Cheryl Isaak ,in rec.crafts.textiles.needleworkwrote: and entertained us with
My elder daughter had a Sheltie when my two eldest grandchildren were little. By the time there were half a dozen kidlets in the garden, that dog had a ball trying to herd them to one corner and box them in with the fence lol
My poor rescue sheltie, on the other hand, used to have to be locked away when my nieces and nephews would come over. For her, herding involved nipping.
Elizabeth
Fortunately Dougall did not nip lol With our lab when we lived by the lake the kids would shut him in the house when they went for a swim. He would rescue them the minute they started to swim, standing in the water was fine, but swimming no. Being rescued involved him circling and coming up behind you, sharp claws paddling away, grabbing you in the shoulder area and dragging you mercilessly back towards the shore. That it nearly drowned you to be saved seemed not to register with him. He always seemed so hurt when he was shut in the house and excluded from swims lol
See, that's the nice thing about cats, they don't pull stunts like that, they'd just shove you off the end of the dock.
Wellllllllll now - how could anything compare to an adorable dachsie? My oh my, how I miss my little gentleman - I miss our wine and cheese parties - I miss that fat little body next to mine in bed - I miss his trying to show off like a wee pup when he was 13. Gone but never forgotten. :-))
Sharon (N.B.)
Have something to add? Share your thoughts — no account required.
Ask the community — no account required