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Morning Patrol: A Photo Documentary

As my faithful readers will recall, one of my duties as Head of Security on the Campbell Estate is Morning Patrol. This is a very serious undertaking. All kinds of intruders present a potential threat to my two-legger flock: Black Bears, Sneaky Deer, the Wily Wolf Gang, and Mountain Lions. Every morning I go out and drive them away so that my flock can go about its daily business safely.

Elizabeth managed to get a few pictures of me at work on Friday (It’s about time this blog focussed on ME. Flowers, fungi and birds are all well and good, but this is MY blog, after all!).

I think I see something up the Big Gravel Path!

I think I hear something up the Big Gravel Path!

I hastened up the path to investigate. My quarry ran off into the North Sector. I commenced my pursuit. Said pursuit lasted several minutes. I was too busy chasing to count exactly how many.

Mission accomplished. Returning to commence my patrol of the South Sector:

The terrain is rugged, but I can handle it...

The terrain is rugged, but I can handle it…

I'm 3/4 Great Pyrenees Mountain Dog!

I’m 3/4 Great Pyrenees Mountain Dog!

And that 1/4 Newfoundland part?

And that 1/4 Newfoundland part?

Comes in really handy at the ditches! BOL

Comes in really handy at the ditches! BOL

If you’re an intruder, and I find you while I’m on patrol, you’d better watch out.

I'm all business once I get into Patrol Mode!

I’m all business once I get into Patrol Mode!

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Family Springing Up

Elizabeth and I were out for a walk the other day, and she thought you’d enjoy seeing a bit of my Model Pyrenees Mountain Range for 2014. I’m very proud of Rob the Snowman’s efforts this year. He’s had some extreme challenges in finding a place for all the fluffy white stuff that has fallen to obstruct our small gravel path this winter. He’s had to pile it higher and higher and higher, then he’s had to start another pile in front of the first because the blade on his big growly machine only can lift so high. I have about three ranges of mountains this year, all about 1.8m or 6 ft. tall. I like to sit on top of them and bark at the squirrels, who have become very active lately.

I am a Mountain Dog, I am, I am, I am!

I am a Mountain Dog, I am, I am, I am!

Elizabeth was on the Internet shortly after we took the above photo to show you how impressive my model mountains were. And she saw a photo. “Look at this, Stella!” she said. And there was a Great Pyrenees, a Great Newfenees like me, and a Black Labrador Retriever on their very own mountain range. And it was much bigger than mine! I had a good look at the photos so I could instruct Rob the Snowman next year. I can’t have other dogs beating me at my own game, now. Really!

I was so worked up that I almost didn’t hear what Elizabeth said next. “Do you know who that is, Stella?” Well, how on earth could I. She was pointing at the middle dog, a Great Newfenees like me. “That’s your younger brother, Thunder!”

Maia (top) and my little brother Thunder playing on their Model Mountain Range.

Maia (top) and my little brother Thunder playing on their Model Mountain Range. {Photo courtesy Verna Funk Verrier}

What! I have a younger brother who loves to play on his own model mountain range, too? Wow! And his two-legger says that he and his friends Maia the Gt. Pyr and Lily the Lab like to monitor the neighbourhood Coyote Clan from their perches, just like I keep an eye on the Wily Wolf Gang! It turns out he doesn’t live too far away, and that maybe one day we can go and visit him and his friends. I’d really like that…

Thunder's range is over 2m (8-10 ft) high in places! And look at how long it is. *Sigh*

Thunder’s range is over 2m (8-10 ft) high in places! And look at how long it is. *Sigh* {Photo courtesy Verna Funk Verrier}

Elizabeth and Thunder’s two-legger have been talking. She had one of my same-litter brothers, Magnum. Sadly, Magnum was born without a working esophagus, and he went over the Rainbow Bridge when he was just a few months old. His two-leggers were very sad about this; they loved him very much. They took lots of pictures of him during his short life with them and said I could show you one of him. I think we looked a lot alike, don’t you?

Magnum with his older pals, Maia and Lily. Magnum looks like he's really happy despite his problems.

Magnum with his older pals, Maia and Becca. Magnum looks like he’s really happy despite his problems. {Photo courtesy Verna Funk Verrier}

When Magnum was gone, they missed him so much that they got another puppy from the next litter my mom and dad had. Thunder, we are happy to tell you, is thriving!

