Love the pics! In fact, I love this blog! Thanks for sharing and your ox and dog are both very beautiful.
October 25, 2011 7:08 PM
Thanks for your terrific blog! I love the anatomy diagrams. Scout is handsome and the dog is cute, too; not to mention the lovely family. So much good info, presented beautifully.
May 3, 2012 9:01 AM
Ordinarily we think of coyotes yipping and howling. This is an audio recording of the sound of an individual coyote who comes and barks outside Scout-the-Ox and Harry-the-dog’s pasture. You will hear Harry-the-Dog racing back and forth along the fence line, vigorously defending his territory.
The coyote’s apparent calm is a bit unnerving — but that’s the way coyotes are!
Our grandaughter likes tractors as is evident in this video.
In the center part of the video --- after soaking the inside of the block with a special product --- our son-in-law and his brother are attempting to free a froze (rusted) engine. The video captures the eureka! moment when the engine turns over for the first time in many years --- an important step in breathing new life into a tractor that was destined for the scrap yard.
Though Harry the Dog (black) and Oliver, a Standard Poodle, are similar in height --- at a serious game of tug-of-war the lanky Oliver would not stand a chance. He likely weighs half as much as Harry the Dog, and he's still a pup. When I play tug-of-war with Harry the Dog he is a serious opponent for me; I'm six-four and weigh two-ten. He has the bulldog grip of his Pit-bull father and the size and strength of his Landseer Newfoundland mother.
In the video, however, you will see two dogs who appear equally matched. Harry the Dog invites Oliver to play the game, and then gives him just enough fight to make it fun for the young Oliver.
In the end Oliver even wins the rag!
To see Harry the Dog and Scout the Ox play with a garden hose, click here. To see photo of Harry the Dog, as a puppy, inviting play,click here.
My daughter Sarah and family's dog came to stay for several days. In the video Scout the Ox was grazing in the yard. I was laying on my back, resting in the shade of the woodpile. Scout's bells told me he was getting nearer and nearer as he grazed. Suddenly, Oliver, who is a Standard Poodle. was standing on my chest facing off with the ox.
I presume he had in mind to protect me. (Otherwise, he would have just kept a safe distance from the ox.) But, alas, as he contemplated the situation his courage failed.
He's just a pup! Give him a year and he may make a formidable guard dog. .