmas song). Fortunately, this mainly just involves checking that the various animals are still where they’re supposed to be and have water, chucking food at some of them, and shutting the door on the geese (hurriedly) at night and letting them out again in the morning.

The hens are still young uns so aren’t laying, but the guinea fowl are more than making up the deficiency (I have to confess, I had no idea that you could keep them for eggs as well as for just having fantastic polka dot feathers and making a racket; apparently they also eat ticks and don’t make as much of a mess of your garden as chickens do).

guinea fowl eggs

And it’s also been a chance to enjoy all the good bits of having a dog – going for walks, appreciating the aerodynamic qualities of a good stick, finding that specific spot behind the ear where it’s the most satisfying to be scratched – and none of the rubbish bits (mainly, picking up poo and paying vet bills). Even if the younger one (apparently a Labrador-kangaroo cross) has spent the week practising leaping until she managed to get out of the yard unaided today – and the weather has occasionally been a little suboptimal for walkies …

dogs in the dreich

People often ask us if we’re ever going to get some pets of our own. I do occasionally consider it but on the whole I think that the best kind of animals are the ones you can give back to their owners when they become tiresome (see also: children). Certainly, I’m no closer to wanting a dog, or a smallholding, of my own after this week … although I may have to stop googling ‘raising guinea fowl’ before things get out of hand.

3 Responses to Who Let the Dogs Out

  1. Andy in Germany says:

    I’m in a similar position re: shares in a dog and chickens. my landlady has a dog, which knows a chump with a soft spot for canines when she sees one.
    She (Dog, not Landlady) generally comes for a ear foozle when she sees me and will wander into my apartment to say hello when the door is open, which has all the advantages you describe without all the bother of feeding, vets, et c.

  2. welshcyclist says:

    I think I’ll stick to riding a bike. Lol.

  3. disgruntled says:

    @Andy – we had a similar arrangement with the neighbour’s cat at the old place, but were gutted when neighbour and cat had to move away
    @Welshcyclist – probably wise!

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