Sheepdog Fail

For the past few weeks, the field opposite our house has played host to what we’re calling ‘sheepdog school’. Four or five dogs, all but one tied up waiting their turn, some rather pissed-off looking sheep, and a man with a piercing whistle, shouting endless instructions. It used to be held in the field further up the road, near the waterfall, but it has moved – perhaps those were the beginner sheep and these are the intermediate ones. If they’re the sheep I think they are, they certainly seem to like escaping.

The other day the other half was enjoying a cigarette and watching the show as usual. All the tied-up dogs were yipping and bouncing and doing the sheepdog equivalent of sticking their hand in the air and shouting ‘please sir, me sir, I know the answer sir, ask me sir’ while their hapless classmate went through its routines. The field is hilly, so depending on where they are, you don’t always get such a good view, and on this occasion all the other half could make out of its progress was this:

‘Come by, Robbie, come by, steady, steady, come by phweeeep come on, steady, steady, steeeeeeady Robbie, come by phwip phwip phwip, Robbie!*’

Followed by

‘Now then. Where have the bloody sheep gone?’

*actual words may have varied. I don’t speak sheepdog, but that’s sort of what it sounds like

8 Responses to Sheepdog Fail

  1. Flighty says:

    It’s likely that the sheep have all been rustled! xx

  2. Jo says:

    Some dogs have it… others, well, don’t

  3. disgruntled says:

    Flighty – assuming they were there at the start, that would be a daring sheep rustling raid
    Jo – it’s not just dogs, either

  4. Jo says:

    That’s what I keep telling the OH about her cat but she refuses to listen

  5. disgruntled says:

    Of course cats can’t fail because they never try. Too laid back…

  6. john says:

    Now then. Where have the bloody sheep gone?

    They have moved down to wales, where they are more

  7. disgruntled says:

    it’s a long walk…

  8. […] I rode out I stopped for a while to watch the progress of sheepdog school, and then I wandered on, down the road and over the river, noticing at all the melancholy signs […]

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