I use blue half barrels for feeders. This morning there was a mouse in one of them.
Sheba, world famous for her mouse hunting skills, got the mouse. She tossed it in the air, caught it—sometimes. Buford wanted to play too! Sheba snarled at him, plainly telling him it was HER mouse. Sheba tossed it around, when it didn’t move, she batted with her paw to make it run again. It ran between her legs, it ran under Buford, it ran trying to get away. But a mouse is too good of a toy to let it get away.
Finally it didn’t run anymore. Sheba finally let Buford have it. Just like a bossy child, the toy is broken now, you can have it.
It’s been a hot summer as usual. Sheba and Buford have been working, staying in the shade as much as possible. Each night I put them in a pen with 3 ewes and 3 lambs in it. This evening Sheba laid at the gate by the driveway and refused to come when I called her to “go home”. Ummmm…… Nope.
Listen to your dogs! Don’t scold and force them when they are clearly telling you something.
Obviously Sheba wanted in the front field across the driveway. Why? I have no idea. Little Ringo and his girls are in the front field, I close them up in a spacious night pen. So I put her in there with them. Tomorrow morning I’ll take Buford to join her and they can play in that field.