I took my trusty sheepdog over to the farm where the nice old farmer let us play with his sheep yesterday …. we were having a lesson about sheep dog trialling … and believe me, that 20 mins in that field was the longest 20 mins of my life!
My dog has a few personality disorders (yeh yeh, dogs become like their owners .. I know Lol) …. so one day, when I say ‘Come By!’ he is off like a missile …. rounds up the sheep in a minute, brings them straight back to me and then ‘holds’ them there for me to inspect … his eyes bright, his mind completely on the job … and I smile and praise him and he looks all matcho and embarrassed and says ‘Aww shucks mum’ ….
Next day, I say ‘Come by!’ and he is off like a missile …. totally ignoring the sheep … hell bent on reaching that far distant hillock where he suddenly drops like a stone to watch the sheep from afar … ignoring my yells and screams and whistles…. oblivious to me foaming at the mouth and attempting that impossible task of whistling with my fingers in my mouth and swearing at the same time ….
The following day, I say ‘Come by!’ … and he sits there, gazing round, wondering what that strange language is I am speaking ….
You guessed it …. yesterday my dog was away with the fairies ….