Mom has been having adventures without Boo and me.

I can’t say I really wanted to be with her on those treks.

First, two of the cows on the place figured out how to jump into the dry canal, and scrabble out onto the other side—which happens to belong to someone else.

Then they ran here and there and everywhere.

The Rancher’s Wife came down to help—horse and three cow dogs.  In about 20 minutes, the cows were up, the gates secure, the horse and dogs loaded up and headed up the road to home.

Mom says Cow Horses and Cow Dogs are amazing to watch.  And the rancher, herself.

Then the next morning, one of the horses that lives with us.  Decided she needed a boyfriend and jumped clear over the fence into the cows.
Guess what —No Boyfriend there.

That took Mom to walk T’Atat and LaVerne into the barn/corral and Dad to come behind with Glory.

Of course, nothing is ever E.A.S.Y, but still everyone got in and fed and watered—whew!

I heard Mom and Dad talking about everything when they came into the house.

I told Boo Berry what they said.  Boo Berry…our fearsome, Austrian Shepherd sighed with relief,  “I’m so glad, I’m not a cow dog.”

I just stared at her.  Really, I thought.  Your breed IS cow dog.

Oh, well.

TLC