Growing up, my Dad was a master of the the euphemism. It took me forever to figure out that when he said he was "going to see a man about a dog" he wasn't really going to see a man about a dog. In fact, he was taking a leak. Yet another euphemism. It's a wonder I don't need therapy.
Anyhoo, today I went to see a man about a dog. Only I really did go see a man about a dog. Not just any ol' dog. A beautiful little 3 1/2 month old Great Pyrenees girl (little being a relative term).
It's the logical next step in our fiber farm plans. The sheep and chickens have been safe in their arrangement so far. But we had an experience listening to the sounds of a pack of dogs not to long ago that made the hairs on our heads stand on end. Harvest time will be coming soon and that will bring out the coyotes in droves.
I'm going to sleep better at night knowing Willa is on duty. Willamina in German means The Diligent Guardian.
She left behind an angora goat and peacocks as sleeping companions. But I have no doubt in time she'll find someone to snuggle up with here. She's already staked her boundaries and let everyone know that she's the new Head Farm Dog in Charge. I'm in love. It's going to be hard to let her do her job and not love on her too much.