A bond

There is a bond between Kay and her goats. Snapshot has been down in the bottom pasture for a few months after weaning her kid. Brought her up yesterday and sheared her, she has a beautiful dark brown fleece and somehow managed to stay clean. Kay is licking her in the morning sun, reuniting the bond and welcoming her back to her herd. Kay cries when I move one of her goats to another pasture, as if she has them counted and knows each one by name. Maybe she does. Kay is one of the best dogs I have ever had around mothers when kidding and knows to keep her distance but hang close by, then clean up after the doe and kids move on to fresh pasture. She is close to twelve years old now and has worked for me since she was 8 weeks old. A faithful employee working everday of the year, night and day, a dog that has lived her passion.