As I finished up with the evening chores tonight, a pack of coyotes started yipping off behind our farm. Hank charged to the back, hollered at them and then trotted back to the barn. I walked out to meet him and he and I stood out in the arena and discussed the events of the day and what we anticipated for the night. Blossom came over and stood with us. Hank washed her ears and I scratched her chin and Betsy rubbed up against the back of my legs. The four of us enjoy nightfall.
Blossom started softly butting my shins - play butts. I knew she was just taunting her friend Betsy, not trying to hurt me, so I didn't stop her and just watched them play. Hank, on the other hand, decided not to let things escalate and reached up and gently placed a paw on Blossom's head.
"Okay, that's enough."
And Blossom stopped.
:-)
Hank takes care of everything on his farm. I am just as important as a sheep...and I think that's pretty cool.
9 comments:
That is VERY cool. :-)
love this. hank is awesome.
Aaawwwwww! You have a good one there.
What a wonderful friend you have.
Of course you are - you are where the kibble comes from! :)
Actually, that is a wonderful experience. When you and your animals are communicating with one another so perfectly.
Love in action.
Hank is one smart pupper.
"Blossom. Don't hit mother. It's not nice."
Good boy.
Animals are magic, eh? ;)
Just as important as a sheep. Wow, that's pretty darn important in Hank's world. He's such a good boy.
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