I need to have a talk with Bud about who he should herd and who he shouldn’t herd. Bud thinks every living creature should do what he tells them to do, no matter their size or his. This is why I call him the Little King.

Lulu lay down this morning to roll in the dirt, and Bud decided he wanted her to get up, so he barked and charged at her.

It didn’t work out. She looked at him as if he were a mouse, and snorted loudly, sending him running into the Pole Barn. He gave up on the project and went to fetch Izzy, who had wandered away from the flock. He did herd her and chased her back into the barn.