I love where we live. I love looking out the window to see mama cows grazing and baby calves cavorting. I love having a happy-go-lucky dog who trots about in the pasture enjoying country life.
I do not enjoy having to ruin Luke's fun when he toddles over to play with something that Katie (the dog) has brought home from her travels.
Perhaps the dog whisperer has suggestions for training a dog to realize that cow placenta does not make a pleasant lawn ornament.
Don't worry. There are no photos to accompany this post.
4 comments:
You took me straight from "Sigh, that sounds so wonderful" to "Gasp! The Horror! Ewwwww!" Perhaps when she brings such things home you could re-create your reaction when the cat peed on your bed?
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hehehe....I have yet to accomplish that sort of training with my dog, although she does leave her own excrement in areas other then my lawn, thankfully...but bones, etc seem to be fair game to her!
I remember things like that from my younger years, but we never found cow placenta. We found a lot of gophers and rock chucks, or what remained of them. But hey, I hear placenta is good for the skin, so if Luke does get a hold of it, he might have very young looking hands!
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