I grew up on a dairy farm. One of our summer jobs was to go out in the afternoon into the fields, round up the cows and herd them down to the milking barn. It was always a bit of mayhem at first - shouting certain "code" words at the cows and the dog. Running and circling the herd to get them moving onto the trails heading back down to the farm. Amazingly once they were rounded up and moving in the right direction, the cows would just sort of line up and follow the same well worn paths back to the barns.
When I take my "cow like" dogs to the park, even our beloved Byrd Park back in Richmond, they run around & play, chew their grass and take the same well worn trails. Here are some shots of their new park & the trails..as you can see all the dogs follow the same trails. And they don't usually follow their owners, the pups are totally running ahead, following their noses in search of new scents, butterflies and an occasional small critter.
When I take my "cow like" dogs to the park, even our beloved Byrd Park back in Richmond, they run around & play, chew their grass and take the same well worn trails. Here are some shots of their new park & the trails..as you can see all the dogs follow the same trails. And they don't usually follow their owners, the pups are totally running ahead, following their noses in search of new scents, butterflies and an occasional small critter.



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