Now that I’ve (hopefully) resolved my escaping-animal problems among the tall grasses at Eric and Deb’s place, I thought it was safe to reunite Cleo with Bravo. For all the frustration she caused me with her wanderings, and despite her size, she’s a very transportable dog.
I wouldn’t ever consider moving Bravo this way — in a five minute ride I bet he’d manage to eat the car, fight the border collies, and try to ride in my lap — so he doesn’t get to ride inside. Cleo, though, is a much gentler soul, settling in to the unfamiliar experience and even charming the BCs. I’m assuming that 4000 volts on the fence will convince her that staying in with the sheep is the best work strategy, and I haven’t yet gotten any calls to the contrary.