This happened on one of my trips to Wimpole Hall, when I was about six months old. We arrived in the car park and my biped started to put on her coat. She hadn’t let me out of the car, I made a noise to tell her that I needed to get out in a hurry. She asked, “Can’t you wait until I’ve changed into my wellington boots?”
I fidgeted to show how urgent it was that I get out. She came and opened the back and clipped my lead on and allowed me to get out. I immediately started sniffing around very excitedly. My biped told me to sit. She said I had to wait while she changed into her boots, as the ground was very wet after all the rain we’d had. She put the car keys in her pocket and she got her boots out of the car, while holding onto my lead with one hand.
I sat quite still while she took one shoe off and put a boot on. Then she took the other shoe off and at that moment two goats trotted by. I immediately got up and started running after them. My biped was taken by surprise. She had no choice but to run behind me, clinging onto the lead, with only one boot on.
Goats? They shouldn’t be in the car park! From Wikimedia Commons
The goats were getting away! I tried to run faster, but my biped had other ideas. She suddenly shouted ever so loudly, “Clowie, sit!” She never shouts at me, so I was quite startled and I sat almost immediately. Then I remembered that I wanted to catch up with the goats and I started to get back up, but by this time my biped was in front of me blocking my view. She again told me to sit.
We stayed there for a minute or two, until I stopped trying to get up and follow the goats. Then we headed back towards the car – and my biped’s second boot! Two men came hurrying towards us and asked, “Have you seen two goats come this way?”
My biped told them which field the goats had gone into and the men ran in that direction. We continued to the car. She picked up her boot and looked at her wet foot. She said it was probably a bit pointless putting the boot on now, but she did anyway and we went for our walk.
Later on when she was telling the story of our little adventure, she said that I’d made her get a wet foot. The male biped said, “That must have got your goat!”
They had a good laugh about that. It didn’t make any sense to me, but I like it when they laugh.
See you next Wednesday!
That’s a great story! Love it. Gorgeous dog! :O)
Thank you! I’m glad you liked it.
Cute story today Clowie 🙂 Good job listening to your female human biped!
Thank you! They’ve somehow managed to brainwash me with the ‘sit’ command! It’s the only request I obey without thinking first.
When I lived in HI last year … seen many goats. Good thing you sat down. Happy Wednesday. Lots of Golden Woofs, Sugar
We see lots more goats where we live now. We’ve even seen wild ones! Have a great day!
Even at six months you would sit rather than chase the goats anyway! Clowie – you are such a good dog and your bipeds are good trainers. Raffles is pretty good, but I’m not sure he’s that good, anyway he’d probably run in fear from the goats!
I think chasing the goats would have been more fun, but I was slowed down by the biped clinging to my lead and I somehow can’t resist when they say ‘sit’! I’m sure Raffles, the bodyguard, wouldn’t be frightened of some goats, woof!
Well done you Clowie! Very impressed that you could control that primal urge at such a young age.
Thank you! I think it would have been a lot of fun to keep following those goats!
Ah, training trumps instinct! Good job by your biped, Clowie. It is tough to resist the urge to herd escaping goats. I think Brychwyn and Huxley would have listened as well as you did at six months if they saw escaping goats or sheep but even now, escaped squirrels and common birds like robins seem to need a great deal of their attention!
I think my bipeds have been quite sneaky with that ‘sit’ command. They have somehow conned me into obeying it automatically and it stops me from doing all sorts of things I’d rather be doing!
Oh Clowie how inconsiderate of you! Your biped could have done herself a terrible injury running around like that 😉 But how delicious…goat! You know they breed lively juicy goat on Ganymede, and its only a moon away!
She probably looked quite funny, but I was only concerned that she was slowing me down! I usually have chicken on the brain after talking to you, but it seems you’re thinking about chasing goats for a change!
Love it Clowie but don’t the Peeps always spoil our fun. I haven’t seen goats before. Have a wonderful week, see you next Wednesday xx00xx
Mollie and Alfie
Yes, they often spoil things. I’m sure you’d find goats fascinating and want to follow them!
Lucky you! You saw goats… I haven’t…
I suppose that’s because you live in the town. They are very interesting!
Yeap! You’re right.
LOL got your goat. Glad mum managed to hang onto your lead otherwise Lord knows. We have images of mum running wildly after you with one boot on. Have a wonderful Wednesday.
Best wishes Molly
Yes, she said that to run was the only way to keep her balance! She seemed to think it was my fault she had a wet foot!
BOL when typist is struggling to train her dog she always thinks back to you! A lovely story, and I saw one of you the other day!
Thank you, Basil. Were you able to say ‘hi’ to the doggy like me?
from a distance, the owner put it straight in her boot! (of the car)
Ha ha, I’m glad you clarified that!
But she was very impressed I knew the type of dog *proud ears*
I expect she was impressed. The guesses we hear most often are Samoyed or Newfoundland.
Well Clowie, I can’t blame you for wanting to see those goats up close – they are the same color as you – did you think they were your cousins maybe???
Kitty Hugs, Sammy
Hi Sammy. I think that Collies sometimes mistake me for a sheep – they try to herd me! The goats looked like they were going on an adventure and I wanted to join in.
Hahahaha! That’s the sort of thing I’d do too
The element of surprise always helps!
Oh, Clowie… doesn’t your human understand that goats are waaaay more important than boots?! Great story!
Thank you. I think she had to learn that the hard way!
Wow, you sure put out a good effort! Can’t believe she didn’t let you actually get one since you were so close!
I’m sure I could have caught up with them if I hadn’t had to tow her along!
HA! HA! HA! That’s a great story (although at the time I’m sure it wasn’t as funny).
Happy Wednesday!
Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it. There was no real harm done, so my biped could see the funny side of it by the time we got home again!
Love it, Clowie! That was so funny! 🙂
Thank you. The element of surprise is the key to getting a biped moving like that!
Clowie, I’m so impressed you obeyed so quickly – I’m not quite as good when there’s an interesting distraction like GOATS!
I’m sure they’ve brainwashed me into obeying ‘sit’ – I don’t obey any other commands as quickly!
Oh, if only you got YOUR goat (or two)!!!
Yes, if only! It wasn’t through want of trying!
Funny story. You are a great listener Clowie. Have a Wonderful Wednesday!
Thank you, I’m glad you liked it. Enjoy your Wednesday!
Clowie tell her “boots first”! Good on her for hanging on, I don’t think I could have hung on to you.. 🙂 See you next Wednesday.. 🙂
She says that’s excellent advice! But, like so many things, she probably needed to learn it the hard way! I notice she’s always made me wait since then.
What a great story! Love it!
Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Ah ha, the bootleg biped takes on a whole new meaning, thanks to you Clowie. BOL And, we like the met-a-4 of “got your goat” also. BOL, Max & Bella
Hi Max and Bella, you’re on the ball today! You’ve made me laugh and wish I’d thought of those – especially the bootleg biped!
I can just see you running after those goats! And I can just imagine your biped, running at a limp in one boot. 🙂
I think the goats would have enjoyed a game with me, they were looking for a little mischief and adventure. I’m sure my biped looked very funny!
LOL! This naughtiness makes for a really great story! 🙂
I suppose I was just a little bit naughty, but it was funny! I’m glad you enjoyed it.