Nothing to do [o.pen]

[Fezzlynn]

The young collie lied on her back, the sheep grazing around her. She couldn't but to notice there was absolutely nothing to do. She wouldn't be taking in the sheep for hours, and the sun was hot, even as the middle of fall rolled on. The grass was fresh and springy from the recent rains and the air was warm and breezy. It was relaxing, but the border collie adolescence wanted to play, or do something actually, not just lay there like a dead dog.

Getting to her paws, she began moving among the sheep. They didn't look up to see her or say anything, not even the young ones. Their thick wholly coats made them hot and the air was even warmer among them then outside of the flock. She noticed this when the air was actually quite chilly when she reached the end. Shaking her head as if her ears were filled with water, she turned around and started barking. Come on, move it! You guys will over heat if you don't! Bandit barked, her voice ringing through the air and then being picked up by a gust of wind.

Soon, she had the flock moving and when they all stopped, she began spreading them apart a little bit. Move or you'll die of heat! Terror filled their eyes as they heard the collie speak the words, and they began whispering nervously. When she ordered them to move, they all stared at her. She lunged and barked, and after the heat got bad again, they moved apart. Panting, she layed down, satisfied. There, better, she said, panting hard. Laying her head down, she allowed her eyes to close half way, but didn't sleep.

[rzrscythe]

Massive mitts fell silently upon the thick-carpeted loam beneath, moist and humid, dew rolling between furry toes. Tongue lolled gently out the right side of the giant’s mouth, white teeth glistening in the sun. Ears perked at the sharp commands coming from Bandit, smile pulled taut velveteen kissers. Tassel swung, pushing a bothersome fly away.

Mitts carried him closer to the young collie. Sigh pushing the breath from his lung’s. “Afternoon Bandit. Tending to the sheep going well?” Settling his rump on the grass, front legs pushed down, belly brushed gently against the grass.

[Fezzlynn]

Bandit opened her eyes fully as she saw Mo approach. SHe lsitened to him talk and then yawned and got up. Everything's fine. They were almost overheating themselves so I had to spread them up a bit but all's going well. Suddenly, the collie's ears popped up, and her hackles rose. Guard teh sheep! I hear something, and it isn't Miss! I'm gonig to invesagate!

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Motyo's wary pawsteps were growing slow and tired. her eyes drooped and her tail dragged. The only thing that kept her gonig was the fact she was on someone else's home and she was in the open. yawning, she moved on.

Suddenly, a weight landed on her, adn a snarl from above made her regret this. Why are you on my land, and why are you comnig to hunt my sheep, black dog! Motyo wasn't scared, but she just didn't have any strength to fight thi yonuger dog off. Relaxing her body, she allowed the dog to pin her down without a fight. Sighing, she finally talked, I'm lost, and I smelled cattle. Sweet, familiar smell of cattle... her voice trailed and she scrambled up as the dog let her free. Shaking herself with relief, she watched as the dog eyed her suspiciously. I am a cattle dog...I was just ehre to ask if tyou needed one...