Atticus Pupicus is our guardian dog. He used to let all the babies jump on him like a trampoline. But now he doesn't like it any more, those sharp little hooves in the ribs. He has aches and pains now and jumping makes him grumpy. He woofs anybody who jumps on him. Zanegray jumped on him and got woofed.
When he woofs you it really gets your attention.
Oh ok, you say to yourself, maybe I will not jump on you any more. Note to self.
Anyway Atticus Pupicus has been very hot and short-tempered lately because he didn't have his summer haircut. It was blazing hot several days in a row, and Atty lay around panting and gulping water and digging a hole under the porch to try to find more shade.
The farmer had tried to give Atty a haircut, but the clippers died going into the first turn. They were no match for Atty's magnificent dingleberries and his woolly ruff.
Really there was only one person who could help Atty, and that was the kindly neighbor who really knows how to clip and has super industrial sheep shears.
She came over and fixed Atty up. It was not an easy job. And when she was done, they had to get the tractor to take away all the hair.
Atty is in heaven.
His hair is in the tractor bucket.
Diary of a Dairy Goat. This blog is the diary of one goat, Baby Belle, a Nigerian Dwarf who lives on a small dairy farm in Western Washington.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Atticus Pupicus
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Dear Baby Belle jr., does the farmer drive a big vroom-vroom called a Mahindra?
I looked at it and it looks exactly like what Goat Yoda drives- except for the bucket on the front. And all that hair looks familiar- our big dog needs a trim too, and I'll bet we get more hair from him than you guys got- neener-neener!
signed- your friend,
Ammalyn, spokes-goat of Glastonbury Farm
Under all that fur is one handsome boy! Add an ascot or bandanna and he will look even more fetching.
He looks ten years younger....well maybe five.
BTW, you missed a spot
Now that is one handsome guard dude, I mean dog!
Oy. A bald dog. Oy.
I am glad that Atty feels better. We did miss a spot, or two, but at some point it became too dark to shear safely. Perhaps next year we will start a little earlier in the day and earlier in the year!
The farmer did an excellent job of assisting the process by keeping him still. Atticus was a good sport through most of it, until I pulled a little too hard on what I thought was loose fur. I have to agree with Baby Belle. You take notice when Atty gives you the teeth and a woof.
We tried to leave him with some dignity, and let him recognize himself when he saw his reflection in the water tank.
Enjoy your summer hairdo big guy!
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