Oh boy! A fellow poo roller! I love to eat it too! Especially chicken poo. Yum! My name is Timber and I bet you are wondering how a dog can type letters on a cell phone. Shhh! It’s a secret. I can’t tell you because then my master will find out and put a stop to it. But he’s not in the room right now. He’s outside chopping kindling in the woodshed. He calls me his wood cutting dog. But really I don’t like to cut wood I just like to chew it. Wood and poo. Mmmmmm! Anyhow I do like to roll in poo and eat it. Last week I rolled in so much poo they just shaved me so I’m easier to clean up. Normally my fur grows out really long but now it’s short. Sometimes I just suck on a turd to savor the flavor to see what animals are eating then I spit it out. My master calls me a name that I think is really bad. At least it sounds that way. I’m not really sure what it means but he has this disgusted tone in his voice and calls me a something “poo eater” and he says it like that’s a bad thing. Humans! They just don’t understand. Oh oh! He’s coming. Quick—gotta go before he sees me!
We had an english setter with somewhat similar markings and face. That dog had a thing for female dobermans in heat and lucky for him there was a doberman breeder two miles away. Unfortunately for us there was a wet, gooey, sticky, muddy swamp between us and those doberman kennels and the dog had the energy and fortitude to navigate by nose the shortest route to his lusty cravings straight thru the deepest, wettest, stickiest, gooiest part. He learned to sit there and wait and despite not having gotten lucky due to the kennels' chain link barriers ( that we know of ) for his efforts he'd at least get a car ride home and a bath and some attention.
My buddy Jack Henry. He loves to hang out with me whenever I am tending the stove. He is a lab pit mix, and a big baby. Always right behind my wife or me, and always has to sleep with us. He is a rescue from Texas. He was found in a box on the side of a highway. Never had a dog before. Never thought I could love an animal so much.
My 2 barn cats follow me in the woods especially when I'm mushroom hunting, I usually take off on my quad or tractor and I don't see them if i'm going for firewood.
Harley's twin sister, Goldie, came to visit the woodshed this evening. She lives on the next property. So, less than a 1/2 mile as the crow flies. These girls are going to be 6 months old tomorrow.
Here’s Tito, 115 lb German shepherd. He loves to bring wood in and be outside on the property playing.
