As you may already know (and if you don't, where have you been, my goodness, keep up peoples!) I'm teaching the Musher how to herd sheepy sheeps.
Yes, yes, I flunked out of the Alta-Peet Stockdogs school of herdy herding, but it was a lifestyle choice really. I had a higher calling to herd Pretty Curly Tails, but whatever, the Musher started going to her friend's house and they have sheepy sheeps, and they have herdy dogs, and she seemed interested in the whole process, and she also likes whistling really loud, so seeing her interest in the job I figured I'd oblige her by giving her some training.
Frankly, I hope she loses interest in this soon because I'm the one doing all the running around, but I can't resist giving her something fun to do.
Anyhooooooo, so we went out to a real field the other day. It seemed as though she was ready for that next step. You start out doing it in a small field because if the sheepy sheeps go all wackadoodle and run off... well, that's never a good thing
|It's ok Musher, they're very nice sheepy sheeps, they won't stomp on you|
So I started them off for a leisurely run to get some real estate between them and the Musher, just to see if she remembered the whole "come here" command.
|Beautiful grouping guys, but don't make it too easy on her!|
|Seriously? Gee? Do we not remember our sheepy commands?|
|Watch out Musher! Don't walk in front of the sheepie things, they'll smoosh you!|
|Ok, seriously? How much closer do you want them, and NO, I'm not laying down, there's a bug on the ground here|
|There! Um... how about a "That'll Do?" I'm thirsty you know|
That'll be fun to watch.