Before going to bed last night, I set six mousetraps in six plant pots, with napkins laid over the traps.
And what did Ms SadieSue do?
She stole all the napkins and chewed them up, and carried several of the traps off the step and down onto the lawn.
But she didn’t dig up the pansies.
Yesterday the boys brought over about nine cattle and unloaded them into the pasture. What would Sadie do? Would she bark at and chase them, or would she accept them as belonging here and, even better, think of them as part of her responsibility to guard her territory?
I leaned on the wooden part of the fence (the rest is an electric wire) as she followed the herd at a distance, occasionally sitting to watch their progress through the long green grass. They turned on her once, rushing as a group toward her, and she retreated.
As usual, I was in and out of the house all afternoon. The next time I stepped out, Duckie was with me and the cattle were approaching the barn. The little shit raced toward them, barking, and so Sadie followed suit, both of them ignoring my calls to stop, and the cattle turned and trotted back out to the pasture.
So we shall see. Occasionally Sadie jumps up and rushes out, making noise, when I first exit the back door. It’s almost as if she’s showing me that she’s doing something, scaring something off. “The Queen approacheth. Make way! Make way!”
We’re hoping, since she looks like some Australian cattle dogs, that she’ll have the instinct to guard the bovine beasties and that the occupation will keep her busy so she’ll be less destructive around the yard. And leave my friggin’ flowers alone.