The morning that I found Moose had opened the gate on the bird pen I had gone out to check Tiger. He was still getting his head stuck to the point that I was cutting him out of the fence.
Tiger from last week
When I had just finished putting the birds in and goats out, I heard blood-curdling screams from the north paddock. Xerxes and Freddie were right there. I climbed the gate and went around the barn to find Tiger stuck in the fence. He had jumped out into the bean field, but when he tried jumping back in, he caught his back foot. He was hanging there. I lifted the weight off his foot by hugging around his body and holding up while I used my other hand to free his foot. This was the final straw. My nephew came Saturday morning, and we loaded him up.
Honestly, it was a lot easier to catch him than I thought it might be, but that’s because he had his stinking head stuck in the fence again. Once we got him loaded, I took him to the sale barn. I was planning on selling him at the end of the month now that I have my perfect little girl from him, but I decided it was worth the extra trip to keep from having to cut my fence up every day. And, honestly, I would have considered keeping him another year if he weren’t such a big problem to keep where he belongs–just like his dad was.
Ready to unload.
Anyhow, right after we got Tiger loaded onto the truck, my nephew looked into the barnyard and saw something–a tiger kitten being followed by a gaggle of geese. I grabbed the kitten and tossed him into the milk room, went to my mom’s to get a can of cat food, and then left him until I got back from the sale barn.
Just what I needed. He was starving and dehydrated. The poor thing was quite happy to be captured.
In the pen I had for Mama Phoenix.
Talk about torturing my dog.
We are doing much better now.
Teresa
Eden Hills 