I am not fond of the chickens coming onto the porch, they eliminate up there and sometimes go after the food we leave out for the cats. Chickens are pushy, and sometimes dirty. Generally, I shoo them away, but that does not deter them. I was delighted this morning to see Gus hold them off, he stood on the edge of the porch, stared at them and barked when they tried to get closer.

This is a working dog. Small dogs might be cute, but they are dogs, and given the opportunity, I see they will work just like good dogs work. Gus, it seems might be a working dog.

The chickens pay no attention to the cats, or even to Fate when she’s up there. But they paid attention to Gus. Life is strangely curious.