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I love taking a walk with Briar. Unlike the Border Collies, who are constant motion, Briar strolls, a slow methodical patrol.

 She tests the winds from time to time and marks the fence line, but unless she sees the neighbor's chickens on our side, not much bothers her.  (Briar exacts a stiff fine for trespassing chickens. She eats them.)

She wanders around the hay bales, then checks the goldfish in the big tank.

Fish are still there.

 And onward she goes. Briar slithers through the gaps in the fence made by young calves who bend the stays holding the wire in place.

I stay on the other side as I watch Briar slowly patrol that paddock. She putters around, stopping to test the winds and mark the ground from time to time.

But when you call her, she happily trots back, 

 and squeezes through the fence. Then we meander on to check the small critters,

 who barely notice us,

past the ungrateful goats,  

who resent Briar breathing the same air they breathe.

And she plops down where she can watch her little kingdom, confident that her borders are secure, and she is the Warrior Queen of all she surveys.