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Baymule
Herd Master
Finally got 1 1/2”of rain over several days. Dry lotting the sheep to let the grass get a head start. They don’t like it. Since I was in the field lopping off thistle blooms and seed heads, I put Buford out on the field. He ran around for awhile, then laid in the shade cast by the mule. That way he could watch me. I filled 2 big leaf bags and took them to the trash can. I dragged them out of the mule and dropped them by the can.
I took an iced tea break, got 2 more bags and went back in the field.
Buford told me he wanted to go back to work. He went to the gate, screaming sheep on the other side. Plainly, he wanted in.
Finally he sat down and looked at me.
No Buford, come on out back on the field with me. He did, but only because I wouldn’t put him in with the sheep. They are his work, they are his friends, they are his family and every cell in his body tells him to take care of them.
I drove around the field, stopping to cut and bag thistles. In big patches, I cut the engine off. Buford finally got curious, sniffing the seat, scented with Carson. Carson happily rode with me to take the first 2 bags to the trash can. Buford put his feet on the floorboard, cautiously sniffing the seat. I praised him, patted the seat and he climbed up in the seat! He got down, I praised him some more. I patted the seat and asked him to get up. I got in the back seat. He got in again, sat on the seat and actually stayed a little while. This is the first time he has ever done this. Good boy!
I filled 2 more bags. Pretty much got all the thistle heads lopped off in the middle field. I asked Buford if he wanted to go to work and he ran to the gate, big happy face!
I took an iced tea break, got 2 more bags and went back in the field.
Buford told me he wanted to go back to work. He went to the gate, screaming sheep on the other side. Plainly, he wanted in.
Finally he sat down and looked at me.
No Buford, come on out back on the field with me. He did, but only because I wouldn’t put him in with the sheep. They are his work, they are his friends, they are his family and every cell in his body tells him to take care of them.
I drove around the field, stopping to cut and bag thistles. In big patches, I cut the engine off. Buford finally got curious, sniffing the seat, scented with Carson. Carson happily rode with me to take the first 2 bags to the trash can. Buford put his feet on the floorboard, cautiously sniffing the seat. I praised him, patted the seat and he climbed up in the seat! He got down, I praised him some more. I patted the seat and asked him to get up. I got in the back seat. He got in again, sat on the seat and actually stayed a little while. This is the first time he has ever done this. Good boy!
I filled 2 more bags. Pretty much got all the thistle heads lopped off in the middle field. I asked Buford if he wanted to go to work and he ran to the gate, big happy face!
When will you get to see her?
TOTALLY worth the trip 
. I'd be happy with that. 
