While I am easing into the morning, Sage follows Brett around while he feeds the horses. About the time Brett starts cleaning the first pasture, I am outside. Sage is waiting for me on the porch and stays at my side while I muck the long pasture and then check on the garden.
Then I head into the house for breakfast and Sage heads off, with Kersey, to find squirrels.
The other morning I was at the far end of the long pasture with Sage by my side and Brett was finishing up in the front pasture. He called Sage — which is highly unusual. I wondered why. Sage glanced at me quickly and then she was off;
all the way down the pasture to the gate
where there is an opening for her to exit,
across the bridge,
past the chicken run,
skidded around the corner, continued past the pasture and the barn, reaching Brett between the round pen and the agility arena.
Next, I saw Bear walking down the pathway between the goat area and the agility arena. He was on the wrong side of the fence and his goat buddies were watching enviously...until Sage arrived. Bear had slipped out of the pasture behind Brett when he pulled the muck cart out and had ignored Brett’s efforts to get him to go back inside. Sage went to work. She leapt around Bear, barking and crouching and wagging her tail like mad. Bear tried to head-butt her and then gave up. Brett opened the pasture gate and Sage herded Bear into the pasture.
Maybe I’ll enroll Sage in a herding class when she finishes obedience training. Something tells me she would enjoy it.