Sunday, January 4, 2015

Meet The "Terror Her" aka Millie the Border Terrier

After nearly a year of having a only two dogs, we decided to add another one to the pack.  And when I say "we" I really mean me.  The Husband agreed, but did not encourage.

I decided to add a new breed to the pack (variety is the spice of life, right?), and after much careful consideration landed on the Border Terrier.  I like that Border Terriers are a sane and healthy breed.  They're trainable (for terriers), loving, and portable.  They're also built for agility.

After deciding on a breed, I went on a search for a good breeder.  I found one in Harriet Hayden of Sunkist Border Terriers.  Harriet had an agility prospect that she was considering placing -- a young female who is well built, bold, energetic, has a great attitude, and even likes cats!  Plans were made, and Millie joined our pack in July, at 10 months of age.  Millie's official name is Sunkist Spot of Bother.  That should have been a clue.  Her new nick name (given to her by The Husband) is the Terror Her.

Millie has now snuggled her way into our home, and I have great hopes for her future as an agility dog.

So I guess it's time to meet Milie:

Yes, the Terror Her's head fits through stair rails.  
And such a cute face!

Millie LOVES to play, and retrieves much better than the Cardi boys.

Millie is always on the go, and on the lookout for vermin.

…or trying to dig out vermin.

…or running after vermin and/or engaging Rip in play.

Millie is a bed dog, too.  She came this way, and resistance was futile.

Life with a Border Terrier is certainly different than life with a Cardigan.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

2014 Summary: Changes

2014 brought a number of changes to the furry family.

In July we added a new canine to the pack.  Her name is Millie and she is a year-old Border Terrier.  She has forever changed our lives - though we're still not sure whether or not this is a good thing.

In December, after the loss of our dear cat Gloria, we got a new cat - Summer.  She is lovely and snuggly and fitting right in, though the dogs call her "The Spitty One."  She is gradually warming up to the dogs, but they aren't her favorite.

Here's the Pack - less Summer.  
She's not up for group snuggling quite yet.
From left to right:  Rip, Millie, Ziggy, Blossom

Ziggy, Rip, and Blossom continue to do well.  Rip is working in agility, Ziggy is still a Therapy Dog with TDInc., and Blossom snuggles with the dogs on a daily basis.

We all had a great summer at Wagmore, and got a lot of work done on the property.  We've planted well over 200 trees, and reclaimed many of the fences from the blackberries and other bushes.

In other 2014 news, my work responsibilities expanded quite a lot - contributing to my lack of posting in the latter half of the year.  

I'll share more updates in 2015, and plan to add a title or two to the dogs' names.  Happy New Year!

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Goodbye, Denzil.

C-Myste N'Corigible CGC CD RE NA NAP
May 26, 2002 - July 15, 2014

Today was a very sad day, as those who loved Denzil the most had to say our final goodbyes.

Denzil was the most joyful, joy-giving dog we've ever known.

He gave The Husband and I the joy of raising our first puppy.  

He gave me the joy of handling a dog who loved to bark with enthusiasm in the rally ring and frap instead of work during brace obedience.

He gave The Small Human the joy of canine friendship, and empathetic howling whenever The Small Human would cry.

And for the last 4+ years of his life, he lived with, loved, and spread joy to my parents and grandparents.

We'll miss you, Denz.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Wagmore Daily: Ziggy Goes Forth

Ziggy continues to enjoy Wagmore.  Last night we went for a family walk through the trees we planted this winter (I'm trying to figure out a drip irrigation plan for them), and all humans + dogs joined.

Here are some pictures showing Ziggy's happiness.

Into the field.

Stop to gaze.

Stop to sniff.


Sniff deeply.



Saturday, June 14, 2014

Wagmore Daily: Uncle Denzil Spends the Day!

My parents had to go out of town for the day and didn't want to leave their boy home alone, so we had a special guest - Denzil!  Those who've been following the blog since its inception will remember that Denzil was an original member of the Trio of Trouble (along with Maggie and Ziggy).  You can learn more about Denzil on his page.

The Humans and Ziggy love to have Denzil around.  Blossom the c*t spent the day upstairs (that's where the food, cat tree, and litter are, so don't feel bad for her).  I wasn't sure how Rip would do - but he was very accommodating.

Here's how the day went:

We started the day with coffee on the porch.  
Denzil hung out with me.

Then Denz joined the boys in some wandering and sniffing.

When we came inside, Ziggy & Rip thought some bitey play was in order.
Denzil sat in front of me, keeping a close eye on things.

Then Denz remembered he was the Party Police.

So he moved in to break things up.
I love Rip's expression here - very contrite.
He had this expression each time Denz reprimanded him.
Good boy.

The Party Policeman succeeded in his goal.

And later in the afternoon, Zzzz all around:

Another great day at Wagmore.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Wagmore Daily: Settling in to Country Life

A nice morning at Wagmore, then rain in the afternoon (which the baby trees needed!).

The canines are enjoying walks in the country.

Wheel corgis get to go off leash!

While naughty corgis get the flexi.

Oh, and the cats are enjoying being cats - just in a new house.

Like co-opting the new dog bed.  No dogs allowed.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Wagmore Daily: Rip Tastes Freedom

Yesterday Rip had an exciting day in the country.  Too exciting for our liking.

It all began here:

You may remember this picture from a couple days ago.  
Rip gazing out down the drive.

Combine this with Rip's LOVE of sniffing.  
And the fact that our neighbors have chickens, turkeys, sheep, and cows….

And what do you get?  

A missing dog!

Yes, Rip escaped under the gates yesterday.  He found a low spot near the drive, and shoved his way under the gates.  Thankfully we were outside, and noticed quickly that the only dog in the yard was Ziggy.  Then I noticed the neighbor's cows running around their pasture bucking.  I have no proof that this was Rip, as it would take some squeezing to get into the field with the cows, but the crazy cow frolicking punctuated to us that Rip was indeed missing.

So we walked around using the dog whistle and calling Rip.

The Husband was panicked.  The Small Human was VERY UPSET (who knew he liked Rip so much).  I was hoping that Rip wasn't getting himself into something he couldn't get out of.

After about 20 minutes that seemed like 3 hours, we finally found Rip.  The Small Human and I drove around our area, calling his name and blowing the dog whistle.  On the way back down a dead-end road, about 500 yards from our house, we saw him.  He was gleefully trotting along the road, peeing on mailboxes and recycling bins.

Thank doG we found our boy.

After his great escape, Rip was only taken out on a flexi.  The rest of the time he spent inside, by our front door, barking and pawing at the side light.  Freedom was calling and we were in the way!

So today The Husband Rip-proofed the gate area.  It doesn't look fantastic, but it works.  And let me assure you that Rip has put it to the test. :)

Stakes and chicken wire to fill in the swale under the gate.

Chicken wire all the way up the fence on the side of the gate.

Mesh hanging down on the other gate 
to cover up a very small (but perhaps corg-possible) gap.

And the finished  product.

Sorry, Rip.  Wait, no, I'm not really sorry.  Too bad, Rip.

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