TM, Mama Cheryl (MC), Mama Penni (MP) and Papa Ron (PR) love and care for me.
In memory of DC Dora, CH Angus HXAsd, DC Kearney. Lost from our lives way too soon.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Fun Day

Kearney - Saturdays are fun days.  We let TM sleep in - or rather some of us do.  This morning, Lowri had to go outside to potty at 7:00 AM.  We all got to go, then TM went back to bed until 9:00.  Then we went out again.  That is a good start to the day. 

TM and Papa Ron had to go to town.  She told us that she saw a mama wild turkey with about 15 babies crossing the road.  I wish I had been there.  I am sure we could have caught some of them to put in the bird pen, although, I guess Aidan would have been a better choice for helping to catch them.  He has such a soft mouth.  I saw him take baby birds out of their nest once.  He set them on the ground and they were unhurt.  TM put them back in the nest.  I am pretty sure I would have eaten them.

TM took the four oldest pheasant down to the barn to the bird enclosure.  She spread a little hay along one wall for them to nest in.  Two minutes after turning them loose in there, she couldn't see even one of them.  They had gone to ground in the hay and weren't moving.   I ask you, what fun is that?

So we went herding.  I worked the lambs in the smaller field.  I moved them all around the fenceline.  I brought them to TM and I took them away from her.  TM said I was "Excellent."  I just know that I was a good dog (she said that too), and I like helping TM put the lambs where she wants them - even if she changes her mind a lot.

Lowri - My daddy went next.  TM said he was a good dog too.  He tries to listen, but he is still pretty sure he knows the best way to move them.  Tomorrow, TM says he gets to work in the big field with the big mamas.  I can't wait until I can do that too.

I got to go last.  TM had me sit at the gates and wait until she was inside.  I did that very well, cause I know how to.  When we got to the round pen, I forgot that I was supposed to wait until TM told me I could go chase the sheep.  TM made me come back and sit.  Finally (!) she told me I could go get them.  I ran around her to the big mamas and told them to hurry.  They did (giggle).  I moved them around and around TM, both directions.  Then I helped her keep them moving along the fence.  I even stopped and rested when she told me too.  TM said I was the best dog.  I didn't gloat about that to Kearney and my daddy.  I am pretty sure that they each think they are the best dog.

1 comment:

  1. Little Lowri, I am so proud of you. You are going to be one fabulous stock dog -- even if you have a mind of your own -- wonder where that came from?

    Give your Daddy a sloppy kiss for me and tell your brother Kearney that he is a very good boy.