OK. I give up. What did you REALLY want me to DO with those sheep? I think this is what’s called “2 strikes.” Yup. Sheep- 2. PON -0.
We drove a little over an hour. And we got there early – so I could have another poop before I went in the pen. My human wanted to be SURE I was completely ready for those sheep. I delivered as expected and off we went to see the sheep.
I went in the pen with the three sheep. It was a gorgeous day – so we couldn’t blame anything on rain this time. My human hobbled in the pen with me – broken toe and all.
And did I even LOOK at the sheep? Nope. I stuck to my human like glue initially, and then just stood like I was stuffed in the middle of the ring. I watched a border collie move some sheep outside and then I watched my human try to move the sheep. She didn’t do such a great job either. But I just stood there. And all the coaxing, begging and praying could NOT make me go near those sheep. The judge lady didn’t even give us our full 5 minutes. She said I wasn’t interested. So my human hobbled out with me. I was quite happy to leave.
So the saying goes – three strikes and you’re out. But my human is thinking that two strikes in my case is probably enough. I’ll stick to obedience and rally. Speaking of which – Team Bark is reuniting for another competition. In November, Frodo and I will again be joining our buddies Goro and Chimo for another Team competition. I had better start practicing. At least I don’t need sheep to do it. Actually, MAYBE if we GOT some sheep, I could learn to move them. Nah. I’ll stick with rabbits. And cats. And porcupines. And leaves.
© Linda Wozniak
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