You say brooder – He says buffet

I imagine life as a dog is sometimes challenging…  you can’t always express your needs (although Watson does a fairly good job at that)…  you don’t always get what you want…  and sometimes – just sometimes – you are asked to do (or not do) something that goes against every bit of DNA programing and instinct.

Let’s see – small Terrier…  little chickens that peep, chirp and cluck…  they flap their wings and scurry about quickly and randomly…  Encoded in that Terrier is his most basic premise – “get small things that make high pitched noises and eliminate them”.

They are not friends, Watson and the chickens.  They look at him with interest and inquiry…  he looks at them with a tremor in his paw and a subtle chatter of his teeth.

It’s an uneasy tension – always supervised…  but for two years now there has been no inter-species bloodshed.  It’s a tenuous coexistence while the chickens invade Watson’s space in the barn for several weeks.

Kelli and I remain the diligent peacekeepers – and Watson remains the diligent watcher…