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On my ride back from the gym I spied the sheep dog.  He is owned by one of the golf club’s groundsmen.  They have been a team since we move here, almost six years ago.  I don’t know either of their names but I love watching the interchange between the two.  The owner rides around in a golf-cart looking maintenance vehicle and the dog runs after him.  The dog has been trained to stay at least 100 feet away and when the owner stops the dog stops, lies down, and never take his eyes off the owner.  Ever.  During the great geese migrations, twice yearly, the dog is very busy.  He will run behind the vehicle and when given a slight hand signal it will take off towards the geese.  God help the geese if they don’t skedaddle.  Remarkably, the dog has been trained to not go on the greens as his paws would rip up the grass.  But the geese seemingly love the greens, especially as a surface upon which to poop.  So, the dog is kept quite busy during these seasons.  To watch him tear around and respond to it’s owner’s hand signals is a pleasure to watch.