No, don't scroll down for any pictures of me fetching or should I say retrieving a ball?Stella has NOT grown thumbs..yet. What she has done is to get me very well trained for after meal ball throwing sessions. The little sprite brings the ball, tail up and quivering, bright eyes shining and hopeful. She then drops it and tucks it discreetly between her front legs, still not quite ready to give it up. When she is, that little needle nose rolls it in my direction. If the obvious hint is not taken quickly, you can be sure a throaty bark will follow. Stella's bark is not loud, it is very deep and gravely. She has the Morgan Freeman of dog barks. It's at that point the training magic happens. I pick up the ball on cue and roll it or toss it. This is repeated until one of us tires. If it's Stella, she trots her retrieved ball past me like a greased pig and hops in a bed. If it's me, I walk away knowing a little dog is standing there, nosing a ball with a very disappointed look. Sometimes she brings a different ball hoping that will entice me back. Most times it does but other times Stella gets a training bonus. I put a little peanut butter in a feeder ball just to get some tossing relief. Keeps her busy for at least 10 minutes. Who is training whom? Terriers almost universally love to play ball. The problem is they aren't always too willing to give the ball back. Stella is no different. A game of ball is part fetch, part keep away and almost always fun.
In fiber news, well, there is none. There have been BIG changes in the studio this weekend and none of it is quite ready yet for public pictures. Next blog posting!
In farm news, the horses busted down the fence. Or should I say Boo did and everyone but Dandy followed. Dandy alerted me with his screaming that all was not right. He was frantic since his herd had left him. Gene got to work on the fence while I haltered the upset boy and took him with me to attract the other 4. Worked like a charm. They were a half a mile away munching dried up grass. I grabbed Cooper and the other 3 followed back to the property. Fence is fixed. It was actually a goat induced failure. They managed to break the ground wire, rendering the fence shock less. Boo must have figured this out over days actually. The fence charger still clicked so I wasn't alerted until the great escape.
On weather news, we went from hot to downright cold. Temps this morning are 37 degrees F and yesterday, it creeped up to a mere 68F. Perfect day I might add for just about anything outside, like fence fixing! ;) Today, it's supposed to climb to the 90's by mid week. UGH! Give me back my 60's! Of course the colder day gave us a clear beautiful evening last night, sweat shirt cool, bat filled and washed in moonlight.