Thursday, May 31, 2007

Gates and goats

It's warming up here.

I am not spending so much time at my gate.

Now with the warm weather I am going in the shade under my outside-table-den,

or sometimes I go back into kitchen and lie under my table in there. That way I can keep an eye on m&m.

Today when I was at the gate I saw them take my friends the goats away. The people behind us are goatherders, and sometimes they rear young goats in their outside space at their house.

I am a pastor, a livestock guardian, so I know that I am responsible for goats and other animals.

But the truck came for them and off they went. Mistress said they were probably going to be killed. Master agreed. So why are dogs like me supposed to look after livestock if someone else then kills them?

No, I can't smell my friends the goats anywhere. Sad Pippadog.


wally said...

Oh! So sad to lose your friends The Goats. Why do they kill the goats? Do they get eaten? Poor lonely Pippa.

I'm not a big fan of the heat so I dig little holes in the shady parts of the yard and curl up in them. It''s hard for us when we're wearing fur coats.


Sophie Brador said...

Oh Pippa, My heart is breaking for you.

Kerrio said...

Don't be sad Pippa - maybe they've just gone on holiday!

Goats may come and go - but Pippadogs are forever.

Maybe you need a lurchery friend. There are LOTS of galgos (spanish equivalent of a lurcher) in your neck of the woods......

Blue said...

Aaaaaaah, sorry Pippa, that you've lost your flock!
I just wish your sunshine was here with me, I'm feeling the cold!

Pats & best wishes

Oscar Airedale said...

Aw, poor goats. But that is the way of the word for some animas I suppose. Thankfully we are lucky doggies.

Oscar x

Lorenza said...

Hi, Pippa.
I am so sad about the goats. Like Oscar said we are lucky dogs.
Have a nice weekend