She runs wide behind the sheep, catching up and swinging in to face them before they get more than a few steps between the pen and the fence. Dot approves of penning, which is after all the ultimate in control. She has learned that when I am standing holding a pen gate open, she is supposed to put the sheep into the pen. She arcs around the sheep, going just far enough to block any idea they may have about ducking around the other side of the pen, and flattens herself into the grass. The sheep shift toward the pen gate.
Dot looks at the stray sheep.
The sheep, a little black lamb, looks at the other sheep. Dot, walk up . She obeys, slower than I would like, but I give her credit for knowing how much pressure the sheep can take. Slowly the sheep drift into the pen, the black lamb stopping with his hindquarters still outside. The lamb takes the final step as Dot moves, and I swing the gate closed and hold it for a few seconds, letting the judge see that all five sheep are safely penned.