We have agility classes on a working farm in the town where we live. Gryphon had a full hour private lesson yesterday – a long time for a dog who isn’t truly an athlete. We gave him a break in the middle, and I took him on a walk to visit the cows, which he’d never seen before.
There was a ton of mud from all the snowmelt. Gryph hates getting his feet wet, so his attention was focused on jumping over and dodging around puddles. We got close to the cows, and Gryphon stopped short, with an astonished ‘oh sh—‘ expression. He’s never seen cows before.
He stood absolutely still, staring at the cows. The cows, convinced I was there to feed them, starting in with their low, demanding calls. The calves came gamboling along, and gradually the whole herd, close to fifteen individuals, moved near the fence.
Gryphon inched forward, stretching his neck and sniffing the air. While the cows were all thinking about food, the bull, standing near the fence, was focused on Gryph. He stepped forward along the fence line, eyeing the dog and ignoring me.
Gryph moved closer until he was only a few feet away from the bull’s nose, still sniffing furiously. The bull swung his head toward us; he didn’t seem menacing. I think he just wanted a closer look.
The cows continued their approach. I considered the thin wooden slats of the fence and decided it was a good idea to turn around and go back to agility. The cows serenaded us the whole way back.