When people see our terriers running around like mad here at the ranch, they often say, “What a heaven for terriers.” Well, sometimes. But believe me, there are still some things in this bucolic wilderness that can drive a self-respecting terrier to the point of gnawing off his own leg. First of all, people tend to cook great stuff up here. Like this pork tenderloin from local free-range, sustainably raised pigs, served on a bed of local organic leeks,with roast local Yukon Gold potatoes and fresh green beans.

Do you think terriers are getting any of this? NO, still just kibbles in the bowl.

Do you think terriers are getting any of this? NO, still just kibbles in the bowl.

 

Then this morning, there was a horrible cacophony of squawking and fluttering, followed by a frenzy of terrier barking. Turns out one of our local Turkey Vultures had landed up on the barn roof too close to the barn swallow nests.

This fellow got everyone all in a tizzy by landing on the barn. Too close to where swallows and terriers had marked their territory.

This fellow got everyone all in a tizzy by landing on the barn. Too close to where swallows and terriers had marked their territory.

 

But before you think terriers and swallows have entered an alliance here at Two Terrier Vineyards, there’s an issue that still needs working out. The Rufous Crowned Sparrows have built a nest in the cow skull we’ve hung on the side of the barn.

Hey, dont you birds know that all bones in this place belong to terriers?!

Hey, don't you birds know that all bones in this place belong to terriers?!

Then there are all those black beetles appearing out of nowhere.

Then there are all those black beetles appearing out of nowhere.

Which means you have to get your snout all dirty chasing them down holes.

Which means you have to get your snout all dirty chasing them down holes.

 

What’s really annoying is that the Bobcats are now taking a cue from the foxes and doing large and disrespectful poos right in Terrier Territory.

Is there a bigger diss than this Bobcat scat?

Is there a bigger diss than this Bobcat scat?

At least in Sonoma, no one can hear you howl.

At least in Sonoma, no one can hear you howl.