Truly, honestly, the only thing I wanted for Mother's Day was to spend a lazy day at home, soaking up the sun, not doing any chores, and drinking a beer whenever I pleased. And guess what, friendy friends? No, not "I have a drinking problem" (although sure, that might be an answer...but focus). My wish came true! And it was everything I hoped it could be (read: spectacular).
Of course, as you may have gathered or known already, relaxing is not relaxing for me. Doing something interesting is relaxing for me (it's an illness, I know). So on Sunday, because the chickens have just now started spending all their waking hours outdoors...
and the dogs have been behaving like this:
You see, we can't make three Australian Shepherds not interested in a flock of living creatures. We just can't. That would be like telling your brain not to say "collaborate and listen" every time someone hollers "stop!". Just not gonna happen. Instead, we're going to (please say a prayer) channel that energy into something that's useful for us: the dogs doing the work of moving the chickens so we can continue to do the not-work of drinking. In the sun. Leaning against things.
|please note beer can in left hand|
Here's Chevy, a 10 month old Aussie shepherd/cattle dog cross. This is her very first time working a herd of anything. Notice her intense gaze but respectful distance off the birds. (Does it make you feel uncomfortable when I talk fancy like that?) Alternate commentary: Notice how she and Tommy are perfecting their remarkable tandem dancing technique. They're a shoe-in for first place in the Daddy/doggy Ballroom competition.
|"Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt. It is so big"|
p.s. This was Cecilia's self-appointed chair during these shenanigans. I swear, she is the quirkiest, most entertaining baby you will ever meet. She's wearing a jacket because it had started raining earlier but she refused to come inside. "A-side! A-side!" she insisted. Love...
After Chevy, it was Tuff's turn. Now, Tuff is six years old and was not raised by us. You know that thing about not teaching old dogs new tricks? Well, we just got him back in August and although he is a "good" dog, he pretty much doesn't give a crap what we say if he has his eye on something. Usually it's deer. Sometimes it's a bagel. On Sunday, it was these chickens.
Finally, it was time for Ranger to give it a try. He's a full brother from the same litter as our female, Chevy and is a cuddly love-bug of a dog. Again, it's a little hard to tell what's going on from the photos, but I can promise you that when this lesson was over, Ranger received no fewer than six thousand puppy treats, a fully body massage and a special love song composed and sung by my dear husband.
So there it is folks- the most super countrified Mother's Day a person could possibly imagine. And I loved every minute of it!