a July 4th, 2011

  1. Celebrate the 4th of July — Let’s Herd

    July 4, 2011 by myeye

    Today our Naughty Nola met sheep for the first time.  When we got to Robert’s place at about 8:00, we saw a sea of mud — it rained up there.  I got Holmes and Nola out of the car and we started up toward the pens.  Ellen and the farm Aussie moved sheep from the night pens to the working pens.  Nola saw SHEEP — she froze, her ears quivered, and she never took her eyes off of them.  That’s a good start, but what would she think when she was in a small field with them (the round arena was simply muck and not usable)?

    We’d soon find out.

    . . . and here is her first encounter in the field:

    We went back in about 45 minutes later and she had another wonderful round with some lighter sheep. The bigger field, combined with lighter sheep, and a dog-with-no-legs was not as successful. However, what we learned about Nola is that she has tremendous eye and controls the sheep by staring them down. She does the Border Collie Crouch (must have inherited it from her dad). She’ll have to learn to go out and come around to pick up the sheep and fetch them to the person. She seems to understand driving. As you can see in the beginning of the video, she was wearing (moving back and forth) behind the sheep to keep them moving.

    For this second video, I was in the middle of the field — and it did not distract the puppy at all.  She was there for a reason — SHEEP!

    This has repercussions for Holmes.  He’s not been all that enthusiastic since his first couple of trips up to Robert’s.  He has the been there, done that attitude.  I think I’m going to let him track and do Rally for now — he loves both — then we’ll check out the livestock again in six months or a year.  In the meantime, Naughty Nola has found her avocation.  I can live with that.


  2. Nonetheless, It Is Our Country

    July 4, 2011 by myeye

    I grow weary of the almost-armed conflict among factions within the United States, I am amazed by people’s failure to accept responsibility for their own actions, I am disheartened by the lack of tolerance exhibited by so many of our citizens.  Nonetheless it is my country and here I am afforded opportunity that I would not have anywhere else, here I am free to believe as I wish and to publicly bemoan those things that I find abhorrent.  Here I am free to change — myself, the laws, the trends.  Happy Birthday America . . . and many more.

    This is the flag that waves outside of  the Federal Courthouse in Albuquerque.  I still want to believe that Justice prevails in that building.