No, She’s not dead…she’s just no longer mine and that is exceedingly hard to process.
I made the hard decision last week to find another home for her. She was killing chickens and I didn’t want to have to keep her in a pen for the rest of her life. Killing is a very hard habit to break especially when one is not around all of the time to keep on top of it. I don’t know if she learned this behavior from Rajah, the old man dog i lost recently, but I can’t have it.
So, I posted a notice on Facebook and the response was amazing.
A friend of a friend hooked me up with the owners of a 10 acre Alpaca and horse farm in Ridgecrest. So, early this morning I drove out to the high desert and dropped her off. Fingers crossed that she fits in. They have a 2-pound Chihuahua (I don’t think Maya realizes it’s a dog), and a 150 pound Maremma male whose is only 2 years old. She learned quickly if she barked at him he’d run and hide. I think that if she can adjust, she will be happy and do well here. Nice couple, the woman is a graphic designer (like me!) and the husband a retired engineer.
Coming home to just one dog was harder than I expected.
Bella’s coming up on a year old. She’s unlike any dog I’ve ever had. Vaca has a sunny and joyful heart, Maggie was deadly serious, and Raj is a big goofball, but Bella, well, she’s intuitive. She has a beautifully calm and gentle spirit. And while she’s a mixed breed, true to the Pyr part of her heritage, she prefers to be outside with the chickens or patrolling the yard. All. Night. Long. She comes by to check on me but from time to time, but from day one she’s been an independent animal.
Our Meximation - Mexican Dalmatian mix. Now Kevin’s dog. We picked her up as a puppy on a trip to Bahia de los Angeles, and she’s been an excellent dog. Even though (after this photo) she went blind, and later had cataract surgery to restore her sigh, she was attacked by a pit bull so her face is wonky, and she has been an insulin-dependent diabetic for over 5 years. She’s now 12 and living on a boat in the Marina. She still the most upbeat dog — all heart — and has taught me so much about unconditional love.
Also, why I’m leaning toward the black and white puppy. Not that I’d expect them to be similar, but one can hope.
I call him Rajah, but most people misunderstand and call him Roger, which is truth suits him better. He’s 13. He’s a dog’s dog, pees on everything, kicks the dirt behind him to show off, spent the first year he had him sitting at the fence looking through a knothole into an empty yard. I finally put a piece of duct tape over it and he turned around and realized there were dogs, in his yard! He’s been a great companion dog and a loyal friend.
Since you might by now think that I live in a barn, here are a few non-poultry critters. These are the animals I share the house with*. Bella, the Great Pyr mix puppy (L), Bama - arguably the coolest cat ever (C) and in the background that’s the ancient dog Rajah (R). So, there is life outside of the chicken coops — and everyone wants to be in with me while I strip the bed to do laundry.
*Not Piictured — Thug, the polydactyl cat who is afraid of Bella and only likes me if I’m laying down, even though he’s lived here since he was born.
I have Vaca here for a few days while Kev’s off sailing to Mexico. After 11 years in the my canyon dog pack, she’s been living down in the Marina, with Kev, since last fall. While it’s lovely having her here again, the reality that she knows that she’s no longer my dog & this is no longer her home, breaks my heart a little.