There are some moments you don’t want to come to an end. That was the case on this particular afternoon when I spotted Birdie sitting so stately on a hilltop (and I was nearby enough with the camera). She sat there for some time, glancing around, watching the horizon. When she was satisfied she rose and made her way back toward the sheep. Who knows at what particular point a guardian dog is satisfied but when they decide they are, they get on with it and go.
I think I could spend a lifetime moving from moment to moment of being with dogs but not influencing them. Of observing what they’re up to rather than interacting with them all the time. Birdie knew I was there, but having been raised with sheep and not with me she makes decisions on the level of interaction and most times wants none. The Kelpies of course are so vastly different. I can rarely get a moment of being with them without influencing them. As a result of living together and of their bred-for purpose, they are tuned into what I do, and I to what they do.
I used to feel poorly that the guardian dogs did not get loads of attention and interaction with us but now I recognize that attention and life with people is not automatically a superior life. They have a life with a pack they can understand, they carry out their purpose daily. I could argue that the Kelpies are worse off with having to navigate my inconsistencies and misunderstandings and while my Kelpies have a work load they were bred for, they still only fulfill that purpose when I need it.
Yet when it comes full circle I wouldn’t wish for it be that much different. So maybe it just boils down to how extremely fortunate we are to have this life with dogs of such varying purpose and function. And so maybe I’ll stick to feeling grateful for both types of dogs because even though it’s been aggravatingly frustrating and brutally painful at times, my life is certainly richer with them in it and all I can hope for is that the reverse holds true for them.
