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What’s the Pekin Difference?

4 days! Thats the difference…these two were born 4 days apart!! You’d think they were on steroids. I can’t believe how fast they grow. We have always had same aged Pekins, so I had no idea. They already need a bigger home and they are only a little over a week old. Gotta go now, they are trying to run off the table!!

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Baby Pekin Doing Fantastic!

Looks like a little sugar-water goes a long way. I gave her some once every couple of hours yesterday and she is running around with her siblings and eating like a champ today!! In sad news, we did have one chick that couldn’t break out of its egg and died inside =(. I’m telling ya, these Pekins are not so good getting into this world on their own! Or maybe its just us?

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Pekins Take Care

The new one has hatched and the “old” ones (all of 5 days old) are jumping in to help her dry out. I’m a little worried about this one though, it isn’t opening its eyes and moving around like the rest did. We are able to get her to take some water, so hopefully we can build up her strength. I have definitely learned that these are quite delicate creatures. Her siblings are doing everything in their power to help too!

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Worst. Behaved. Dog. Ever.

Looks harmless doesn’t he? This was us on our way to Petco for his puppy shots. I thought to myself, “Wow, he is really good in the car, maybe this won’t be as bad as I thought.” WRONG! We made it past the buffet table of dog treats without owing them any money. So far so good. Turn the corner to stand in line behind the other 20 dogs and cats getting shots today and all hell breaks loose. He starts barking and pulling and barking and pulling. He has a choke collar on and clearly doesn’t care that he is choking. At 9 months pregnant, I sit on the floor with him hoping that he will chill out and sit with me. Wrong again. The people ahead of me didn’t seem amused. I briefly thought of just leaving, but he needs the damn shots, we are already here, and he can’t possibly be this bad the whole time, right? WRONG AGAIN! Finally my mom shows up with my daughters. They stood in line while I hid in each aisle with the strongest dumbest dog (who at this point is wheezing from choking himself) trying to keep his gazed from landing on any other animals. My fingers are purple and I have indents on my hands from the chains on the leash wound tightly around my hand.

My mother is humiliated, but luckily the people in line behind us found the whole thing hysterical. I honestly didn’t give a crap at this point what anyone thought. As I sit in the middle of a random aisle just waiting for him to rip one of these bags of food open, he somehow gets the clip off his collar! He’s off…now I am off. Left my pocketbook mid-isle (thankfully my 9-year-old had the sense to go pick it up) and am now chasing this beast through Petco just waiting for him to come face to face with one of his new “friends.” He finds the back of the line and I manage to grab him BY THE TAIL as some brilliant person is taking their cat OUT of the crate….really people? Can’t you see there is a maniac on the loose!!!

Time to fill out the paperwork and my mother has to do all that because I have no hands free…I have been reduced to trying to sit on this idiot to keep him still. Did I mention I was 9 months pregnant? The vet assistant comes over to tell me I should really get a harness because he might accidentally break his trachea pulling that hard. Excuse me ma’am but he should be worried about me “accidentally” breaking his neck in its entirety at this point!

I am seriously sweating profusely by the time it is actually our turn and it took a grown man, myself, and the vet to keep him “still” enough to actually inject his sorry behind with the whatever, which he took like a trooper…go figure. There is more paperwork to be done, but this dog has got to go. Out to the car he goes and I can finally go in without being yanked in every direction (you know, right by the training class) to finish up the paperwork. As I walk back in, I am wondering how hysterical the security tapes from today must be…and the best part…he has to go back in a month for the other rabies shot…

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Hatching Pekin Egg

We have another hathing Pekin egg! Lets see how this one does. They do not seem to be so good at getting out of their own egg. Luckily my hubby is good with tweazers and quite successful at extraction!

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Back by Harrassing Demand

Harlow

Hi Folks! So I have been harassed and teased enough about the hilarity of my life and the fact that I am not keeping it all recorded her. So I am back! And I promise to try to do a better job =). What has changed since my last post you ask? Oh boy…well…my last 10 items are still true to form, some ducks have come and gone. Let me see if I can remember head counts on those…2 Pekins, Ace and Ginger, who are the proud new parents of 3 little ducklings living in my dining room for the moment, 1 mallard (we had 2, but one flew away?), 1 black swedish (who spend to much time with the mallard and his head turned green too?), and approx. 6-8 male muscovies and 1 female for them to fight over (yes, we will be trying to even out those odds for them).

We lost our Beagle and got a new puppy…a large puppy…a test all the patience you have kind of puppy. His name is Duke and he is a black Shepard/ lab mix. Someday he will be as smart as I know he can be. So the total of 4 dogs remains intact. (He joined Angel, the mutt; Muffy, the princess Japanese Chin; and Ollie, the spastic Boston Terrier).

There are also 3 cats around here somewhere (Santana, the terminator; Brody, the skiddish cat; and Princess, the you guessed it…princess). They do their thing and I let them…because they are the easy ones.

The pigs…oh my fat little pink fannied pigs. Double trouble, but cute as hell. At least I think so =). Personalities are formed. We have Harlow the sweet dominator. She means business, but will snuggle with you in her hay (for a little scratchy scratchy of course). And then there is London…oh my little fresh and curious London. She will try to sit on your lap and then pick your pockets, so watch out for that one, but she means well…for herself – lol. We have fenced and re-fenced and blocked and built all around their pen many times to keep those stubborn suckers in, but the challenge still remains…alkthough the frozen ground is helping us out…thank you mother nature for being stronger than a 25olb pig!

Then the children…the messiest of them all! Haley is about to turn 10, Ashley just turned 5, A.J. is 18 months old, AND little Sydney is due in a little less than 6 weeks (on Valentine’s Day no less). SO, the last few months probably would have been funnier for you to watch on video, but that didn’t happen so you will just have to imagine what it looks like when a 8 month preggo tries to wrestle a 200lb pig away from their food bin after she broke into the back porch. And from now on, I vow again, to try to do a better job of making you laugh at me…

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