Monday, June 14, 2010

Roxie Flunks!

When Your Dog Herds the Wrong Animal… With Style.

We took Roxie, our 2-year-old English Shepherd, to a herding clinic on Saturday. Now, the idea was to see if she had any natural instinct to herd. Turns out, she does! Just… not the right species.

The clinic was held in a muddy field, because of course it was—Mother Nature apparently got the memo that I was planning to be outside and responded with, “Release the monsoon!” So there I was, squelching through ankle-deep muck in the pouring rain, while Roxie stared blankly at the sheep like they were beige statues.

No spark. No drive. No "I am Dog, hear me herd!" Nope.

But then—then!—a trained border collie stepped into the ring to keep the sheep from scattering like popcorn in a microwave, and that is when Roxie came alive.

She didn’t herd the sheep. Oh no. She herded the herder.

She went full gladiator mode. Dropped into position like a furry linebacker and started intercepting the border collie with surgical precision. Blocked every move. Anticipated every pivot. And just to seal the deal, she ran right over its head. Gracefully. Like a linebacker crossed with a ballerina. On caffeine.

The border collie was stunned. You could see it thinking, “Wait, I’m the professional here! Who let the intern off-leash?”

I stood there, mouth open, trying to decide if I should be horrified, proud, or start selling tickets.

The instructor—who, to her everlasting credit, managed not to double over laughing—watched the whole thing and said, “Well. That’s a first.” Apparently in all her years of herding instruction, she had never seen a dog invent a new event: "Competitive Border Collie Herding."

Did she tell me to take Roxie home and try something easier, like synchronized napping? Nope. She gave me some solid advice on redirecting Roxie's laser focus to the actual livestock and not the employee of the month. Honestly, I was just impressed she didn’t hand me a refund and a participation ribbon with a sheepish smile.

Meanwhile, where was my video camera to capture this herding clinic hi-jinks? Oh, just a quarter-mile away. In the truck. With my husband. Who, being smarter than both Roxie and me that day, stayed dry and cozy while I stood ankle-deep in muddy sheep business, soaking wet and slightly humiliated.

Roxie may have flunked her first herding test, but she passed her audition for most creative interpretation of the assignment with flying colors.

Next time, if there is one… we bring the camera. And an umbrella. And maybe a therapist for that poor border collie.

Now here's something you don't see everyday - One of the other dogs attending was defending his owner from the sheep so the instructor had her put the dog up on one of them so he would see they weren't killer sheep. Now that's the first time I've ever seen THAT - and someone did get a picture.This is Palmer and her dog Shep, with Becky the instructor. Sorry, I don't know the name of the sheep, but she looks less than thrilled about the whole idea of training for a new circus act.


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1 comment:

Delirious said...

That's a great story! My neighbor has a dog that she would like to train for search and rescue but it's so expensive, and my neighbor would have to pass a fitness test. It's too bad, because the dog is amazing.