Coba's Very Hard Day
Jun. 6th, 2009 09:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
summer_jackelPoor little sheepdog parfait. I think he had one of the most traumatic experiences of his life this afternoon.
It started with me having no self control and getting some BBQ ribs for lunch before going to the stable. Once there, I lugged my tack out to where Dancer and my mom's horse Bella are kept, and gave Coba one of the bones. This is, of course, a Very Special Experience when you are a puppy, and he accepted with grave delight.
Then I realized that I'd left something important in the truck and told Coba to leave the bone and come with me. Because shelties tend to be very obedient (see yesterday's first entry on dog smarts) he obeyed, giving one long, soulful last look to the bone, and we left.
We came back just in time to see a lovely, smallish raven flying off with the bone. If Coba had been human, his jaw would have been on the floor. He looked from me to the bird (who was sitting on the fence, playing with the bone) expectantly, but alas, I failed him, and he learned the hard lesson that Ravens Win.
Hours later, ride done, I picked up my stuff, called Coba and started for the truck. About half way there, he turned around and headed back to the stable area in a flagrant show of disobedience. When I went back to collect him, he was laying where he'd left his bone, sulking.
The happy ending to this sorrowful tale of woe is that I still had a bag of bones, which I distributed to all four dogs when I got home. Coba was very happy, but I don't think that quite made up for it.
I had a bad camera day; I had the aperture (I think) set wrong so all of my pics were way too dark. I didn't notice this until late in the day. Beneath the cut are my attempts to fix some of them anyway.
Equinox is growing so quickly! It was windy, and he did a bit of galloping around, and I got some pretty shots.
Sad that I didn't zoom out more, but I still love this one.
awwwwwww
I love this shot so much. If Equinox's head was visible it would be perfect.
Daddy! Dancer is a really hard guy to photograph. He's very friendly, so he either has his muzzle in my lens or my pocket, or he's out in the pasture with his head down, grazing. To get decent shots of him, I will need someone to handle him for me.
I like this shot, weird angle and all. He's filthy because I'd just hosed him off and he'd just rolled (of course).
I was able to convince them to run just barely long enough to get this. Dancer was back in my pocket a moment later. Of course Bella was in front.
Sigh. Bella. The horse I've been trying very hard not to get attached to but am starting to anyway. A rescue who has had a very hard life. My mom saved her from being shot a couple of years ago and she is currently in foal (hopefully to the stud mom bred her to and not Dancer; you don't breed appy to grey because if you get color it will grey out, and greys with appy facial mottling look weird. Either way I am Not Thrilled with the idea since I don't feel the mare should be bred for a number of good reasons, but not my decision). She's very pretty and sweet, though. This is her good side; she's blind in the other eye due to people being hateful, nasty beasts.
It started with me having no self control and getting some BBQ ribs for lunch before going to the stable. Once there, I lugged my tack out to where Dancer and my mom's horse Bella are kept, and gave Coba one of the bones. This is, of course, a Very Special Experience when you are a puppy, and he accepted with grave delight.
Then I realized that I'd left something important in the truck and told Coba to leave the bone and come with me. Because shelties tend to be very obedient (see yesterday's first entry on dog smarts) he obeyed, giving one long, soulful last look to the bone, and we left.
We came back just in time to see a lovely, smallish raven flying off with the bone. If Coba had been human, his jaw would have been on the floor. He looked from me to the bird (who was sitting on the fence, playing with the bone) expectantly, but alas, I failed him, and he learned the hard lesson that Ravens Win.
Hours later, ride done, I picked up my stuff, called Coba and started for the truck. About half way there, he turned around and headed back to the stable area in a flagrant show of disobedience. When I went back to collect him, he was laying where he'd left his bone, sulking.
The happy ending to this sorrowful tale of woe is that I still had a bag of bones, which I distributed to all four dogs when I got home. Coba was very happy, but I don't think that quite made up for it.
I had a bad camera day; I had the aperture (I think) set wrong so all of my pics were way too dark. I didn't notice this until late in the day. Beneath the cut are my attempts to fix some of them anyway.
Equinox is growing so quickly! It was windy, and he did a bit of galloping around, and I got some pretty shots.
Sad that I didn't zoom out more, but I still love this one.
awwwwwww
I love this shot so much. If Equinox's head was visible it would be perfect.
Daddy! Dancer is a really hard guy to photograph. He's very friendly, so he either has his muzzle in my lens or my pocket, or he's out in the pasture with his head down, grazing. To get decent shots of him, I will need someone to handle him for me.
I like this shot, weird angle and all. He's filthy because I'd just hosed him off and he'd just rolled (of course).
I was able to convince them to run just barely long enough to get this. Dancer was back in my pocket a moment later. Of course Bella was in front.
Sigh. Bella. The horse I've been trying very hard not to get attached to but am starting to anyway. A rescue who has had a very hard life. My mom saved her from being shot a couple of years ago and she is currently in foal (hopefully to the stud mom bred her to and not Dancer; you don't breed appy to grey because if you get color it will grey out, and greys with appy facial mottling look weird. Either way I am Not Thrilled with the idea since I don't feel the mare should be bred for a number of good reasons, but not my decision). She's very pretty and sweet, though. This is her good side; she's blind in the other eye due to people being hateful, nasty beasts.
