June 12, 2014

Aussie shepherds in action.

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Caught today by Meade... more of the action: here.
Posted by Ann Althouse at 10:42 PM
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5 comments:

Michael The Magnificent said...

A red merle and a blue merle.

I had a black tri named Mick. Loved to watch him run! He was far better at catching frisbees than I was at throwing them. Somehow, he knew if they'd break left, right, or go straight.

Man, I love that dog. Lived to 17. I cried in the shower (no one can see you cry in the shower) for months after he passed away. Finally decided that I wasn't the one who died, and I needed to stop feeling sorry for myself.

Then I adopted another dog, Van Gogh. He was picked up as a stray in Bloomington Indiana. Spent two weeks in their city pound. Whomever lost him never came to claim him. Was transported to Milwaukee Humane Society, where I adopted him.

We spent 6 months in obedience classes, because we both had such a good time with it.

Best. Dog. Ever. Seriously, I have a list of people who've volunteered they'd be willing to watch him. My worry isn't finding someone to watch him, it's finding someone who will return him.

Just over a week ago, I adopted a 6 month old puppy, whom I've named Ansel (as in Adams, because he's black and white). He's a hand full. He's learned a lot in the last week, but he has lots more to learn. Thus far, Van Gogh has been impressively tolerant. More tolerant than I've managed, actually.

6/12/14, 11:43 PM
The Crack Emcee said...

Always a treat - lifts my mood every time.

6/13/14, 6:29 AM
Skeptical Voter said...

Sorry to hear about Mick. A good dog will eventually break your heart.

And even a bad dog will leave a few pleasant memories.

6/13/14, 7:00 AM
Wince said...

By "action" do you mean hot "69" doggie-porn action?

6/13/14, 8:10 AM
Michael The Magnificent said...

Sorry to hear about Mick.

Every day was a blessing, and he blessed me for 17 very good years.

6/13/14, 8:41 AM

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