Over a year ago now, Wally and I drove down to Myrtle Beach and picked up eleven sheep and a bunch of panels, a pen and a Maltese cross. Since then, the panels, etc. have been stacked up in various places on the property. I haven’t used them at all. I made eight panels myself and I have used those some, but not much. In fact, some of the lattice from the panels I made went into beautifying the milk parlor.
This morning, I hauled all of the panels, the Maltese cross and the pen down to where I’ve been working sheep. I set everything up, even the pen and it all looks great. Too bad I didn’t have my camera with me.
While I was setting up the pen, a man pulled up off the road and asked if I trained Border Collies. I wish I had a dollar for everyone who has stopped to ask me that since I’ve had the sheep out there. I told him no, that I didn’t want to stress my sheep by putting strange (untrained) dogs on them. If I could take in Border Collies for training and have them be as good as Split has been, I might consider it, but I know that wouldn’t be the case.
Three loads of wash are down and two are on the line. One is dried, folded and put away. I haven’t managed to get much else done, but the dogs are all tired and stretched out on the floor. I suppose I could go and run the vacuum a bit … or maybe not …