Thursday, April 17, 2014

Old Dog, Old Trick

"Bully stick night," I called.

The four Border collies ran and sat in front of me as I unwrapped the bully sticks.

I gave the first one to Mickey, the 12-year-old Border collie. Next came Caeli, the alpha; then Tag who was doing a wiggle-sit-whine move; then Raven, the youngest who took hers with with a soft mouth; then Mickey.

"Didn't I already give you one?" I asked Mickey, who sat, ears perked, in front of me.

Maybe someone stole hers.

Giving her another, I watched as she trotted to her crate.

I followed.

Paying me no attention, she sat her new bully stick next to her other bully stick.

Shaking my head, I just closed the crate door.

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