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My Dog, My Hero

I love my dog. Well, I love all three of my dogs. But Ladybug is my hero. She knows exactly what I need, when. She is such a helpmate.

I had to get the cows out of the rye field. They only need to stay in for an hour or so. Otherwise, they eat too much. I guess it's like what happens when a child eats an entire box of candy in one sitting. It's not pretty. So I went out to drive them through the gate. A simple task under normal circumstances. It isn't a big field and we only have 27 cows and calves, plus one large bull.

Ladybug and Sunshine went with me. Little guy was too busy trying to find a rabbit or anything small enough for him to chase. That was fine. The girls and I headed the cows in the right direction. All was well until I realized the cows weren't going through the gate. Why? I asked them. I got no answer. They just stood there, eating. I finally got it. (Hey, I am blonde, you know!) The gate was closed. Someone (it wasn't me) hadn't propped it open and it had closed. It never occurred to me to check it. Next time it will.

By the time I got through the throng of cows to open the gate, they had turned and headed in the opposite direction. To the other side of the field. Far, far away from the gate. I was not a happy camper. Of course, I am never a happy camper but that's another story entirely. Here it's just a phrase to indicate my displeasure.

I started after them and got them turned around. Ladybug and Sunshine manned the sides to create an alley. The cows were in no hurry. In fact, they were almost at a standstill. I was not pleased. I was aggravated. I informed the cows that I was in no mood for this, this...ignoring me entirely! Ladybug must have felt sorry for me. Maybe she knew I was about to lose it and yell at the cows. I know. It would be pointless but I might've felt better. I didn't need to worry about it. I have no idea what she said. Her comments were a little more detailed that her normal command to the cows. Those cows got it in gear and vacated that pasture -- right away. That ran toward the gate. It was comical.

Needless to say, my girls got lots of pats and a cookie. Ladybug especially. She's my hero.
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