The Duke

I had really high hopes for Duke when I bought him. He was going to be the protector of the property from all outside varmits. Doesn't he look vicious. Okay, not so much as a puppy! But look at that face, he's saying, "Come on, bring it!"

As some of you know, we have a bad coyote problem. At the end of last year, we lost sweet Shiloh to 'em. So in an effort to manage the issue, we bought two killer black ops special force donkeys to watch over the calves.

Their faces are concealed for national security purposes.... They have done a great job at keeping the pastures safe. But I would still like to think that Duke, the protector of all, would have the heart of a lion in protecting the homestead. Well, the truth came out yesterday. It started to rain, thunder and lightning. Guess where I found Duke......

In my jack russell's doghouse on the porch! He's such a big baby. I thought he had learned his lesson about this doghouse previously. He has been stuck in it several times needing the husband's assistance in being freed. But when I guess you're scared, you'll stuff yourself into any space possible.

So maybe Zena, the ridgeback, will step up to the plate as the protector of the land.....

Well, maybe not!