Yeah, pretty much. My Australian Shepherd used to try to herd anything he could - bugs, mice, toddlers...

I knew a Sheltie once who would herd the trees in his (owners') backyard. They all had little rings around them where he'd worn paths.

[eta that the closest my family's Springer Spaniel ever got to hunting was bringing us the occasional dead possum. She wasn't very bright.]

Ooh, I can fuck with excel! I have to make shit up with it all the time. I really wish it wouldn't assume stuff, though. Pisses me off.

The advantage of cat breeds over dog breeds is that you go in assuming they are all insane. It helps a lot.

There was something else....oh! I made sandwiches for the WHOLE WEEK. Hopefully I won't forget them this time. Suitably bland, unless I add stuff, like pesto or whatever. Starting with ham and havarti.

My uncle's heelers herd the pigs. Which are in barns. Which means crazy happy dogs with paths worn around the barns.

They kinda freaked out at the last family reunion, what with the handful of toddlers about. Safest toddlers on the planet, let me tell you. Though it was really funny to watch a bewildered dog try to herd a willful 4 year old as she scolded "No! Dog go'way! MOVE! I PLAY!" He stood his ground, but was so, so confused. So she went under him. And so he howled.

Krycek! Is this disaster movie supposed to be a comedy? 'Cause I keep laughing.

yes Dh and I watched the one where the whole world gets frozen over. we laughed and laughed. and we believe in global warming.

Wow. We just had, like, movie-style rain. There was a flash, then a moderate crackle of thunder, then a light pitter-patter began. And now it seems to have stopped. I'm not sure I believe in it.

Dog go'way!

Hee. That's what Lucy's favorite dog treats are known as, because you give her one and she - goes away. Really handy sometimes.

Our old sheepdog Ollie could near kill you when she tried to herd you as you went down stairs. On the way up she was in more jeopardy because she'd follow so closely you'd catch her chin with your heel about every third step.

My sister had to austrlian shepard mixes. When they felt it was time for dinner they would slowly herd my BIL or sister towards the garge. It was subtle enough that it took them years to realize what was happening.

My uncle's dogs are farm dogs. Until this generation started sprogging (only recently), this batch really had experience with only adults. So the kidlets are a whole new game. It was very funny. The ones we grew up with, well, they grew up with us, so they knew the sneaky way of kids.

Blue version 1.0 used to follow us in the cornfields and only get pushy when we got near equiptment. And then there was the one who was afraid of mice and used to try to keep us out of the barn for that reason. He used to sit at the barndoor and just wail. Poor thing. The barn is gone now. Freak storm when it was slated for demolition took it down. Kinda makes me sad, as it was the same barn our parents played it, and now the next generation doesn't know the joy of pulling nails from the tin roof and sliding down on feed sacks.

WTF? How was that possible on GA?

Okay, this is pretty neat:

Most time capsules involve cramming stuff into a metal box and burying it in a hole in the ground. It's a method that works --but it's so primitive. What if you could write an email to yourself, and be assured of receiving it twenty years in the future?

That's what we've done with this email time capsule. Simply fill out the fields below, decide how long you want the capsule to be sealed for, and hit send. We'll do our best to make sure the message gets delivered.

Assuming, of course, that 20 years from now we're still using email and not beaming text messages directly into the chips in each others' brains.