It has to do with the beasts that, through no fault of their own, (ok, Poe is a little at fault) are the torture devices of my border collies.
I used to never have a problem with my dogs and cats.
Old Bob and the dogs that came before him, couldn't care less about the cats.
Bob would like me to clarify that he never chooses to snuggle with the cats but sometimes, when he wakes up from his old dog naps, Poe is just there.
Laddie was the first of my dogs to have an issue.
He obsessively lays down whenever there is a cat around.
I think it's the only way he knows how to control his urge.
The urge to just have a little taste.
Then there is Hemp.
Really, there are no words to describe his obsession.
He needs therapy.
Now Ford is starting to show he'd like to join in the family business.
So far the cats still have him under control but he spends alot of time talking about it when he's in his crate.
And then there is Try.
He doesn't care about the cats he just wants sheep.
Thank Goodness for Try.