In honor of “date night” Jake and I are going to see that movie Inglorious Basterds. It starts at 8pm. It takes 45 minutes to drive to the theater, located in another town.
In order to go to the movies, we have to put the chickens up. Do you know how challenging it is to herd 32 chickens back into their coop before they’re ready to do so? Well, let me just say that I’m REALLY glad we have Cowboy, a 9-year old border collie who cut his teeth herding cattle as a pup in Montana. Between the three of us — Jake, myself and Cowboy — we were able to corral the chickens in their coop in under 20 minutes. (Our other border collie Sunnie is pretty much useless…we think she was a romance novelist in another life.)
Indulge me as I go on for a moment about Cowboy: To herd cattle, border collies typically nip at a cow’s ankles. But Cowboy somehow knew that biting the birds would not go over very well. (It would be very bad, actually) Instead, he put the fear in them by assuming a super aggressive posture as he chased them back in the coop. He didn’t even growl. He was in dog heaven! He lives for this stuff.
Man, I’m so impressed with that dog, it hurts.
And now we can go to the movies. I feel like a real farmer now.
