Red really isn’t doing what you tell him to do: he goes away to me when you tell him to come bye, and he flanks when you tell him to walk up.
It’s not Red that doesn’t know what he’s doing Joan. It’s me. I can never get the commands straight. But now matter what I say, he’s doing what I want him to do. I sure I confuse the hell out of him. He gets the sheep, brings them out to the pasture, then keeps them there for a while than brings them back to the barn.
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