Tuesday, March 27, 2012
It's nice to know I'm still trainable. Sheila has persevered, even though she probably thinks I'm a little slow on the uptake, and I've finally learned the program to her satisfaction. Unless it is raining, in which case she is right there at the door banging to be let in, when it is her turn to get up on the stand we must play The Game. I stand in the doorway and call her name. There is a short wait and then she peeks her head around the corner. This gives me hope. I coax, I plead, I demand. She just looks at me. She pulls her head back. I cuss. Sheila peeks again. Okay, fine. We move on in The Game. I grab the lead rope and head after her. She no longer roams all over the pen (it's a big pen) as she found out I lost interest easily and quit playing, and that wasn't any fun for her. Now we play her version of Ring-Around-the-Rosy. She ambles all the way around the barn, me trailing after her (usually muttering something about danged goats). When she gets to the milking room door, she stops and looks back over her shoulder as if to say, "I win! Now come on, we've got work to do." I swear that girl can smile. Wanna play?