Since Watcher’s pretty much grown now, we’ve discussed a few times whether we ought to get him a playmate. He (voluntarily) spends a lot of time outside tending to his duties as Farm Alarm, but I’m sure he must get a little lonely being out there by himself. Supervising thirteen sheep, the local rabbits, and the occasional herd of cows next door is a lot of responsibility for one dog, after all.
Mira apparently heard there was an opening in the dog department and decided to apply, as part of her I Want Back In The House campaign. I went out to put the sheep up this evening, and she was out of the field running around the yard with Watcher. She didn’t seem at all scared of him, and he seemed happy to have her there. He was very eagerly teaching her how to bark at sheep by running around faster than my camera could catch without blurring.
“Pay attention! Barking hysterically is the most important part of being a dog!”
“Why? Nobody pays any attention to you. Seems kind of pointless to me.”
“What!? Barking, pointless?? Are you sure you’re a dog? You smell like that baby sheep that cried all the time and took over my house a few months ago…”
“Nope! I’m a dog! Definitely a dog! Dogs live in the house, right? Yup, I’m a dog.”
“I’m a dog now, Mommy! I ran and played with the other dog and everything! Now you have to let me sleep in the house.”
She was not terribly impressed to be summarily scooped up and plopped back on the sheep side of the fence. She may be incredibly cute and ridiculously spoiled, but unless she suddenly develops the ability to be housebroken, she’s not moving back in the house. I cleaned up after her quite enough for one lifetime when she was a lamb, thank you very much.
My back was not terribly impressed by the scooping up, either. I think Mira’s finally hit her growth spurt, she’s getting a lot bigger and looking more mature. I’ve even seen her butting Lady back when Lady tries to push her around. I’m glad she’s finally starting to catch up, but I’m still not going to breed her till next fall, at the earliest. I’m not so glad that she’s learned to jump fences, but then Duchess could clear a five foot fence at three months old, so I don’t know why I’m surprised.