I have mentioned some of the guys at our spanking parties. They made sure the girls felt protected. They were always unobtrusive. We never had an instance where a man needed to be kicked out. But these guys were always around.
We loved the San Juan Mountains and went there about every other year. Great Jeep trails, nothing technical, but the views were incredible.
Sheep grazed on the high passes. And every flock had two sheep dogs and one Shepard, who was often from Peru.
This trail came close to a flock. One of the dogs trotted and placed himself between his flock and us. It was a statement “You are good right where you are”.
Bill, Ron Mike, et. al. were our sheep dogs.
