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A bit too much healthy exercise....
I pilated this morning, and was apparently a little distracted by the thought of seeing the pooch as I drove back up the lane: we went straight out again to poo pick the field, and Mike said "I don't think those sheep are supposed to be there..." I apparently left the gate by our house open, and they'd taken this as a cue to come through, go all around our school, in our orchard-to-be, in Milo's field, and generally all over the place. We managed to get them all back to either around our school or in the orchard-to-be, and I got the latter lot through the gate then went and shooed the others over towards the gate. Unfortunately, when we opened the gate, the second lot decided not to go through it and instead some of their mates came and joined them. So we repeated the whole process, at which point Jodie decided that she didn't want to miss out on the fun and navigated her way around through the various gates she can squeeze under to join us....
She was actually surprisingly helpful, because she's got pretty good at sit and stay now, so we used her as a fixed scary object to stop the sheep from going in the wrong direction. Somewhat tiring, though.
This afternoon, we went on a nice long walk that Mike's been contemplating for a while. It was almost entirely lovely, up and down the other end of our valley:
And then we got to almost the end, and I realised that we were about to go down the footpath of doom, which I so need to cross off on our map of the area: it's got three (four?) very high, stock-fenced stiles in quick succession, and we were going uphill so that Jodie couldn't manage any of them on her own, and then ends up in an entirely overgrown field full of thistles and brambles, which at least has the advantage at this time of year of being a bit flattened down. And there was cow poo, which Jodie kindly brought home for us to enjoy. Bleh.
She won't be doing any stiles this time next week: her spaying is booked in for next Wednesday, and I think she'll be a bit too tender for scrabbling and leaping for a little while afterwards. Which does, given the bloody sheep are still in the hay field, mean I'm a little worried about finding short walks for her to do while she gets better. Hopefully, she'll recover quickly.
She was actually surprisingly helpful, because she's got pretty good at sit and stay now, so we used her as a fixed scary object to stop the sheep from going in the wrong direction. Somewhat tiring, though.
This afternoon, we went on a nice long walk that Mike's been contemplating for a while. It was almost entirely lovely, up and down the other end of our valley:
And then we got to almost the end, and I realised that we were about to go down the footpath of doom, which I so need to cross off on our map of the area: it's got three (four?) very high, stock-fenced stiles in quick succession, and we were going uphill so that Jodie couldn't manage any of them on her own, and then ends up in an entirely overgrown field full of thistles and brambles, which at least has the advantage at this time of year of being a bit flattened down. And there was cow poo, which Jodie kindly brought home for us to enjoy. Bleh.
She won't be doing any stiles this time next week: her spaying is booked in for next Wednesday, and I think she'll be a bit too tender for scrabbling and leaping for a little while afterwards. Which does, given the bloody sheep are still in the hay field, mean I'm a little worried about finding short walks for her to do while she gets better. Hopefully, she'll recover quickly.