My wee grand sons new baby friend.Eigth weeks old,she s called Tilly.
My wee grand sons new baby friend.Eigth weeks old,she s called Tilly.
Me old mate Knox. 20 next year and he still gets around all right. Going a bit deaf but he’s never been the best listener anyhow. F**king useless at anything other than sleeping,eating, farting, and chasing possums and loves hanging out with mum at home way more than going on the farm but he still gets out with me for the odd day here and there. I reckon he’s got to be in line for one of the oldest Staffies in the world, never had any health problems, injured himself through misadventure a bit when he was younger but that’s about it. Took him hunting once in his life, with a mates pig dogs and he taught them all to bail possums so he wasn’t invited anymore after that.
270 is a harmonic divisor number[1]
270 is the fourth number that is divisible by its average integer divisor[2]
270 is a practical number, by the second definition
The sum of the coprime counts for the first 29 integers is 270
270 is a sparsely totient number, the largest integer with 72 as its totient
Given 6 elements, there are 270 square permutations[3]
10! has 270 divisors
270 is the smallest positive integer that has divisors ending by digits 1, 2, …, 9.
Shit that's a good run Ryan, he sounds like a right dag
Must be all that farting keeping him young
And the young buck.. bit of a poser
270 is a harmonic divisor number[1]
270 is the fourth number that is divisible by its average integer divisor[2]
270 is a practical number, by the second definition
The sum of the coprime counts for the first 29 integers is 270
270 is a sparsely totient number, the largest integer with 72 as its totient
Given 6 elements, there are 270 square permutations[3]
10! has 270 divisors
270 is the smallest positive integer that has divisors ending by digits 1, 2, …, 9.
My boy Scapa (named after Scapa Flow). Four months old at the moment. We’ve been working hard on those early stages of the Blueprint. A lot of work, but he’s shown great development already. Can be a stubborn wee bugger when he wants though
Spent a few weeks down the top of the South Island with the Wife and the dog, had a good look around and did plenty of great days hikes in the area, here a a couple of photos that I really liked from our last hike up Mt Isobel in Hanmer forest park. Love been in the mountains with the dog and this time of year the colours and light are amazing. Great country we live in to be able to have access to these areas.
Dog on the mountain looking for game
Dog on a Rock
We walked up from down there boss, how are your legs...
Maggie wasn't impressed when I showed her my roof tent set up
Here is my boy "helping" me out at work
10kg as of last week and costing me a fortune in socks he seems to enjoy taking out into the garden and loosing
And his first big boy bone
Son of a bitch they are expensive now
Last edited by rugerman; 06-04-2022 at 09:24 PM.
Turned my back for 3 seconds.
Poor fella had a bit of a rough trip. First run in with stinging nettle, bee stings and looks like a limp tail.
This is the second time this has happened… Every now and then we’ll get a resident ferret or three come setup nearby, usually when we’ve got a problem with mice (which we have had recently, along with rats). This means a stealth war of seek & destroy… because if there’s one thing you can’t do if you’re a ferret, is hide your presence from my Staffy.
Unfortunately when he tackles ferrets, he gets bitten. This is exactly the same outcome as last time, a day or so after the battle there’s a small lump, like a sting, then a few days later he grows a huge bloody abscess on his jaw. It started suppurating over the weekend, then broke through onto the surface last night.
Stoic dog he is though, lay there on the vet’s table this morning and allowed her to stick a bloody big aspirating needle into him, wiggling it around, sucking out pus. In and out, round and round. No drama. All good. I said to my teenager, mate you won’t even pop that dirty great chorb on your chin cos its too sore, diddums.
So, antibiotics and no hunting.
Just...say...the...word
Aw rest and treats sounds like the go then
Sounds a bit like my old huntaway when he tried chewing a possum that wasn't quite dead and got a facefull of claws. Lucky no vet that time.
I would think the reward outweighs the pain later. I hope you let him give it a good chew after it was dead.
Moki and a bit of kaimai venison. One of his best finds for me after a few months of no hunting. Winded it from a couple hundred metres and led me on to it to shoot at 20m. Lots of scraps for him that night
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