Post A Pup Sundays: Farm Dogs: The Unpaid Foremen. Post Those Pups!!!

Farm dogs don’t just live on the farm—they run it. You think you own them, but really they’re middle management with four legs. They clock in at dawn, patrol the fence lines, herd the animals, and glare at you when you’re moving too slow. Unlike barn cats, who work in silence and shadow, farm dogs are all volume and visibility. They’re the enforcers. Coyotes, strangers, delivery trucks—they handle the negotiations, usually with teeth. They’re also the sheep psychologists, coaxing stubborn animals with quiet pressure until they fall in line. A good farm dog makes you look competent; a bad farm dog gets you trampled by your own herd. Their loyalty isn’t the Hallmark-card kind—it’s pragmatic, hardwired, absolute. Rain, sleet, snow—they’re in the mud with you, covered in burrs, still working. They don’t need a contract. Their paycheck is a whistle, a pat, maybe scraps from the table. And they’ll die for the job, no questions asked. And of course, some breeds have union seniority in this fi...