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Teaching the basics of sheep herding to a young dog

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Some dogs have natural authority with sheep, others need space and time to learn how to

earn that authority and that’s what I’d make sure I’d give them at this important stage of

learning.

One of my dogs, Dick, was trained from a puppy to become one of the most successful

working and trial sheepdogs of his generation – making the Irish Team five times on five

attempts, and the Supreme Championship three times. Because I’d given Dick time during

his training to understand what was being asked of him, and the opportunity to work on

his own, very often out of sight, he was both a very useful working dog and a life saver at

trials. On one occasion when competing with Dick, I dropped my whistle in the long grass

just as he left my foot. By the time I found it he was coming though the Fetch gates with

the sheep. That’s what I mean by natural ability and control.

Although he had a bit of a checkered history by the time I began to train him, another dog

that could eventually really think for himself was Jim. I always enjoyed his company and he

helped me when I began to stock and farm the Copeland Islands which

lie just over two miles off the coast at Donaghadee in County Down.

Jim became a very talented trial dog, winning the Irish National twice

and qualifying for the Irish team at the International Championship five

times in succession. He was also a very gifted working dog and something

of a character in his own right. Always very entertaining company.

One of Jim’s pet likes was boats. When I let him out of the Land

Rover at Donaghadee to go to the island, he would fly down the

harbour as fast as he could run and jump onto the

first boat he saw. While we were at sea, he would

sit on the very point of the boat and, no matter

how high the waves were, he was happy to ride

them. There were times when you’d have thought

he could easily have been washed over-board,

but he never was. He just stood looking ahead,

often eyeing seagulls about half a mile in

front of the boat. He’d stare hard and

sway his body as if trying to get

them under his control. But

once we reached the island he

didn’t give them a second

glance.

Harford & Dick

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