Formal Introductions

Like a wife and a mistress the sheep and the dogs have known of each other's existence but they have never " met" in real life. Sheep by definition are thick characters who have a talent for banging into things when upset. Dogs often like to chase thick characters who bump into things.
It's the way of the world.
Anyhow, I've gotten a little tired of putting the ewes in the lower field when the dogs arrive in the upper, so today, I thought it time that the two factions finally met.
The dogs split up as they entered the field. The Welsh terriers skipped around in lazy circles, George  tottered off on his own in the hopeful search for eggs and Winnie stood quietly by the gate, watching everything with her sad little piggy eyes.
The sheep had no idea who to go to first.

.....they finally faced off George to start.

I suppose it was a case of pick on the little guy first. 

Now sheep are huge bluffers when it comes to confrontation. They stamp their sharp little hooves and sweep their horns menacingly but will try whenever possible  not to make contact with a threat unless it is moving. If you are small and run, you are likely to be butted

George, is no fool when it comes to confrontation. This is a product of being the lowest in the dog pack's pecking order all of his life. He did what he has done for the past seven and a half years when faced with a threat.. He quietly ignored it and pretended to be interested in something else.

The ewes watched him carefully as he pottered around sniffing absently at the daisies then decided to change tack to face off the Welsh who continued to skip around in circles like excited psychiatric patients at a asylum disco .

Meg backs off

This was the danger point.  Excited dogs and bad tempered sheep , could prove disastrous if things were left to become silly, but I need not have worried. Meg, at almost nine backed off, letting William to run all goo-goo eyed around Sylvia and Irene for a minute or so until he too became bored. Luckily the sheep didn't bolt. Dogs love a chase.

Winnie steams in

And so this finally left Winnie.

Trotting like a pigmy hippo, she arrived on the scene ready for action, and unlike all of her pack mates, she was having non of this gently gently approach.

Winnie's approach to everything in life is to push her way into the centre of things, appear depressed and uninterested, and wait for a reaction

Think of Buster Keaton running right up to your face with an off stage trumpet of " TRAAAAAADAAAA," as way of fanfare and you will get where I am coming from..

It was the final straw for the two pea brained ewes. As I dished out the layers pellets to the chickens and filled the water feeders with fresh cool water, they put their heads down to graze as Albert walked past, and sniffed at them.

It was the right day for formal introductions.

An anticlimax all round.