In Central Utah, where my grandparents live, undeveloped land is abundant. The open land is perfect for raising live stock like sheep, cattle, and turkeys.
My grandfather has been a sheep herder his whole life.
I have wonderful memories of visiting his sheep camps. Foremost in my mind is eating friend mutton and homemade tortillas; playing with the herd dogs, riding horses, checking for newly born lambs and enjoying a world that seemed so different from the one I inhabited.
Somehow I've gone my whole life without knowing that a part of every herd is a guard dog. I'm telling myself I didn't know about guard dogs because they are always out with the herd and as a rule are NOT people dogs. So, why would I know about them? But, that's not a very good excuse. The real reason I never knew is because I've never asked my grandpa for details about his life work.
This trip I found out about guard dogs because we "met" one that was actually a people dog. He loved us, and to tell you the truth, I kind of fell in love with him, too.
He let the twins ride on him. He had perfect manners, and I didn't even have to feed him or take care of him.