Round 'em up
One of the great things about owning a dog is meeting other
dog owners and their unique breeds. Over the 15 years of walking
my dog, I found the things I learned about different breeds
fascinating. I gleaned a wealth of information about all things
dogs; different breeds, health issues, remedies and everything
in between. But it was the great stories that people told about
their dogs that I enjoyed the most.
One of the best stories I heard was about a Border
Collie named Dundee. Dundee and his owners loved to go camping,
however they found that going to regular campsites was getting
to be a problem. Dundee had a bad habit of getting away from
their site and running around looking for things to round up;
children playing, strolling families, even other animals, were
all considered good herding material to Dundee.
It stopped being cute after about the tenth time.
Some of the campers didn't understand what Dundee was doing
and became angry. Going to the designated campsites became more
of a hassle than it was worth so Dundee and his family searched
for a less conventional and less populated camping spot. Then
they found a place that appeared to have all the requirements
for a peaceful camping experience.
A couple days into camping at their new peaceful
spot, all looked promising. There were no herding incidents
and they were enjoying their time out doors. On one particular
morning after going to sleep in the tent, the couple woke up
to find Dundee missing. They had not heard him leave in the
night and were not sure how long he was gone.
Concerned, they got up immediately to find, in
shock and amazement, the entire campsite surrounded by, you
guessed it, Sheep!
It appears that Dundee smelled the sheep and escaped
the tent to go find them. The sleeping, grazing sheep were in
a farmer's field nearby. Dundee located them, rounded them up
and herded them back to the campsite during the night.
The couple felt a mixture of dismay and pride,
after all this was Dundee's finest hour, from his point of 'ewe'
anyway.
© Gabriele Gottschlag
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