Have you seen this website? There are some very funny photos on there. There are also some deeply disturbing ones!
Dexter doesn’t want me to submit this one, but I kinda think I should. Poor Dexter. Stacks of old truck tires are slippery.
And speaking of “poor Dexter,” yesterday I decided it was high time my working bred border collie met some woolies again, so we went out to Auntie Cheryl’s farm to harass her “fat and lazy” sheep (her words, not mine! Don’t be hatin’ on me for dissin’ someone’s sheep.)
This is Dexter’s second time meeting sheep. It was only marginally more successful than the first time. This time he didn’t climb anybody, perch atop their head and use them as an escape route out of the pen, but it still wasn’t pretty. Most of the time he was out there with them, he looked either like this:
or like this:
Le sigh. So much for my mighty stockdog ;-) Of course, I put a lot of effort into putting solid foundations on Dex for playing agility – lots of eye contact, following my body, keeping in tune with me … all of it completely antithetical to stockdog work, where I would ask him to pay very little attention to me unless taking a command, not caring about where I was except as related to the pressure on the stock and making decisions on his own. Never the twain shall meet, as it were. But I am okay with him not being a stellar working dog … I have no intention of having sheep of my own, something I think is of paramount importance to being really successful at stockdog work. And I really didn’t want him to be a jack of all trades, master of none kind of dog. I picked a sport, and we’re sticking to it.
And Dex is probably grateful, because as you can see, he really doesn’t like sheep except as a possible entree.
Piper, on the other hand, says sheep are Serious Business, and she are Serious Dog.
She’s not been on sheep for a couple of years, or nearly anyway, so we are both mightily out of practice. However, it’s nice to see she is still as enthusiastic – if not particularly talented – as ever.
Piper works too close and too fast. She has a real problem with pressure in all aspects of her life. In flyball, the pressure of other dogs running in the lane beside her was too much. In agility, the pressure of being asked to work away – but also being asked to work too close – is too much. And on sheep, she has a lot of push for a little dog, and she has never been able to find her comfort bubble – too close and the sheep take off because as soon as she gets close she gets frantic. Too far and she is worried they are getting away and she is too frantic and comes flying in to slice at them. And don’t think it’s just because I suck at playing shepherd (and I do – oh how I suck) because several years ago I sent her away for training for a month and her trainer said the same thing.
But that’s okay too, it makes her incredibly happy to work the woolies, however poorly she may do it, so from time to time I will indulge her with the help of Cheryl and her fat, lazy sheep :)
Now that sheep day is over, we don’t have time for anymore nonsense as the Zombie Adogalypse is coming.
This is their leader, and he wants your brains.
And they will of course not be proper, slow moving, shuffling zombies, they will be modern, fast moving zombies: