My two dogs seem to be undergoing some kind of identity crisis. I am sensitive to the fact that, in this progressive day and age, we are encouraged to be more accepting and receptive to individuals identifying themselves in surprising and sometimes unexpected ways, but I must admit that transitioning to sheep, which is what the dogs seem to be doing, has caught me completely off guard!
As soon as the two dogs are let out of the gate on their leads for a walk, rather than pulling my arms out of their sockets and charging off down the road as they used to to, they trot across the path and start nibbling at thin stalks of the long grass that have sprung up everywhere following our recent rains. This goes on for a while before their brains eventually unfreeze and we can do our daily rounds of the quiet tracks in the campo that surround our house.
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