The Story of Scotch — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Story of Scotch
John Stuart Mill · en
Talking to animals appears to make them gentler and more responsive.
Scotch never tired of listening to me, and I often talked to him as if
he were a child. He came to understand many of the words used. If I said
"hatchet," he hastened to bring it; if "fire," he at once endeavored to
discover where it was. Cheerfully and intelligently he endeavored to
help me, and early became efficient in driving cattle, horses, and
burros. Instinctively he was a "heeler," and with swift heel nips
quickly awakened and gave directions to lazy or unwilling "critters."
II
Many of Scotch's actions were beyond the scope of instinct. One day,
when still young, he mastered a new situation by the use of his wits.
While he was alone at the house, some frightened cattle smashed a fence
about a quarter of a mile away and broke into the pasture. He was after
them in an instant. From a mountain-side ledge above, I watched
proceedings with a glass. The cattle were evidently excited by the smell
of some animal and did not drive well. Scotch ignored the two pasture
gates, which were closed, and endeavored to hurry the cattle out through
the break through which they had entered. After energetic
encouragement, all but one went flying out through the break. This one
alternated between stupidly running back and forth along the fence and
trying to gore Scotch. Twice the animal had run into a corner by one of
the gates, and his starting for the corner the third time apparently
gave Scotch an idea. He stopped heeling, raced for the gate, and,
leaping up, bit at the handle of the sliding wooden bar that secured it.
He repeated this biting and tearing at the handle until the bar slid and
the gate swung open. After chasing the animal through, he lay down by
the gate.
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When I came into view he attracted my attention with sharp barks and
showed great delight when I closed the gate. After this, he led me to
the break in the fence and then lay down. Though I looked at him and
asked, "What do you want done here?" he pretended not to hear. That was
none of his business!
He had much more individuality than most dogs. His reserve force and
initiative usually enabled him to find a way and succeed with situations
which could not be mastered in his old way. The gate-opening was one of
the many incidents in which these traits brought triumph.