It has come to my attention that I am bossed around by animals. I am reminded to do my chores and scolded when I am too slow.
Beau, our Yellow Lab, tells us when it is his supper time. He stands on the deck and barks. Then either Sugar or I dutifully fill his bowl and Sadie’s. Sadie lets Beau do the advocating for the two of them. Beau sometimes brings his bowl in his mouth if we are too slow to get the hint.
Scamp, our trick horse, has remarkable vision. If I go out on our back porch, which is screened in, he notices, and whinnies. I would be complimented that he is greeting me because he loves me, but I know better. He wants me to go to the barn and feed him and the herd. None of the other horses scold me like Scamp does. He can be out in the pasture, half a mile away, but if he sees me walking toward the barn, he moseys towards it too. Then the other horses notice that Scamp is heading in and the pace picks up. Eventually, all are running to the barn.
I just wish these animals would pitch in with the chores. They are happy to eat the hay, but I don’t get any help from them when I stack it. I need to tell them the story of The Little Red Hen.