The sheep farmer and her Border Collies
It has been nearly a year since Alex died. I have been thinking about adopting a puppy. I told a woman who knows me well that I was considering getting a Border Collie so that “there would be one female in the house who listens to me.” She said “Border Collies are too high energy and they bark and they’ll run after small children, thinking that they are sheep, and nip them. You don’t have enough physical strength and energy to keep up with a Border Collie.”
A friend said “Go visit my friend Betty; she has a lot of experience with the breed.” So we went over today to see the woman on a 20-acre sheep farm. Three Border Collies approached the car but did not bark. Before we walked out to a field with Betty, she put some cramp-ons on her boots. “I had polio and still have some weakness in my legs,” she explained while walking over the solid sheet of ice leading to the gate. Once inside the pasture, she demonstrated using a whistle and a few voice commands to have the 11-year-old dog work four sheep. Then it was the turn of a 6-year-old bitch. Finally she showed us how she was training an 8-month-old puppy.
At least three times during the meeting I asked questions and she sharply reminded me that she’d already answered it during a phone conversation over the weekend.
As it happens, we’re friends with Robin, one of Betty’s neighbors, so we dropped by to see how her greenhouse was doing. We mentioned that we’d seen Betty and her Border Collies. Robin said “That’s really a lot of farm for an 82-year-old woman to run by herself.”
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