Monday, October 5, 2009

Christmas Comes Early to Dancing Dog Dairy

Last night my dad took me to Dallas to pick up my early Christmas present, Benjamin Puppy, an 8 week old Great Pyrenees who will help Bea with farm security.

Bea started training Ben immediately.

Ben discovered the benefits of guarding milkers instead of just layers.

He wasn't too sure about these goat creatures, but it was fun to lick the milk off of their chins.

Ben's favorite part of the day was helping Henry with morning chores.

Guarding sure is hard work, but boy is it fun getting dirty.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

The Worst Vacation Ever

My name is Beatrix Potter McQuilling, and I am in charge of keeping everyone safe at Dancing Dog Dairy. Lately, I haven't been feeling very well, so I had to draft some locals to help out.

My owners finally caught on, and decided my ailment was due to stress overload. They decided to give me a vacation. The first destination was a tiled room with odd porcelain sculptures. I was given no food or water after midnight.

The next day I was dragged into an old pick-up truck, and driven to the next stop on our itinerary. This hotel was crowded with humans and a wide variety of animals. I was taken into the back, weighed and given a shot. suddenly, the room got darker, and I began to feel very tired.

I had a dream that cousin Jonathan was talking to my owners, but I could not understand everything they were saying. Apparently my tongue was dragging on the floor and my eyes had rolled back in my head. When I awoke, I was being carried back to the tiled hotel where I spent three tortuously boring days.

Fortunately, my vacation ended today. My first duty was to check the water supplies for poison.

Next I had to help Madeleine feed the baby goat

and calf.

Poor humans. They mean well, but they just don't know how to have real fun. Next year, I'd just as soon stay home!

Friday, September 4, 2009

Soapy Joe

We overslept today. Chores were delayed, once we finally did wake up, because we needed to repeatedly sing "Happy Birthday" to my sister who is turning three today. When we finally went outside, we needed to give priority to our Jersey who is battling Ketosis, after calving last week. There was a big surprise waiting for me when I got to the barn.His mother is Olivia's Grand Champion Nubian yearling, and his father is my Nigerian Dwarf buck, Captain Bartholomew. Louisa named this new little guy Soapy Joe. Notice his airplane ears. he can actually hold one ear out and the other straight up in the air. How is that for muscle control?

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Intrducing Oatmeal Angel Mrs. Ginger Muffin

It is well documented that cows have a secret code of honor preventing them from ever calving during daylight, or fair weather, or anytime that it is convenient for their human owners.

It is ALMOST as well known that 2 year olds have very little patience.

We have expecting April to calve any second for at least two months. My little sister finally took matters into her own hands.

First she tried reading Black Beauty to the calf.

Then she made sure the calf understood that she would receive lots of love if she would just be born.

She also preformed a very secret ritual, that involved metal bowls, bath bomb and wishes, but that isn't something she is willing to divulge just yet. Thanks to Louisa's hard work and ingenuity, Oatmeal, Angel Mrs. Ginger Muffin was born at 6:00 this morning right when I was going out to start chores.

Henry gave her a bottle of colostrum while I tried to teach April about being milked.
Our Great Pyrenees, Bea introduced herself to the newcomer.
Louisa finally woke up and got a chance to greet Mrs. Ginger.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

The Birthday Pig

Today is my 15th birthday, and my parents did not believe me when I told them that I didn't need a present. They got me a birthday pig!

Maxwell needed to meet the guard dogs, and make sure that they all understood she is not a predator.

She liked her food.... particularly rolling around in it.

Next, I decided to spend a little time getting to know her. I got out the goat milk soap, and started to give her a bath.
Boy, you sure can get dirty bathing a pig!

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

How it all Began

My very first love was a bad dog named Poindexter. He routinely bit my dad and frightened repairmen up the front tree, but to me he was flawless. When I grew older, my parents gave in and bought other pets for me.

I got a couple of cats,and a few more dogs,

and started taking riding lessons.
Soon we had more animals than could be legally housed on a suburban lot. There was only one thing to do. We had to move to a farm. As soon as the new house was unpacked, my parents bought me a couple of Nigerian Dwarf goats. My mom had to have her own goat and, of course, we needed a Great Pyrenees to guard over them all.

We bought chickens and turkeys.

I got Tino, a retired Thoroughbred race horse.

Next, I got a little Dexter Heifer.Now, that our little farm is complete, we are beginning the process to become licensed to sell raw milk, and cheese. If you are interested in becoming a customer, you can contact me at or see our website

Monday, June 8, 2009