jaylar
07-04-2008, 12:37 PM
I have a wild dog pack that roams my property and pretty much they do what they please.
I feed them dog food, and do look after them to the extent they allow.
Although I can call them 'pets' they really don't think of themselves as being owned, and have never been on a leash.
I live on the beach. They go to the sea when they want. If I go, trying to sneak away, they'll find me, and make up a barkathon.
When they are small I can get them into the water, but as soon as they get bigger, forget about it.
I have seen them race into the sea to fight other dogs...they fight.
Sometimes, during the day when I hear it, I can intervene but at 2 am I ain't going out of my house on a deserted...maybe...beach to intervene in doggie politics.
As I say, they are wild and have their own society, and I can watch them live their doggie lives.
They have their likes and dislikes. Runty adores Cricket. Wherever Cricket is, she'll be. She doesn't know she's a dwarf.
She was born in a litter a month before another litter was born, and trust me, she was as little as the just born puppies and hasn't grown much.
The thing about them, is that being wild they go out and come back with various doggie plagues.
The ones I can catch I can dose; i.e. the Parvo epidemic. So many dogs died of this disease.
Right now, what I do, is boil up bissy and mix it with ashes, and force it down their gullets.
If I can dose them a couple of times, they'll be quite alright. Of course, being wild you know they aren't knocking on my door asking to go to the vet.
Then there is the mange epidemic. The smaller ones I can catch and bathe in a costs the earth ointment.
The others I try to drench when they are sleeping. Not fun.
I usually declare a mange day and spend the better part of it with my bucket of ointment, my gloves and trying to look inconspicuous.
Right now, I only have Denys, (alpha dog) Junie, the absolutely wild female...(I have never been able to touch her), Petunia, (she's very loving)Runty, and Cricket, y found dog, and three puppies.
Junie is one of the worst mothers I have ever seen. She is as likely to puncture the jugular of her babies in picking them up than in just picking them up. She will usually have about four.
They are three girls, Perky, (named after the coffee perculator I had to buy) Patty, (St. Patrick's Day) and Pudgy.
I try to date stamp them.
Denys was born around Hurricane Dennis. Junie...born in June. Petunia, I don't remember why, Runty for obvious reasons, and Cricket, as I found her during the Cricket World Cup.
I was watching a match when I heard a dog screaming so I ran out...(when you're a West Indies Fan, not seeing the match is superior to watching it)...and there she was, out at sea, on a stone while my dog pack were acting vicious.
I ran into the sea, and picked her up and carried her in and wiped her down, and let her lie on the mat on the floor.
I gave her some soy milk.
Then later, I put her outside, and she cried and got on, so I put a mat out there for her to lie on.
Everything was quiet, and later, deep at night I went to look, and there was Petunia, holding Cricket in her paws.
Cricket joined the pack and although last year she would be inside the house on a rug, now she won't tolerate a closed door.
If they come in, and I close the door, they go nuts to get out.
If I open both doors, they use the house as a race course, chasing each other, probably getting points in their doggie game for what they knock over.
They won't be inside. Even during hurricanes they prefer to be able to run, so though they might find shelter in the old house, they won't go into anything with closed doors...
They're wild. they have a lot of games they play.
One will find something, could be anything, a rag, a stick, a dead and stinking spiny puffer, and pick it up and run with it, and they'll all run her down...and take it away, and run with it...kind of a doggie rugby I guess.
I think I've learned alot about doggie culture just watching them.
I feed them dog food, and do look after them to the extent they allow.
Although I can call them 'pets' they really don't think of themselves as being owned, and have never been on a leash.
I live on the beach. They go to the sea when they want. If I go, trying to sneak away, they'll find me, and make up a barkathon.
When they are small I can get them into the water, but as soon as they get bigger, forget about it.
I have seen them race into the sea to fight other dogs...they fight.
Sometimes, during the day when I hear it, I can intervene but at 2 am I ain't going out of my house on a deserted...maybe...beach to intervene in doggie politics.
As I say, they are wild and have their own society, and I can watch them live their doggie lives.
They have their likes and dislikes. Runty adores Cricket. Wherever Cricket is, she'll be. She doesn't know she's a dwarf.
She was born in a litter a month before another litter was born, and trust me, she was as little as the just born puppies and hasn't grown much.
The thing about them, is that being wild they go out and come back with various doggie plagues.
The ones I can catch I can dose; i.e. the Parvo epidemic. So many dogs died of this disease.
Right now, what I do, is boil up bissy and mix it with ashes, and force it down their gullets.
If I can dose them a couple of times, they'll be quite alright. Of course, being wild you know they aren't knocking on my door asking to go to the vet.
Then there is the mange epidemic. The smaller ones I can catch and bathe in a costs the earth ointment.
The others I try to drench when they are sleeping. Not fun.
I usually declare a mange day and spend the better part of it with my bucket of ointment, my gloves and trying to look inconspicuous.
Right now, I only have Denys, (alpha dog) Junie, the absolutely wild female...(I have never been able to touch her), Petunia, (she's very loving)Runty, and Cricket, y found dog, and three puppies.
Junie is one of the worst mothers I have ever seen. She is as likely to puncture the jugular of her babies in picking them up than in just picking them up. She will usually have about four.
They are three girls, Perky, (named after the coffee perculator I had to buy) Patty, (St. Patrick's Day) and Pudgy.
I try to date stamp them.
Denys was born around Hurricane Dennis. Junie...born in June. Petunia, I don't remember why, Runty for obvious reasons, and Cricket, as I found her during the Cricket World Cup.
I was watching a match when I heard a dog screaming so I ran out...(when you're a West Indies Fan, not seeing the match is superior to watching it)...and there she was, out at sea, on a stone while my dog pack were acting vicious.
I ran into the sea, and picked her up and carried her in and wiped her down, and let her lie on the mat on the floor.
I gave her some soy milk.
Then later, I put her outside, and she cried and got on, so I put a mat out there for her to lie on.
Everything was quiet, and later, deep at night I went to look, and there was Petunia, holding Cricket in her paws.
Cricket joined the pack and although last year she would be inside the house on a rug, now she won't tolerate a closed door.
If they come in, and I close the door, they go nuts to get out.
If I open both doors, they use the house as a race course, chasing each other, probably getting points in their doggie game for what they knock over.
They won't be inside. Even during hurricanes they prefer to be able to run, so though they might find shelter in the old house, they won't go into anything with closed doors...
They're wild. they have a lot of games they play.
One will find something, could be anything, a rag, a stick, a dead and stinking spiny puffer, and pick it up and run with it, and they'll all run her down...and take it away, and run with it...kind of a doggie rugby I guess.
I think I've learned alot about doggie culture just watching them.