I have one dog. He’s an 8 lb, grey, toy poodle with 180 lbs of personality.
Meet Andy.
- Ever Vigilant
About two/three weeks ago, we got fifteen baby guineas (or as I like to call them, raptors). We got them for the farm, in hopes that they will help with our squash bug issue. We also wanted them to be somewhat tame, so we fixed up a large tub in the family room with bedding, food, water, and heat lamp, to help them get accustomed to our voices and to being handled.
- The Raptors
During this time, Andy took it as his sole duty to protect. Whenever we entered the house, Andy would race down the hallway, first thing, and check on the babies. If any one of us said, “Where are the guineas, Andy?” he would dash to their side. He even growled at one of the cats when she sauntered a little too close.
And now that we have moved the guineas to the farm, Andy speeds to their enclosed coop, just to make sure that everything is a-okay.
- The Raptor-Sitter
