Our dogs started barking early this morning. My wife went to the window and say the next-door-neighbor’s Mexican gardner standing in our front yard. She opened the window and he stared speaking in Spanish to her. I don’t understand much, but I did here him say “llama” (or Jama). I went to the pasture, and sure enough, no Llama. He had broken through a weak spot in the fence, and was wandering down the bridle path, eating yummy landscaping. With a little help from my wife, I managed to scare him back into the hole he left through. I then spent the next hour repairing the fence (Chain-link fencing really requires a tensioning tool to do right, but I used a band strap and a lot of effort).
He’s basically a furry lawnmower and conversation piece. I got him as a rescue, and he’s pretty much no-maintenance, so he’s just fun to have around. I let the neighborhood kids feed him carrots through the fence.
I have a video tape on how to pack-train Llamas. Right…
Apparently, you can take him to the Minnesota State Fair, and enter him into a judged obstacle course. My SO and I stumbled across this and had to stop to watch. It was kind of surreal, since it was all in kind of slow motion as the teenage kids led their llamas through the course. Stepping over hurdles, winding through fake trees, through a hanging tire and a water hazard.