Ok, here I am..................
I held a Brittany training day a few weeks ago on my friends' sheep farm near Hawick. We had various activities but basically they are a gundog of the hunter, pointer, retriever variety. We did hunting, retreiving, emergency stops, turns etc, agility, and lastly acclimatisation to animals - this included sheep. My young lad has never seen a sheep in his short life except for the cade lamb we looked after for a bit, which unfortunately died when returend to the flock from coccidiosis - he used to play 'jump and go flat' games with him. When I went into the field with Malcolm I could see straight away that Bobby was very interested in the sheep, and when Malcolm took the lead from me, I tried to entreat him not to let him off as I knew what was going to happen - or I
thought I did. Bobby took off like a bullet - round the far side of the field, to the rear of the 40 sheep, moved in, and the sheep headed for a small brook runnng under a copse of trees. He then came round to our side and moved them forward, pushing any stragglers back into the main group by edging forward. All this time I was screaming his name to try to get him back and on the lead, when suddenly Malcolm held his hand up for me to stop and watch. Bobby had got all the sheep under the trees, it was an absolute thunderpelt where we were in the middle of the field, but teh sheep were dry, and was just standing about 30 feet away from them watching them quietly graze. I went over and put his lead on, and Malcom walked the sheep down to the far end of the field and into the pen. He then proceeded to lift Bobby over into a crammed pen with the sheep pushing and shoving
him around. He found a space and came over to the gate and casually started to eat the grass as if to say 'I was only teaching the sheep how to eat grass Mum!'

We left him in there for a good 10 minutes and he never looked near them again. But since he is supposed to ignore sheep on a shoot I have to find someone with sheep closer to hiome that I can take him amongst to re-inforce the training.
My oldest brittany, Freckles, who is now ten, did a very similar thing when she was 6 months old - jumped our fence, hared out round our 10 acre field, where the sheep were grazing and brought all 150 of them back to us, then stood back about 30 feet and watched them graze - we didn't actually want them at that time but she wasn't to know that. She was shot over and never looked near any sheep.
The reason for explaining all this is to say that neither of my dogs was actually chasing the sheep, Malcolm wouldn't have stopped me calling Bobby if he had thought that and would have probably got to him faster than me and given him a good telling off, but if I had so wanted I could have used this episode to train either of them for sheep instead, so it is NOT just the domain of the collie!
It is my beliefe that although certain breeds have a bias to certain activities they can all be trained to do something different, with my apologies to any died in the wool collie owners.
