This winter kept dragging along. Every day was the same. Get up, and go for a walk with Mom. I loved my walks, but they weren't long enough and there wasn't really anywhere in the marina to go. Then we'd come home and she would make our breakfast. After that,
She would work on the boat on anything that needed to be done. Then it was lunchtime. I'd take a nap. Then in the evening we'd go for another walk or sometimes to one of the parks, then dinner, then eventually bed. Lather, rinse, repeat. Every day. We couldn't go anywhere on the boat. The engine was all torn apart until they fix it. So here we sit.
Mom was starting to wonder if I lost all my farm dog qualities. I use to do the Border Crawl, but she says that I haven't done that in 3 or 4 months. Have I lost my edge? Have I lost my herding dog instinct? Dad was talking to Benny's Dad. Benny is an Australian
Shepherd that lives almost at the end of our dock. He's a nice dog. I think he likes me, too. Anyway, he was telling Dad about herding dog training. There's one here in Fort
Pierce. He's never been there either. We went to see what it was all about this weekend.
They have sheep and ducks to herd. I went and looked at the sheep, but they were all staring at me. I was scared. Then they made try to herd them for a few minutes to kind of test me. I didn't want to go anywhere near them. I was supposed to follow Mara, the helper dog. Dad came with me. Then they tried
me with the ducks, I really didn't want to chase them either. What if they pinched my nose with their bills? That would hurt! Next week we're going to come back to see if I have the instinct. Then we'll know.