Pedro is more of a general-purpose farm-dog and having a little helper is as much of a trial as a boon. But there is nothing like showing another what you do to make you realise what a full and interesting life you lead.
Marley has come to stay for a couple of weeks while Alison and Dan have a little respite in Spain, he is ten months old and curious and learning to be good.
The sheep took one look at Marley, from a distance and on a lead, and withdrew to the uppermost margin of the field where they gathered, in a defensive formation, ready to stamp their feet and advance as one, heads low, armed for butting, should he approach — they understand dogs completely, especially young ones.
Pedro looked askance at their reaction — the sheep have ignored him for years, ever since the day when he had been placed to block their way — he held his ground like a good dog should and each of them, in turn, jumped over him!
I am taking them for a walk to wear out the youngster but something strange has happened to Pedro — he is in mentor-mode.
He shows Marley the ropes — the fences, the hedges, the tracks. He shows him all the holes in the fences where the foxes and the badgers come in — he doesn’t have to explain, he just shows him how to sniff them and, by golly, he’s got a good nose!
He sees, with his nose, where the badgers get in from the rain forest-
and what they have done to the pasture — this is the time of the year when the badgers scratch off the turf to feed-up on worms and grubs before winter.
He shows him where the toadstools grow.
(No Sue, my last blog had nothing to do with mushrooms, magic or otherwise)
And now we’re going home for tea and a nice lie down — Pedro looks tired, it’s a big responsibility.