My Tale Weaver post was based, albeit loosely, on Maggie.
When we first moved to Lincolnshire in 2007, we started walking in country lanes, and she became known as the black and white dog that didn’t enter fields or chase livestock. Farmers here shoot first and ask questions later, especially when it’s the lambing season.
We were always grateful that our training of her not entering open gates of drives or fields paid off.
This particular day, Maggie came face to face with her first sheep.
Actually the sheep was in the field behind an electric fence, and Maggie was on the path on the other side of the ditch.
Now whether she was the first dog this woolly thing had ever come across is anyone’s guess, but the two each stood their ground, giving the other the dare-you-to-move eye.
I imagined their conversation along these lines:
Sheep: I’m a sheep, what ya gonna do about it?
Maggie: I’m a dog and could chase you if I wanted.
No you can’t. I’m in a field, protected by these wires, and there’s a ditch between us.
So what? I’m part collie part springer spaniel, expert at agility, fast, a high jumper and I’m smart.
Wanna prove it?
Nope. Don’t have to.
You’re in a field.
I’m not. I’m free to chase whatever I want when I want.
And you’re not it.