There’s supposed to be a video in here of Dexter having his first go at working the woolies this afternoon at the Llama Farmer’s.
Alas, the video is too embarrassing to show anyone so I refuse to upload it. In fact, the evidence was so shameful it broke my Outlook mail (incidentally, if you can fix my Outlook mail, feel free to email m- … oh … nevermind. Dammit)
Often young dogs when first introduced to sheep go batshit crazy, bowling through the sheep and grabbing wool left and right. They are unstoppable locomotives hell bent on causing a stampede.
But not Dexter.
Some young dogs are nervous about the sheep and don’t know what to do, so they wander around the paddock eating poop, sniffing wool, or just generally being oblivious.
But not Dexter.
Sometimes, you have to put a more experienced dog in with the young dog to generate some interest for the baby in the woolies. As the older dogs moves the sheep around, the newbie starts to show some flicker of interest (see first example).
But not my Dexter!
MY puppy is *terrified* of the sheep. Balls out, flailing at the end of the line, crying to get away, escaping the paddock under the gate and scaling any human within climbing distance, begging them to take him back to the car. Even when I carried him into the paddock and sat down next to the sheep with him, he tried to get away, tried to bite Issac in the face and then scurried away as fast as his stilts could transport him.
It was humiliating!! My little prairie bred, hard headed, cattle-working parents of a puppy was a total wash on the woolies. Le sigh.
Instead, I worked Miss Versatility, Princess Piper. Not very much, because I have not worked sheep for so long and I am way out of practice. But I had to redeem my dogs’ reputation a little bit!
That’s my girl!
(No worries, Tweed was confined to his crate and did not work anything, sheep or otherwise, so try not to spaz out, call me names, swear at me or otherwise get yourself all worked up, mmmkay? I was a good Food Lady, and very strict with myself)