Moss penned sheep today. We didn’t plan on doing that, but there are new Rambouillets in the flock now and they are not used to going in the small holding pen. Doc and I simply couldn’t get them in so I left them in the working pen along with three “good” sheep. (Meaning more dog-broke sheep.)
Naturally they wouldn’t stay with the good sheep so I drove the quiet ones to the other side of the pen with Moss and thought I’d try to get the wild woolies in the little pen. He was like a little black cutting horse and persuaded the wild ones to go through the gate.
WHAT A BOY!!!