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We're dog-sitting this weekend. Sophie, my husband's best friend's dog, was dropped off at our house last night. She's been at our house before, so we knew she got along fine with our dogs, but Thursday night through Sunday night is definitely a much longer time than an afternoon to keep a dog.

She was dying to get in the backyard with Greta and Cassie, who I'm now calling "the big girls" since Sophie is about a year old. But when she got out there, she just plopped down in the grass. No running around and wrestling with them. She just plopped down, as if to say "Ahhh, now this is nice."

But Greta and Cassie weren't having any of it. They wanted Sophie to play. And if a dog isn't doing what Cassie wants it to do, Cassie's herding instincts come out. She proceeded to try to herd Sophie. Lots of barking and circling, barking and circling. It didn't seem to phase Sophie. She would run around a little, but then plop down in the grass again.

Greta got frustrated with her too, which is unusual. She joined Cassie in barking at her. She would get right in her face and bark as loudly as she could. I know my neighbors must have been loving this.

After a couple hours I broke up the bark fest and brought Sophie in the house to let everyone, mostly me, have some peace and quiet. I can only assume tonight will be much of the same.

Cassie and Greta: "Sophie, get up and play with us!!" 

Sophie: "Why is Cassie barking at me??"