| I've been for many a year working where I live, master
friend and his missus on the farm, my duties include
keeping the rat population at bay, and chasing rabibits,
I go with my master about his duties keeping the farm
in order, walling and fencing, taking the livestock to and
from the cattle markets, creating havoc at the annual
haymaking time, rounding up the sheep. I also have the
duty of raising the alarm when strangers are in the
vicinity.
Every night I lie in front of the kitchen fire after having
had a good supper and now want to have a well earned
rest
Of late time is catching up with me and it has become very
difficult for me to perform my favourite and best daily duty
which is bringing the cattle up the field twice a day for
milking. Gone are the days when I could cavort from
one side of the herd to the other, chasing all the slow and
stray cows into line. But the master has come up with
an idea, he takes me to the gate and I sit there and the
cows see me and know it is time for them to come up
the field for milking and do so giving me a wink and a kind
look as they pass through the gate.
Rishton Tom
(Lancashire Heeler)
A truestory
Copyright
A Bancroft
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