She's grown at a phenomenal rate. This is how she looks at four months old, below. She's as big as Scooter, my ten-month-old English Shepherd pup, and bigger than Sissy, hubby's two-year-old border collie mix. She's doubled in size in two months.
She stays in her own pen inside the goat pen unless I'm outside to keep an eye on her. I don't trust any puppy to be around livestock and poultry full-time without supervision. When I'm working outside I open her gate so she can spend time with the goats. She tries to kiss them all; they try to headbutt her. She is learning her place in the herd.
Each day I let her into the yard for awhile so she can play with the other dogs.
They patrol the fenceline around the yard. That's Rosie, followed by Scooter, followed by Sissy. They march in a well-ordered line.
This is what happens when you walk barefoot through a patch of burrs.
Just playing, but look at those teeth! She looks ferocious, doesn't she. She never backs down, even in play.
Cracker declined to be photographed; he'd had enough of puppy shenanigans and took off to check out the ravines at the back of the property for coyotes and other varmints. Someday Rosie will join him in protecting our property and livestock, but I hope she'll want to stay in the barnyard and goat pen rather than follow him into the wilderness.
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