A Guest Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
We had two extra dogs last weekend bringing our total to 6. One of them is a frequent visitor. He is one of the puppies Sadie had 5 years ago. A coworker of Brian’s bought the puppy and named him Miller. Whenever they leave town, the new owners book a room for Miller at the Miller Dog Hotel.
Miller now has a friend living with him named Jengo. Jengo is not a dachshund, but we allowed him to stay anyway.
The guests arrived at about 10:30 on Saturday morning. Fortunately Rachel was at the house to help me introduce Jengo to the rest of our pack. Miller considers himself one of us so no introductions were necessary for him.
When Rachel and I prepared to leave, poor Jengo was being chased from one end of the kitchen to the other. We tried putting three dogs in kennels, Tucker in the bedroom and leaving Jengo and Miller out in the kitchen.
Miller, who considers Miller Farm his second home, was not thrilled to be sharing kitchen space with Jengo. So for Jengo’s protection, I put a leash on him and loaded him into the car.
We headed to Conroe to meet the high school band. The plan was for me to relieve Beekeeper Brian, who had travelled with the bus full of teenagers since 5:30 that morning. He was to take Jengo home, and I would ride the bus with the kids.
That was the plan, but when lightning started, the band reloaded the bus before I could get there. Jengo and I turned around and headed for Bryan High School to meet the busses and bring Brian home.
After we got home, the rest of the afternoon went smoothly.
Not so for the night.
Tucker usually sleeps on our bed but when Miller visits, he sleeps under the bed. This time, Jengo also got to sleep on the bed. Tucker didn’t want to miss the fun and joined us. (If we are going to do this often, we will need a bigger bed.)
Did I mention that Jengo is a puppy? He got up in the middle of the night and pooped in the house, which meant I also had to get up in the middle of the night to clean up and then feed him. After Jengo ate, he wanted to play.
Reminded me why I had children when I was younger. I’m getting too old to stay up all night.
I thought about driving him around in the car to put him to sleep only I was afraid it would put me to sleep. We stayed at home and I laid on the couch and tried to convince Jengo to go to sleep. I gave him a rawhide bone to chew, but he tried to bury it in the newspapers.
At 6 am, I gave up and started the coffee. Then I unloaded the dishwasher and started breakfast. Jengo helped:
By the time he left on Monday afternoon, Jengo was right at home. This is a good thing as I imagine he will be returning the next time his owners leave town.
That is unless there is “No Vacancy” at the Miller Dog Hotel.