My two border collies have diametrically opposing personalities. Ivy is purebred; nobody knows who Molly's father might be. Ivy is vigilant in protecting the farm from predators and Molly could care less; Ivy doesn't really like staying indoors too long because she likes to hang out where she can keep an eye on the chicken coop, goat barn, and Darcy's house, but Molly wants to wallow indoors as much as she can. Ivy helps herd the goats into the barn and will even herd chickens very gently back into the coop; Molly chases and bites goats and kills chickens. However, Ivy is a giant, ravenous glutton and Molly is a very dainty eater and won't even take scraps from my hand, whereas Ivy could easily take a finger along with her treat. Ivy is very serious about her food. That is why I was so amazed at her behavior last Tuesday. I was getting ready to go to work in the A.M. and left the car door open as I was doing some last-minute chores. Ivy jumped in and firmly ensconced herself in the front seat. Usually, she is right with me when I am feeding the donkeys and goats and chickens, but she stayed in the car. "Boy, you are really determined to go with me to work, aren't you?" Then I gave the dogs their food and went back into the house for something thinking, "That will get Ivy out of the car for sure! When I got back, Molly had finished her food and was starting on Ivy's bowl, which has never even come close to happening before. Ivy wouldn't budge--I was incredulous and totally convinced that she NEEDED to come with me to work that day. What a character! Each of those dogs needs their alone time with their Darcy sometimes.
Angora goats rule!
Thank you, Lord, for my job, my home, and goats!