My dad was a dairy farmer. The dogs he owned were working dogs. He used different whistle ditties and they obeyed better'n his children.
His wisest dog, Kip died of old age. The younger Ben died unexpectedly before having a chance to train the new recruit. As I recall, the new recruit was a very jittery female. She didn't stand a chance under the herd's hooves.
What do you do with a jittery farm dog other than tether her by the dog house and give her one task - to announce visitors. She might have become a valuable herding dog if Ben had been around to show her how.
The Kingdom of God needs some seasoned farm dogs to show excited, young newbies how to maneuver in the anointing or they might get trampled underfoot. Being able to bark is not enough, they must learn the subtle commands of the master to bring the herd into the holding pen.
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"Judy" was tethered, but she had the herding instinct in her. One day when I was walking from the barns to the house, I heard some high-pitched "mews". The sound was coming from Judy's doghouse, which was beside the shed. In that corner huddled about five kittens crying out to be rescued. Judy was quite proud that she had herded these little ones together and was anxious that someone see that she was a "working" dog. Judy's tether was actually quite long and apparently the kittens had wandered inside the radius of the tether where they became the hapless victims of Judy's herding instinct!
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