“Forcemasc” you don’t gotta force me. Hit me harder, laugh at me, tease, bully, but you don’t need to force me. I’ll follow, you lead, ask me to jump, and I’ll ask “how high?”

my tail is wagging

“Wild boy.”

I’m not a house pet, My instincts control me

I don’t lay or beg, I rush and push against the grain

I listen to commands, I sit, I bite, I charge, I herd

I guard the weak, My handler throws me scraps and allows me to wander

The prey are protected, the predators I kill, I’m loyal to my man, I owe him everything

I’m a working dog, herding, hunting, retrieving, caring for my herd, while my owner keeps me off a leash, and knows I’ll return back to him when let loose.