Often I have wondered if Scrappy-Doo would cut it as a cattle dog. If, at some level, he knows that those animals which tower over him are at his command should he ever be loosed upon them.
I have to wonder no more. This weekend we went for a drive. I stopped to take some pictures of a herd of cattle that were about 100 yards away. I figured scrappy would hang with me.
I was wrong.
Took off like a shot after those cows. What was once a calm and peaceful progression of bovines quickly became a dust cloud of running beef products.
Thankfully he listens pretty well, and was soon trotting happily back towards the truck. A sense of accomplishment seemed to be radiating out of him… or maybe that was just my imagination.
I guess he did get the heeler instincts after all. :)