My name is Titan

My name is Titan and I am a Newfoundland dog that owns the Two Old Broads. As they haven't updated their blog in almost 2 months I thought I would take over for them. In fairness they do seem to have an excuse as this is the busy time of year for them. They have more to talk about but less time to do it.

Sure it has been busy but this has been the craziest week of my life..... stressful, you wouldn't believe just how stressful it's been for me! When the sheep were having babies the old broads kept giving me the babies that were beyond help, or so they thought. I would lick them, nudge them, warm them and bring them back to life. Eventually my lambs would go out to the barn and rejoin the other sheep, they weren't allowed to stay in the house with me. 

My lambs, and they are mine, have been stolen, in fact all the lambs have been stolen. The Old Broads said something about weaning and they took all the lambs away from their mothers and locked them up in the barn on Sunday night. They cried, it was pitiful! The ewes lined up outside the barn and bellowed but the Old Broads just went to bed and ignored them. But that wasn't the worst of it. On Monday morning a strange man arrived in a pick up pulling a trailer. He pulled up to the side door of the barn and stole the lambs. But that wasn't even the worst of it, the Two Old broads watched him! They watched and they even opened the gate for him to leave the place. I tried to stop him, I sat in the gateway in front of the pickup. When they pulled me out of the way I went and sat between the pick up and the trailer, but they went and got my leash and made me sit to one side. When the man left the place I was left indoors with the other dogs and I worried....and worried.....and worried! I worried so much I found myself chewing at the mat in the kitchen. I realised I was upset and the Old Broads were going to be upset with me, so I went and sat in the porch. I was so worried I discovered I had chewed the mat in the porch too. Oh my the stress of life with these two Old Broads.

They came home and discussed the state of the mats, but it wasn't the mats I was worried about, where were MY lambs?? That's what I wanted to know and no-one was talking.

The next morning I felt so bad, the mats were swirling in my stomach, the Old Broads were complaining I had dog breath and I just couldn't even eat my dog food. I roamed around the garden but I felt so bad that I didn't want to go too far from the front step. Then... it.....all......came.....up...with.... a.... BARF! The bits of yellow and orange from one mat and the gray and the blue from the other, all came out and I felt so much better, until a different pick up drove into the yard followed by a truck with a trailer holding a back hoe. What the...??

Everyone headed toward my bathtub, the Old Broads and the two men looked at the hydrant, looked at my bath tub. Well I can tell you, they may have gotten away with stealing my lambs but no-one was taking the bath tub, so I walked over and climbed in and kept an eye on these guys. One of them kept talking to me and he seemed OK but you just never know. They used the machine to dig a big hole in front of the hydrant and of course, no-one asked me, but I could have told them there was no point as that hydrant hasn't worked since I have lived here, but they kept digging. After much fiddle fuddling the man climbed out of the hole and he looked at me, grabbed my bath tub and emptied all the water out. Stress????? Oh my I thought my heart would stop and not a rug to chew in sight. Then he placed the empty tub by the hydrant, lifted the handle and water came out....cool, clean water, and it was filling my tub! Oh what a nice man, I climbed in and lay down, feeling the stress wash away.

We don't get many visitors as a rule, the Old Broads live a quiet life, but this has been quite a week. This morning yet another pick up drove into the yard and went to the barn. I barked and barked and told him the lambs were all gone but he seemed more interested in the ewes. He watched as the Old Broads rounded them up and locked them in the silo room, then he set up his things in the barn. After everything else that happened this week I stayed in the barn to keep an eye on things but was quite relieved to see that he was only giving them a haircut. Now I like to be groomed and I kept getting in the way but do you think anyone offered to groom me? Nobody, not one person, they just kept grooming those sheep, even the bucks got a haircut before being taken to the Bachelor pad for the rest of the summer.

It's a hard life being a dog, humans don't always listen and they are just so careless of their things sometimes. I am doing my best to train these two Old Broads, and I hope that as time goes by you will notice their progress as they listen to me.