1911Tuner
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Daddy's Little GIrl
Never used a gun, but I did use one of my big ol' Collies not long ago.
Stepdaughter turned 13 last January. Good-lookin' young fella...about 14...comes callin' on Saturday, and they go out in the yard for a game of frisbee. Lookin' through the window, I notice that he's gettin' just a tiny bit too touchy for a game of frisbee...so I opened the door and let the one out who has taken it on himself to lay in front of her bedroom door at night. None other than our boomerang who came back last August after almost 5 years in the mountains with a family...Elvis J. Dawg. Big boy...about 85 pounds/28 inches at the shoulder...and still not back up to fightin' weight after the "care" that his adoptive family gave him.
When the boy would walk toward her, ol' EJ would head him off and stand betwixt'em...starin' straight at him. No threat...No growl...No show of teeth. Just the unmistakable mesage that a Collie sends in situations like this: "Keep a bit more distance, sir...and your hands belong at your sides or in your pockets. Thank you! Proceed! I'll fetch the frisbee if you'd like."
He got the message after about the thrid try. It was hilarious.
Never used a gun, but I did use one of my big ol' Collies not long ago.
Stepdaughter turned 13 last January. Good-lookin' young fella...about 14...comes callin' on Saturday, and they go out in the yard for a game of frisbee. Lookin' through the window, I notice that he's gettin' just a tiny bit too touchy for a game of frisbee...so I opened the door and let the one out who has taken it on himself to lay in front of her bedroom door at night. None other than our boomerang who came back last August after almost 5 years in the mountains with a family...Elvis J. Dawg. Big boy...about 85 pounds/28 inches at the shoulder...and still not back up to fightin' weight after the "care" that his adoptive family gave him.
When the boy would walk toward her, ol' EJ would head him off and stand betwixt'em...starin' straight at him. No threat...No growl...No show of teeth. Just the unmistakable mesage that a Collie sends in situations like this: "Keep a bit more distance, sir...and your hands belong at your sides or in your pockets. Thank you! Proceed! I'll fetch the frisbee if you'd like."
He got the message after about the thrid try. It was hilarious.