Swineherding with Sasquatch

This was not the Cheeseburger in paradise I dreamed of coming home to.

Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face.

~Mike Tyson

This morning things did no go to plan . . . I spent over two hours doing morning chores as I tried to wrangle three escaped weaners and a goat.

"Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you."

1 Thessalonians 5:16–18, NKJV

I haven't seen Pirate in almost a week . . . So I decided to start searching in earnest for him this morning. My search led to a Sunday morning stroll through almost all of Sasquatch Wallows. Still no sign of the missing boar . . .

As I was enjoying my Saturday morning coffee on the couch, Mini-Squatch IV alerted me to the fact that Chupi had escaped the loading paddock; these are the shenanigans that followed . . .

Luke and Leia have been huge pains in my rear end lately. They're chasing who knows what; the possibilities are endless: elk, deer, coyotes, bobcats mountain lions, other dogs, la chubacabra, Sasquatch . . .

But they are running off across the road and bothering the neighbors. So we need to fence them in. I've set up an electric sheep fence where they are leaving the property until I can figure out a permanent solution.