Soapweed and I get along for several reasons and one of them are we see eye to eye on dogs around the cattle. Now don't get us wrong we love dogs. But, I've been down the crick aways and I've only seen two real good cowdogs and they sure weren't for sale. One of the worst wrecks I was in was because of a dog that loved to work cattle but wasn't very good at it. I was on the Mustang Meadows Ranch and we just weaned about five hundred calves. As the crew (eight of us plus the owner of the ranch) was driving them away from the cows and things were going great a black and white shepard dog appeared out of the willows. He hit that herd at the front and didn't know nothing except chase calves. he went through the bunch , turned around and went through them again then single handed sent them west. He put calves in the willows, in the crick, through fences and nine riders couldn't call him off or even get a rope on him. We chased and tryed to head those calves for about four miles and finally got them stopped on the neighbors. Some one ran that dog off and we held the calves till they settled down some and started to take them back when here came that dog again and turned them back on us. Two more miles,three fences and the neighbor's hay meadow later we held the cattle again. The whole crew was out of horses and the boss broke a yoke in a real nice gray filly. The boss had to get to town and get on a plane so he lead he horse home afoot as the rest of us put the wreak back to gether. The next day after much dog cussing we gathered and was going to work a herd north of Nenzel,NE twelve miles away. Just as we were getting 250 pairs to the corrals, her came that same dog and spilled the herd. Twelve miles from the day before. This time he didn't get away...... A week later we were telling the Boss about that dang dog and how he got to nenzel the next day. The Boss was kind of sheepish and said that was his fault. As he was leaving the ranch that day, there was that dog along the road. So the Boss got a rope on him, put him in the back of the pickup and when he stopped for the stop sign at Nenzel the dog jumped out. Shooked off the rope some how and waited for the next crew he could help out with cattle work which unfortunately was us.