In May Hank turned 7 months old. At this point I he has been to puppy kindergarden with Tanya. He has also been hauled for a few hundred miles around in the van to work and back, to trials and back, oh and his favorite, the park and back. There's not much the makes this guy give a second look, he hasn't met a person he doesn't like or a dog he wont try to play with. Pretty much unflappable as far as noises and weird looking things go. What can I say, we live in the city and we deal with weird things all the time, especially on trash day.
Hank loves sheep, he's been keen since I brought him home a 12 weeks old. It has been tough work to keep him out of trouble. Although once he was too big to squeeze through the fence it got easier.
Basically I have put him on sheep once or twice every couple of weeks. Right around 6 months, he started to want to go around the sheep. Prior to that he just wanted to run through the middle and I had nothing to do with the picture. Hank also began to bring me sheep