Everyone thinks that their dog is special, and I am no different. Our dog, Harley, happily coexists with my backyard flock. This is pretty amazing considering that he is a Cairn and should be fascinated with vermin, squirrels, chipmunks, mice and the like. I don’t think that hens darting around the yard is much of a leap of instinct, but somehow he has managed to understand my ladies are off-limits. This is even more of an amazing feat when you realize that Harley did not grow up with chickens or me. We adopted him at about age four from a local shelter, and it was immediately obvious to us he was a townie. Yet in just six months he has settled into the country life. He is no ordinary dog.