Continued from My Week as a Farmer, Part I.
Last week, I introduced you to all the animals on the Allen family’s farm, except for one. There is one canine that they couldn’t leave out with the others. Because he’s a menace and a danger. A chicken murderer, and as we would soon discover, a thief to boot. Meet…ARLISS! (Cue scary music.)
Don’t let the smile fool you. This boy is a trained killer and is frequently unleashed to go hunting. Failure to recognize the danger could result in serious mayhem and injury. Knowing the risks, we disregarded our better judgment and let him out every day to get his exercise. The first sneak attack came when Dennis decided to rest in the hammock. Arliss went straight for the jugular.
He didn’t count on Dennis knowing kung fu and putting up a fight, however.
So Arliss changed tactics and decided to come at him from the other side.
But Dennis was ready for him and put up a good defense.
The battle was fierce, but the match so even that in the end, they called a truce.
Trouble started again when Dennis picked the summer squash and threw it to dislodge the bugs that were crawling on it. Arliss saw his opportunity and went in for the kill.
Utterly thrilled with his catch, he proceeded to roll on his back with the squash in delight.
After his victory roll, he wasted no further time in devouring the squash.
“I is Arliss…”
“I crush mines enemies…”
“I takes no survivors.”
Later in the week, he managed to paw an egg that Dennis had placed on the other side of fence so he could roll it in closer to eat it!
His next attack was focused at a female of his species. Unfortunately for him, it was our Jessie! He was determined to pick up a scent on her that she has never had, since she is spade, but he wouldn’t give up trying and things got ugly fast.
It started in the pool. They circled each other, forming a yin yang in the murky water as his nose grew ever nearer to her butt and she went ever faster to avoid his invasion of her personal space.
Arliss made no bones about what he was after.
And I wouldn’t trade my week as a semi-farmer for the world! I hope one day we will have a little farm of our own so I can come in each night covered in mud and poo, feathers and fur, thorns and blisters, each blissful, horrible, exhausting day. God love the farmers.
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How fun! Love the hammock shots! Would have been funny if the dog had overturned him! So much for a rest, huh.
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It wasn’t for lack of trying! I had to intervene at one point to hold the hammock b/c he almost succeeded in overturning it. Arliss really wanted up there with him–it was so funny we both just laughed for like five minutes straight while he continued trying to get up there and licking Den’s face the whole time.
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That was awesome! Arliss wouldn’t hurt a flea! Lol, Too cute :)
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Well, he has killed many chickens, which is why they had to get him a kennel, but he’s definitely a lover!
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If it wasn’t for Arliss I don’t think we would have enjoyed the week as much.
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I don’t think I’d put it that way, but I do agree that he definitely made it more fun!
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Arliss is adorable! Dogs love to get a hold of fresh eggs, I know that! Mine figured out how to jump a four foot fence in no time…lol! Love the hammock pics. Have Dennis build you a small chicken coop and you could get a couple hens and have yourself some fresh eggs :) They’re very easy to care for. Loved the story V!!
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I don’t think we can spare the space but I actually never considered that before! We’ll take a look-see and see if we can fit them in.
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Aaaawww! I love Arliss! I was totally expecting a fierce dog and bloodied chickens, but he’s a sweetie!!
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Thankfully he didn’t get ahold of any chickens while we were in charge, but he has a bad record for eating them. He is a sweetie, though!
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Oh I am so in love with both Arliss and Jessie! Even if one of them IS a killer. I’ve always been known to become enamored with things (people) that are bad for me.
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