She slips into the pen, going around the sheep to my right, then sees that the leading sheep is about to escape and runs back to block it. Dot has never had to take sheep out of a pen like this before, but she remembers how she brings the ducks out of the night pen. The sheep trot out of the pen, Dot at their heels. Dot is very good at balance with sheep that want to move, so good that I do not even bother to look over my shoulder as I run. The sheep and I arrive at the take pen gate in a dead heat, sheep pressing against the outward-opening gate so hard I cannot pull it open.
Dot swings a few steps counterclockwise, unhappily, resisting leaving the balance point .
Dot, walk up . Walk up . She moves up slowly, shifting the sheep laterally down the fence past the opening side of the gate. The sheep pour into the take pen. When the scores are handed out that evening, Dot has finished her title with a third place on open sheep, and a time of nine minutes and thirteen seconds.