Daisy has recently entered the canine "terrible teens". She is driving me mad - just little attempts to push her luck. Last night on our walk was our largest disagreement to date though as she refused to come when called, barked at the horses in the field and wouldn't stop, chased after a cat (fortunately it had the sense to climb up a fence, from where it launched a barrage of abuse) and THEN, having driven me mad for an hour, she rolled in some fox poo.
I gave her a bath in cold water. It made me feel slightly better.
I grew up with dogs, but haven't been able to have one for years. Now I can. I am the unbelievably proud owner of a mostly border collie called Daisy and a border collie called Cybi, and since people have started rolling their eyes when I mention my dogs, I thought I'd better write it all down instead.
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