We got a dog!
Well . . . I got a dog! Richard didn't have a whole lot of input to the process, but he didn't mind me going forward with the plan. Now that I have a house of my own, I was coming to the point where I wanted to add a dog to my life again. I have always been a fan of the herding breeds, for their intelligence, and their willingness to take training. However, I've also been wanting to try to add a little dog to the hawking team. Whereas many dogs can make excellent hawking dogs, certain dogs take on the job a lot better. Terriers tend to be excellent . . . . except that they sometimes have a tendency to be stubborn in the training area. It is a trade off.
He is a wire-haired Jack Russel Terrier, who came with the name Higgins. I didn't care for that name too much, and he didn't seem to be too attached to it . . . . as he doesn't seem to listen too much either way. Upon reflection, the name Monty came to my mind, and it seemed to fit . . . so Monty it is!
I am writing this text several weeks after having brought him into our home, so I have had several weeks to get acquainted with him. He is a pretty good boy in the house! He does not pace like JRT tend to do, and also does not bark that much. Sometimes he does alarm to something outside, which will be a good thing . . . but unlike the Shelties I had before (or my mother's dog, Puddin, the Pomeranian) once he has barked a time or two, he SHUTS UP!! He slept the first night in the kennel, but ever since, now sleeps on our bed. For whatever reason, he has selected one spot downstairs in our dusty 'man cave' room (which still needs to be moved into - currently is dirty, dusty, and has lots of storage boxes) to put the occasional pile of turds. I try to get him outside often, and he does eventually go out there, but that one spot gets visited from time to time if I'm not paying attention to him. Perhaps that habit is what caused him to lose his previous home(s). We've put newspaper down, and he just goes on there . . . which may be an acceptable solution. When we are gone to work, he is kennelled, and he seems to do well with that. I am told that he had two previous owners. the last one gave him up because they got a new puppy, and just "liked the puppy better". How's that for an excuse to get rid of a dog. Well, he seems to be fitting in just fine here with us. Currently, he follows me from room to room, and is asleep under my desk as I type this.
In addition to my post here about my new dog, I'll include the only other picture I took of the kestrel nestlings. I came back and discovered there were four in the box. I never returned to determine what their sexes were. It was easier to check when I lived on the farm. Later, my friend came and photographed their fledging (see the next post). Perhaps this fall we'll put up several more boxes and have a few more active nests next year.