Born to be wild

I sit here with so many words in my brain, things I might say, things perhaps I should not say, in a word:

emotional

On Tuesday afternoon I heard the little dog from across the street yelp.  I ran out front to see a big green truck stop, wait, then take off.  This truck frequents our street often looking for goodies in our junk piles we place out for monthly collection.  He usually turns at he end of the lane and goes back out to the main road.  Not this time.  This time he had the nerve to drive through our neighbors property to get to the road on the other side!

Thankfully, little Payden is none the worse for the event.

Later that afternoon Bob came home and said, “I need your help!  Chuck says the new neighbor has run over Miss Dixie!”

I never heard a thing.  Surveying the road out front of our house I clearly see by the feathers that she hit her and kept right on going.  I followed the trail of feathers leading back into our yard to find her cowering under a bush.  She was badly hurt and I knew what needed to be done.

You may find it odd for someone who raises chickens for the table to have a hard time with

what needs to be done,

but it remains that I did.

Since Tuesday I kept waiting for the lady next door to come to me and say she was sorry, or at least to tell me a lie, but she has not.  I suppose she could just be feeling ashamed, but don’t believe that is the case.

Like that  guy in the truck, the same afternoon, she just drove on and ostensibly couldn’t care less.  People like that bother me.  I want to tell her about Dixie.  About how she came to be wild, about her run-ins with owls, hawks, tomato loving neighbors, and wayward dogs.  I want her to know about how she had been a survivor for all these years, and how just recently, she had started laying at home again and hooked onto my other chickens in the chicken yard.  (Although she still preferred to roost high in the tree out back.)

I want her to care.

However, when she kept going that afternoon, and has not come to me to say anything in the way of regrets, I simply know that she does not care.  To her Miss Dixie was just a stupid chicken in the road.

Goodbye, Miss Dixie

Looking for adventure
In whatever came her way…
She was  born
Born to be wild
She could fly so high
I never thought she’d die (not like this)
Born to be wild
Born to be wild

With deepest apologies to Steppenwolf   😉

 

The leaf monster

Buddy the big dog has never liked being outside by himself.
Now, he’s suddenly decided that being outside is

GREAT!

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Budeeeeeeeee,  Bad dog!

I brush him down and he always tells me,

I'm-sorry

“I’m sorry.”

“Silly old dog”, I say as I ruffle his ears, “Let’s go in now.”

~*~

Noodle Needs

Waiting for someone?

Noodle-needs“No.”

Our little friend Noodle has very long and slender legs.  He is very close to the drafty floorboards too.  So when the weather drops below freezing you will usually find him in a lap or laying on a heat register.

Poor little Noodle dog.

~*~

Noodle-Parts-Chart

Meet the Noodle

After almost three months we finally decided it was time to find a new little dog.

Our criteria were:

  1. Small – 15lbs or less
  2. Terrier MIX  – a pure breed seemed to be too health fragile
  3. Had to PLAY BALL!
  4. On the young side – being a puppy was optional but under 2 years at least
  5. Trainable – being a terrier pretty much assured that.

As I had with Tucker and Buddy I went to the internet to seek the little critter and I found him on Craig’s List.

The add read:

Rat terrier mix looking for a loving home. He is neutered and crate trained/housebroken. He is very intelligent, easy to train, and knows simple commands (sit, stay). He is a great pal to take out for runs and he loves to play fetch!!! We have a full year worth of flea/tick prevention and heart worm medication and we have all of his vet records. He is in excellent health. Unfortunately he is dog #3 in our home and his Alpha-male tendencies do not jive well with our dominant male French Bulldog. We are sad to see him go, but he would be better suited in another loving home.

Location?

NASHVILLE, TN

a long drive.

(200 miles round trip)

We didn’t mind.  I drove approximately 500 miles round trip when we lived in California to go get Buddy.  He was worth it and so is the new little pup.

This is the Noodle

Noodle-Squeeze

At 17 pounds he is about 2 pounds bigger than Tucker, but he fits in the little dog’s bed even with his favorite toy in there with him.

However, it must be said that his favorite place to sleep is…

Seat-Theif!

My seat!

I get up, I come back, and there he is.

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The Noodle has some highly skilled parts that come standard with this breed and are controlled by a very high dose of canine intelligence!

Noodle Parts Chart

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Noodle-Parts-ChartA fun time is guaranteed with this pup!

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Oh yes, and why name him Noodle?

Tucker had a docked tail that we called the stinger when he wagged it.  He moved it so fast that the little white tip would blur in a visual trail.

Noodle has his whole tail ~ yay!  When he wags, it is wiggly, and looks a bit like a wet noodle.

Ergo his new moniker:  Noodle.

~*~

A good dog is hard to find.

A good used dog?  Almost impossible.

We think we found a great one!