On April 7 of this year I voiced some thoughts about the pros and cons of pellet bedding.
I have found that where I live (southeastern Michigan) there's a small window of opportunity to use the bedding before the cold temps don't allow for effective breakdown of the pellets. (I don't use bedding in the summer months since they don't need a cushion from the ground temperature.) Case in point, about a week ago the temps were mid-to-high 20's and it took longer for the bedding to transition to a fine material. I thought, OK, it's time to switch to shavings.
It happened that our local Tractor Supply was having a sale so I made sure to swing by to purchase more bags. I caught the eye of a salesclerk to ask about fine vs flake. Turns out she's a horse owner and said she puts the pelleted bedding underneath the shavings to allow for better urine soakage (yea, just made that phrase up). I must have had a quizzical look on my face because she said, yup, uses that method for all eight stalls.
Well, I did not get more bags of pellets because I wasn't convinced it would be a very comfy bed situation. Those pellets are hard!
Anyone out there tried this personally. Would be very interested in your opinion.
But for the time being these three donks will be sleeping on shavings.
Since I'm usually the earlier riser in our house, my first job upon descending the stairs is to fight off two black dog-beasts demanding breakfast. Occasionally I make them wait for me to start my tea, but its easier to get them out of the way, literally. After they've had their morning ablutions, we all sit down for some quiet reading time. I love the quiet of the morning to delve into a book.
Then its time to feed three bellowing donkeys. Into the mudroom to don coat and boots as two dogs sit and stare. The next step is tricky. No matter how many times we review, Gunner forgets. You have to sit and wait for me to open the door, get outside and give the command that you may follow through after me. Dudley was introduced to this concept in obedience school a few years ago and usually listens well, but Gunner...sweet Gunner, ah well.
Once the command is given, one dog promptly rushes top speed out the back garage door to investigate who-knows-what, while the other rushes to the cat's litter box. Sweet delights it contains. Finally everyone gathers at the front of the garage. I swing my bike into action to cruise down the driveway to three awaiting donkeys who swear they're starving, every...darn...morning.