I got started quite young “freelance” herding sheep and horses around a farm in Nevada. Some people might call what I was doing “chasing” rather than herding. Whatever the humans want to call it, it was fun. I learned that nipping a large animal’s ankles moves them along quite nicely. Now that I live in the suburbs and my name has been changed from “Lone Ranger” to “Lawn Ranger,” it’ different. It’s so hard to find any livestock to boss around. There are so few ankles to nip! The fields around here and far and few between, there are more statues of animals than real ones, including a lawn deer that I (so embarrassing) mistook for a real deer and barked at.
My humans seem to have access to a few horses, but I’m not allowed to “work” them. I have to stay a certain distance and hear “heel” and “out” a lot. I have to sit and watch boring activities like “brushing the horse,” if only they understood that I’m a cowboy and could really help them to get those horses running!
I am happy to say that occasionally we drive to Paicines and there’s a ranch there where I have a chance to chase, I mean herd, some goats and sheeps around a circular pen. There are rules that I’ve yet to figure out, but at least I’m keeping my skills up.
See my photo gallery for a few shots of me in action…well, I’ve still got to figure out how to create this.