We went up to the Vermont Knitting Mill today to pick up some yarn Maria is about to sell and to drop off the wool shorn at our October Open House. I’m not sure who was more shocked, Gus or the alpacas when they confronted one another.

The Little Man, as I call him, rushed up to the fence and barked, seemingly outraged that the alpacas were standing on his planet. The alpacas seemed bewildered but didn’t move much. Gus retreated a bit and then engaged in a stare-down, which accomplished little on his end.

As I have been told. Boston Terriers have no self-awareness when it comes to size or demeanor. He seems himself as a large and powerful animal in charge of everything around him.  I think the alpacas had no idea what he was.

After a few minutes, he seemed indignant, but retreated, he came to stand behind me and then we went for a walk on the vast field while Maria chose the colors she wants for the next batch of wool. She is dyeing the wool for the first time. It will be finished at the end of the winter.