Herding Instinct

Took Finn over to the cow barn last night in the course of keeping the boss company while he fed the old cows. Although he plays a Border Collie on TV, the pup is a flaming coward. He is afraid of flappy newspapers, hats, sheep, strangers, anything new in the yard, and crowing roosters. He has a gay tail, a short back, and generally doesn't really look too much like a herding dog. I didn't buy him to be a herding dog, so really this is okay but sometimes...

When he saw the cows, his tail dropped between his hocks, his head went down as he peered nearsightedly at them, and he looked like a fine working dog.....It was pretty cool.

Until he bolted in terror, barking, and nearly wetting himself in fear. Since I was at the other end of the leash I was darned near dumped on the dirt.

Good grief! 

I think I will call it "horror instinct." It starts with an 'h' after all. It's been a long time since Mike, Nick and Gael......too long sometimes.

This guy on the other hand has nearly put a bull through a fence,
and chased the heck out of the biggest horse we have