Dogs are as hard to photograph as chickens
As a kid, I had wild notions of becoming a veterinarian when I grew up. (I also thought that I would eat dessert first once I “got big.”)
Here’s Lily. She’s our new Australian cattle dog, or Blue Heeler. She’s about 2, and was pretty badly abused. Penny is our first cattle dog, with a similar history. Penny had never been an only dog, though, so I thought she might need a friend.
Of course when you get a dog from a breed rescue, you’re usually getting A Lot Of Work. And Lily needs a lot of work. The breed is a very intelligent one, though, and she is old enough to have all her faculties, so I believe she’ll be relatively easy to train. She, unlike Penny, at least has been on a leash before, but other than that it is very sketchy: she’s not housetrained, she doesn’t know “sit,” and she can’t yet be reliably let off her leash, and she barely knows her name.
But today, for the first time ever, she was off leash. And, for the first time ever, she got to chase and retrieve something. And she brought the frisbee right back to me. (Just call me the “dog whisperer.”)
I think all sentient domesticated animals just want to make a connection with we two-legged big-brained world-ruling animals, really I do.