Adventures of Orthos
My mom just does not understand that I am a “working dog”. I’m also a natural herder, but for some reason she doesn’t like to be herded. After some thought, I think dad has been trying to herd her for some time now. I am not sure how well he has done but I find if you push her with your nose it gets her moving, unfortunately in more than one way. Boy, she sure can howl at me. This morning she was on her way to take care of all the chicks and the big chickens outside, and I really had to go to the bathroom. Furry friends of the world, have you ever noticed when you have to go to the bathroom your parents move slower. Oh, but when they have to go they run, what is with that? I gallop in circles around her when she walks, this way I can see danger coming in all directions at any time. There I was doing my circles, barking at her but she calls it back talking and I shoved her in the butt with my nose.
“ORTHOS STOP IT! If you shove me one more time, I’m going to shove Buck’s head up your butt. Stop herding me, I don’t need to be worked”.
The good thing is, it doesn’t matter when or how I herd her, she moves. At least I know if I need her to really move because of danger, she will move her tail. She may be yelling at me the whole way, but she will be moving.
Now, dad, he understands my job. He will even tell me, “Orthos, go with mom, protect her”. He understands the job and gets me. If she didn’t listen and I had to knock her down and drag her by the shirt somewhere to keep her safe, he is ok with that. And…I have been practicing that very situation. Last year when those bee’s flew out of the cow manure around her, yep, knocked her over grabbed that bun thingy of hair and dragged her up out of the herb garden. She screeched and squirmed a bit, but I got her!
Mom, you need to understand I love you, and I have a job to do so we are together for a very long time. I’m going to continue to shove, herd, poke, drag, circle, push, direct, bark and back talk you when I need to. Until dad comes up with an invention that I can wear to translate into words what I want to say, you’re just going to have to deal with it. And just between you and me, I don’t think Buck’s head would fit up my butt.