...unexpectedly working a Border Collie.
My three dogs are all gone, those little black collies of long-ago fame. Now, all I have is my tiny terrorist, er, terrier, Mack. His idea of work is to ignore me until he knows he has no choice.
But, hey, you never know...
The rain had finally ended, the sky had settled down.
Out to the backyard line I thought I'd go.
The table cloth was wrinkled, you could tell it at a glance.
The breeze would prolly fix that, don't cha know?
Because of doggie daycare, I had a pup along.
She likes to travel with me close in tow.
But then.....without warning....
Chickens and ducks under the bird feeder, oh, my!!!!!!
She was off in a trice, crouched low and showing lots of "eye". I hollered, "That'll do."
Hah! She paused for a second, just to let me know she'd heard,
Then headed out again to really herd.
"Lie down!"
Nope, she was trained before we got her, but there isn't any lie down on her atall, atall.
"That'll do!"
Another pause, but she swung off, come bye, as if I'd meant that all along.
She has a nice, wide outrun anyhow.
She knew she was wrong, and enough vocal authority brought her back to my feet, where she propped on her hinders peering over the flowerbed to see where the birdies went.
Man, did that ever take me back. I haven't worked a dog in years, and I never was terribly elegant at it. I had good dogs though, so I sometimes looked better than I was, but the credit for bulls moved and critters gathered goes entirely to them, with yours truly just along for the ride.
I have to say I loved it, that little bit of time travel. If that was my pup we'd go out and play gather up the poultry, but she's not, so I will just throw her ball for her and tell her she's a good girl.
That'll do, Jill, that'll do.
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