About five minutes later I handed the leash to Jo-Ann and turned slightly to put Boose back in the Shop. Cleo came from behind me and lunged for Boose, my right hand between a hissing cat and a set of formidable canine teeth. One of which went right between my two large knuckles.
A couple of hours later Cleo was trying to run down a new calf and chased it, the calf shrieking for its Mom, across the front pasture until the whole herd turned and charged towards Cleo - at which point she seemed to hear our yelling and returned to the house.
We are back to the books on this one. And continuing with walks hoping to convince Cleo that she is part of a bigger family. A couple of episodes of " The Dog Whisperer" are probably not going to help.
Any suggestions out there?
We are having a wonderfully, Lazy Sunday, just catching up on emails. Yesterday we tore apart the right hand drive on the skidsteer to figure out why it was only being driven on three tires. Fortunately it turned out to be a broken rear drive chain - a relatively simple and inexpensive fix. As soon as I can get the required chain links. Hopefully in the next few days. In the mean time Brother Tom has volunteered his skid steer for a couple of days to help out with some yard work, wood gathering, and clearing out the Red Shed in preparation for its transmogrification into green house.
Hope your day is peaceful.




































