Murphy and I had a solid lesson this morning. Herding sheep is a vast and complex endeavour. There are so many changing variables that cannot be controlled with a singular approach. I see herding as a dance with my dog. The music is the sheep. They are the ones who determine the rhythm and style. We decide what the movement is going to look like. Is today going to be a slow waltz, a classical ballet or a samba?
Today started more like a samba, or maybe a tarantella. The movement never stopped. Away!, Come by!, Lie Down, Away!, Lie Down!, Come by, WSHT!, WSHT!, Go get them Muprh! And then the music slowed to a Tango. Away, Lie down, walk on, lie down WSHT! lie down, come, lie down walk on, lie down, walk on, right there, lie down... and then we were waltzing. For but a moment.
That'll do Murph. Good boy!
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