Tibbs

Tibby.   She just ran down and leaped into the creek to scare the ducks.  She doesn't look very sorry.

Mistress of Her Domain

One day not long after Tibby came to us, we heard ferocious noises coming from the creek.    She was barking, snarling and yelping.    It sounded like she was fighting something particularly nasty and that the fight had moved into the water.    

When we heard all the noise we feared Tibby had found a water snake and commenced battle.  We have diamond back water snakes here and they are not polite, unlike our other snakes, which I love.   Water snakes are notoriously aggressive and they like to hang out in the creek...them bein' water snakes 'n' all.     We rushed to Tibby's aid.  

She was thrashing about in the water, making all sorts of noise, but since she'd muddied everything up, we couldn't see what she was after.    We saw that she was fine and we figured she must have let whatever it was go.  


Then it happened again.  

And again.  

Turns out, Tibby loves water. 

Really, really loves water.  

It's her favorite toy.    I'm not kidding.   This is Tibby's playground.

 She thrashes around and bites the water.

Then she bats it with her paws to make bubbles and foam.

 

Then she thrashes and bites the water again.  She spends a lot of time in the creek just playing.

Then she gets out and shakes all over us and looks really pleased with herself.  It won't take long til she's back in there fighting the bubbles.

She is mistress of her domain.  

Tibby

Tibby is a big black dog with a white chest and big brown eyes.  I love her.  She has a scar on her nose where she did combat with a snake once when she was a puppy.  Since then, she doesn't much care for snakes, and really, who can blame her?   I wouldn't like snakes either, if one bit me on the nose.   I haven't been bitten on the nose by a snake though, so I still get along OK with snakes.  In fact, I like them a whole lot and every time one shows up I go introduce myself and.....but I digress - this story isn't about snakes, it's about chickens.

Tib was still a bit of a puppy when she came to live with us.  She'd belonged to a student who tried to bring her to college.  It didn't work out so Tibby went back home to the student's farm to play with the horses and to fight snakes.  She was smart and got into a lot of trouble.  She missed the student.

At around the same time, it became apparent that our old dog was getting far to old to do his job.