Boone slept outside last night. We left the gate open so he could visit Mister and the calves. I think it will help build his confidence and make him more protective of the ducks, chickens and rabbits he currently wants to play with. It will also help him be a little more independent of me as I intend to leave him home and take Fen instead on our next trip to town. Boone needs a break from the long working days and long, horrible drives
We will see how Fen does as he hasn’t had to do public access for a really long time.
In reality, Fen needs some public "refresher" time. Don't lose the training you've put into him. Also remember he's aged a little -- might do better in all phases if re-exposed. Don't lose a back up.
Fen needs the public access work but Boone has cabin fever right now I worked on tasking Fen this week and he complained verbally and only brought things halfway to my hand then quit. Boone came in on his own and retrieved the items after Fen walked away. Looks like Fen is going to get sone retraining at home again
Took Boone on a recall walk on long (75’)line. He did awesome. He greeted Tom, the guy in overalls with long, bushy beard, he said hello to one of the cowdogs under a horse trailer, he said hi to Fen and Randy, greeted Kati and we walked past the fork in the road. He came back nicely each time I called and walked home by my side on a loose leash. He is a very gud boi!
I notice Boone is spending more and more time outside at night. The rabids and ducks should be safe, thanks to his ability to open the back door. (I would never, ever have a doggy-door after Cider invited a skunk into our house).
His size, for some reason, is comforting to me, his large, broad head coming to my waist and his solidity keeping me balanced.
I can’t help but laugh, remembering the last time he got away from me, and was up by the barn when a pack of the ranch dogs attacked him viciously, pinning him on his back, as they growled and savaged him, he was writhing in ecstasy, thinking he is just very popular. 
He is becoming more and more vocal, yet I’ve never heard him bark or growl. Instead he purses his lips and wooooh wooohs.
His personality is growing by leaps and bounds. He’s started channeling The Heathen, giving kisses and either booping the bag of treats or gently reaching out with his front leg to make his request.
As a giant breed whose priorities revolve around protection by instinct, it’s difficult at best to convince him to get up and bring me something once he has made himself comfortable. I hope and pray to acquire another English Shepherd, once Boone is mature, that will enthusiastically fill in the gaps, as they are wont to do.
Meanwhile, he glories in making friends with everyone who crosses his path when we do go out.
So grateful for Boone. He lives up to his name, in spades.