Cricket, trying to squeeze under the pasture gate to go discipline the rowdy calves
Monday, August 8, 2016
Cricket goes open field with the not really dogbroke calves, driving them around, showing them that there is safety in crowds.
I'm following with the camera, not saying much of anything except at the turns, telling her which way to go
A slight bit of confusion in the ranks. This is either the very first or the second time they've been worked
That's as pretty a square corner as you'll ever see
Getting a big froggy. She will back off a bit and let them settle
And another square corner. I never taught her this
Long story short, a few weeks ago I answered a craigslist ad for Indian Runner ducks, which I had been searching for. Barb has two Aussies herself, and is coming to watch us at Nationals. After deciding that her flock of month old ducklings wouldn't work, she loaned us her adults to train with.
Rosie's first go with them was quite wonderful to watch!
I closed my book, the signal that it's bedtime. In the probably 30 seconds it took me to get up and walk into the bedroom, the three dogs that had been snoozing in the den with me had already done this to me.
If there were a Dog Olympics and Bedhogging was a sport in it, I see gold, silver and bronze, right there
If ever I thought that Rosie wasn't growing up, these two shots (in the shade, unfortunately) of her and Sybil dispelled that thought.
Still, Sybil is 51 pounds, Rosie finally broke into the 30's with a whopping 32 pounds, so nearly 20 pounds difference there.
And hair. Lots of hair on Sybil. Not much on Rosie