Feeling Blue

George is one of Ranch Dogs pups, he's four, a good dog, but a biter.

Not the little nip form time to time, like some stock dogs.

He means business and has gotten a couple of friends.

George and I have had our go rounds

and have come to a mutual understanding.

I'm the one who feeds him and wheels the broom.

He loves JS and JS loves him.

George and Ranch Dog sleep in the laundry room and when morning

comes, he patiently waits on the bathroom floor, while JS gets

ready for the day.  He follows him into the kitchen, were the two of them have 

toast before work (sometimes the last bit of bacon or sausage is shared)

Rides in the truck or the back of the Ranger, playing in the water,

running though the orchard at full speed and eating strawberries

 from the garden and when it's just the us ... I get kisses.

With a little one starting to venture out into the outdoors, 

it's just to risky to keep him.  I don't like to have him pinned

and it seems to be more an more all the time.

Today a Lady came to take George for a time and find him a good home.

She raises and trains Australian Shepherds and rescues them. 

She has cows and horses and it make me feel good that she put him

in her stock trailer and not a crate.

I cried.