And do you remember Dakota? She’s my older sister in Winnipeg. She’s decided she doesn’t like winter that much this year. Her two-legger says it has been so cold that she’s had to stay inside a lot, and as a result, she’s become a real city dog! Her two-leggers keep in touch with Elizabeth, and they showed her a photo of Dakota taken yesterday. Dakota and her two-leggers are so grateful for the over two years of care Dakota received from the Manitoba Great Pyrenees Rescue that they are working hard with MGPR to help other dogs without homes find people who will love them forever.

Here's Dokota, working with a puppy from MGPR. She really likes playing with the puppies...

Here’s Dakota, working with a puppy Trixie (click the link above if you’d like to adopt her) from MGPR. She really likes playing with the puppies… {photo courtesy Jarek Paul Nowak}

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Caching in on the Hide & Seek Movement

I’ve noticed a lot of my pals have been writing about hide & seek and Easter Bunnies hiding eggs and chocolate the last few days. Well, I’ve had a very busy couple of weeks here on the Campbell Estate and I’ve missed out on all that fun.

The Estate was invaded by those bad boys, the Wiley Wolf Pack.

Before you read further, Elizabeth says this post has some gruesome elements, so read on with discretion!

Those Wiley guys really keep me busy. I don’t like having them around. They haven’t got much respect, and I’m afraid that they might move in on my two-leggers one day when I’m busy somewhere else. They aren’t very friendly, if you get my drift….

And they’re always leaving messes for me to clean up.

Actually, that’s only a half complaint. I kind of don’t mind cleaning up their messes. But their messes have a less savoury aspect… they attract a lot of characters I would also rather not have around: big white-headed black flappers, croaking black flappers and cawing black flappers now that they’re back.They’re noisy, noisy, noisy, and they do their business wherever they happen to be, without any regard for anyone who happens to be in the way, gravitationally speaking.

Black flappers are really hard to chase away. They work in teams. I’ll be busy cleaning up the mess the Wiley Wolves have left, and one of those scoundrel flappers will hop up behind me and pull a bone away. And while I chase that flapper off, three or four more will move in and steal anything they can dig their beaks and talons into. They will carry it off and dump it somewhere else when they’ve finished with it, leaving me with even more cleaning up to do than the Wiley Wolves left, and with less meat to pick at by then, too!

So, the Wiley Boys killed a Sneaky Deer at the end of our bay. They ate what they wanted, then moved on, leaving the carcass right there on the ice! My two-leggers draw their drinking water from very near the spot, so it was imperative that I get the area completely sanitized.

Eventually, I decided I was wasting my time chasing the flappers. I worked harder at dismembering the remains and carrying them off to my own hiding places, where I could enjoy them at my leisure. Wild meat is always better if it hangs a little, you know….

It took several trips, but I’m better equipped to move large portions than the flappers, so I did pretty well.

This was all I could find of my deer head trophy. Now this is gone, too....

This was all I could find of my deer head trophy. Now this is gone, too….

First the head, which I hid in the woodshed. I think. I may be wrong, ’cause I can’t find it in there now. Then I removed the legs one at a time. For some reason, I can only find two of them now. And I’m not telling where I put them. I think You Know Who is finding them and taking them away to a place I won’t find them [Scribal interjection: Who, me?]. I know she got the spine, hips and ribs, which I was able to get up all in one piece in my last trip through the woods. That was hard work. I was so tired after that one that I just tucked that piece under the front of Kay’s Growly Beast until I’d rested a bit. When I went back for it, You Know Who’s scent was all over the area and I couldn’t find my prize anywhere!

I even got some meltwater to sluice down and give the area a wash. Pretty thorough, eh?

I even got some meltwater to sluice down and give the area a wash. Pretty thorough, eh?

Oh, well. I enjoyed what I was able to glean. And I think you’ll agree when I show you a picture of how the kill site looks now (Elizabeth says it wouldn’t be nice to show the before scene; she wouldn’t take a picture for me.  -:o/=  Whose blog is this, anyway?).

The Inspector found this, but I think she's pulling hairs, don't you?

The Inspector found this, but I think she’s splitting hairs, don’t you?

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