My old YO always had HERDS of dogs (ok, slight exaggeration!) around, because she had three of her own and then assorted ones that she was minding for friends. They used to potter about the yard with her when she came out to check the horses and play in the menage when there were no horses in and someone to supervise them. Two of them were very old, decrepit collies that I loved (normally like Rabo I'm scared of dogs) and they used to bumble around my stable while I was mucking out. I remember being in the tack room doing feeds and Meg, the slightly sprightlier of the two, clambered in to join me (my tackroom had a board across the bottom of the door that was about a foot high to keep out nosy ponies). Anyway, the other dog, Fly, tried to join her, but couldn't get her back legs over the board and got stuck half in, half out! Aaw, she was such a love
. One time we had a barbecue at the yard (in early autumn, so it got pretty cold when it got dark) and we all gathered our chairs around the mini barbecue to keep warm.....but Fly, bless her, is blind as a bat and kept trying to walk right into it! We very nearly had grilled dog!
I really don't mind dogs on yards at all so long as they are fairly well mannered. The only thing that used to annoy me was when one of the blacksmiths brought his dog onto the yard, but that was him, not the dog! Mainly because, the first time I met him (he wasn't my blacksmith) my mare was tied up on the yard and he parked his van behind her, which was fine as there was enough room. But, the passenger seat, which was where his dog was sat, was right behind her hind-quarters. So what did the genius do? He opened the door and doggy leapt out straight into Lou's back end! She was NOT happy!