Bailey: “There’s something in here! I can smell it! Peter Cottontail!” Sadie: [Stares at me] “What is Bailey on about? I don’t smell anything.” Bailey: [Runs through flowers] “Sister Sadie! Sister Sadie! This way! This way! I know it’s here! I can smell it!”Sadie: “Bailey! Chill out, brother. That rabbit you smell left 1200 sniff-teens ago.”Bailey: “No way! I smell rabbit! It’s this way!! Come on, Sis!”Bailey: “Where did the rabbit go? Down a rabbit hole? Into a magician’s hat? Stranger things have happened, you know.” Sadie: [Looking toward the golf course at the ever-changing course-changing antics of her younger brother]: “You were just down there!”Bailey: “No! Scratch that! How could I have been so anosmic? It’s *this* way!”
Bailey: [Sheepdogishly}: “Or, this way!”
Dogs don’t always immediately choose the right path. But they are willing to work together; to change direction; to admit their mistakes; and they hardly ever blame others for their own mistakes.
Great story. I miss our dogs and look forward to fostering one of our daughter’s two dogs for a year, starting in June, while they move to Seattle for my son in laws fellowship year as an orthopedic surgeon.
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Great story. I miss our dogs and look forward to fostering one of our daughter’s two dogs for a year, starting in June, while they move to Seattle for my son in laws fellowship year as an orthopedic surgeon.
They really enrich our lives. A lot of work but a huge amount of joy.
How did it go with the dog sitting?
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