Because one huge white dog isn't enough, we're getting a new dog next week and we've named her C.C., short for Carolina Cargo. She is a Great Pyrenees and will be living with the sheep. For some time now, B.Rube has been researching working dogs. We want to provide the best protection possible to our animals, particularly after losing the geese and poor little Cindy to the coyotes this year.
He decided on a Great Pyrenees and then went about finding a good breeder.
Well, he found one.
In North Carolina.
We've been waiting for months for Daisy and Dreamcatcher to breed and for the litter to be born. Which happened just over 6 weeks ago. And we got first pick of the females.
You may be wondering how the heck we are getting C.C. home here to Canada.
The poor thing has one LOOOOONG day ahead of her next week, spent entirely in a crate. She will be flying cargo from Charlotte, North Carolina to Chicago, and will then be boarding a connecting flight to Seattle, where we are picking her up.
Here's my challenge:
Because this sweet fluffball will be living outside with the sheep, it is super important that she start out life that way. Regardless of how young she is and regardless of how fucking cute she is and regardless of how much we want to play with her, snuggle with her and love her, we can't.
She needs to bond with the sheep. They will be her family and her companions. Not us. I'm trying to wrap my head around this. There are so many hard parts to farming, but this may be my biggest hurdle yet. She is going to live with the sheep. Even at 8 weeks old, next week, C.C. will be sleeping with the sheep. We can't pet her through the fence or invite her up to the house, and we certainly can't let her in.
B.Rube told me this morning that by the time she is 8 months old or so, we'll be able to socialize a bit more. Once she knows who her real family is, where her place is and what her job is. Sheep, sheep, sheep.
How the hell am I going to pull this off?????
Look at her!!!!!!!!!