My grandmother had a mutt named Shep. She raised chickens outside the small town I was raised in. To sell the eggs. As dusk fell, Grandma would tell Shep to put the chickens up...He herded them all in..would come sit and give her a huge smile....she would ask him..Did you get them all..off he would go..laughing out loud..running around the chicken house to make sure...back he would come...another huge grin..Grandma would shut the door to the hen house...Feed Shep...all was right with the world.
By the way, I don't recall seeing you on ATRW before but, I do miss things..WELCOME!
Yes -- I second that....welcome !!!!