Bunny vs sheep…

Since I used to have both a Border Collie and a lamb,  I couldn’t resist watching  this Swedish rabbit  herd sheep.  You can learn more  about Champis here,  but they don’t explain how they keep their Border Collie from taking over.

Snow in the South…

If you live in the Deep South,  even a few flakes of snow constitutes an occasion for excitement.    If you have enough to stick to the ground, you bundle up the children and let them run crazy.    That is what my dogs have always done.    The Welsh Corgis thought someone had kindly made a giant slip-n-slide for them.    My Border Collie just considered it cold and wet,  but as always,  was happy enough to go out in it with me.    I had to put him down at Christmas because of an embolism that kept returning,  and I miss him terribly after 12 years of  eager companionship.    He was a talker,  and very smart,  with a working vocabulary of about 70 words and phrases.

I don’t go to animal shelters, because my instinct would be to inquire how many I could fit into my truck.    But the local ones will call me if a Border Collie is turned in,  because not everyone can deal with their combination of intelligence and stubbornness and energy.

My point is that in pinched economic circumstances,  pets often lose their homes.    If you have room for one more,  please consider it.  Rescues are always grateful and they always remember.    I’ve had several,  and even the ones who had just average brains were so chock full of try and so attentive that they were superior pets.

If your household is full,  scrape a few pennies together for your local shelter.    Most of them always need old towels and newspapers,  and many also accept aluminum cans for recycling.    Call yours and see what they need, won’t you?

Meanwhile,  instead of seeing a black and white streak tearing around the yard, I ‘ll have to enjoy my bright red cardinals perching on the fence,  awaiting their turn at the feeders.