OK, I hear you say, she's doing yet another post about her dogs. Humour me.
I just can't help it. I've only had them a short time, but I love them so much.
This morning I was faced with a situation that I had been dreading, but knew was inevitable. I let them out for their pre-breakfast run up the hill behind the house. I love this time of day (around 6.30am). It's warm but still cool enough to take a stroll, so I walked along the path at the bottom of the hill, while the dogs galloped on ahead.
After a while they came running down and I was there to meet them. We just reached the lane next to our garden when we came face to face with the shepherdess and her flock of sheep. The whole lane was blocked with them and there was no way we could pass to get into the garden.
Bear in mind that these are dogs who are prone to chase sheep and anything else that moves. Every time the flock pass (twice a day), the dogs bark furiously at the sheep from the safety of the garden.
The shepherdess panicked. The sheep stopped and refused to move. Meanwhile I grabbed Megan and Sammy's collars and told them to sit. Not having a third hand with which to grab Blondie's collar, I called her to me, and she sat quietly next to the other two. Not one bark from them. I told the shepherdess to move the sheep. She wasn't convinced. She was sure my dogs would break loose from me and chase them. I tried to reassure her that this wouldn't happen...even though I certainly wasn't confident about it.
The shepherdess waved her arms around and poked the sheep with her stick and eventually they passed us and headed off over the hill. I let go of the collars, half expecting my dogs to turn and chase the sheep. They didn't. They followed me obediently down the lane and into the garden.
All three have now been rewarded with biscuits, and being brushed. They love being groomed. Megan is done first as she is in our garden. Then Sammy and Blondie in the dog area. They love it so much that while one is being brushed, the other will keep nudging me as if to say "my turn".
I am so proud of them. Isn't it amazing how these street dogs can adjust to a new way of life in such a short time?