Morning begins with breakfast and Jake and Tucker make sure that everyone is in their proper place: first, all mice must be chased out of the grain shed; then all cats must be on top of the hay stack; chickens must be in the chicken yard; ducks must be in their pond and peacocks must be in the nearest tree. All of this takes from 15 to 20 minutes, depending upon how difficult the chickens decide to be. When every one is properly positioned, feeding can begin. Horses and burros eat first, followed by the chickens, ducks and peacocks. The last group to be fed are the goats and geese. They live together in the west pasture, which has the best fence on the place, so they are always where they belong.

One morning the stock tank in the west pasture had to be cleaned. Jake, who had only been a member of the farm family for about two months, accompanied me into the pasture. As I was cleaning the tank, Jake was in the middle of the pasture taking it upon himself to herd the geese back toward the water. All of a sudden I heard wild yelping. I looked up to see one terrified little dog beelining it toward a small hole under the gate, with one very large gander hot on his tail. All the other geese were in close pursuit. Wings were flapping...necks were reaching...fur was flying...

Jake made it through the hole in the nick of time and the only severe wound he received was to his pride. To add insult to injury, the geese strutted about the pasture shouting their victory loud enough for everyone in the barnyard to hear. How humiliating!

This was only one of the many lessons Jake would have to learn before becoming a "real" farm dog.

It also gave me a new understanding of the term "goosed".

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