The other night we had a sudden "creamy sky" effect that I wanted to get a picture of, but needed to walk out about 200 yards to get the shot I thought I wanted. Now, I live in the middle of the high plains, surrounded by miles and miles of cow country, but within a ranchstead fenced area of about ten acres. It's fenced in four-strand bobwire and of course the dogs could come and go with such a fence pretty much at will. But they don't. I've taught them that they stay inside the fence and don't go out of it. (Works most of the time!)
As I walked over the auto-gate I told them to "Wait!" which is a command they are both familiar with. They weren't too happy with that. I was gone about ten minutes and when I came back there they were! Wonder of wonders. They watched me the whole time (I was never out of sight) and maintained good order the whole time. I was proud of 'em. Especially since if I had given a hand-signal or yelled "Come!" Emma would have been over the auto-gate in a flash.
It takes a long time for dogs and men to get used to each other and to learn what each wants and expects. But once that happens— well, it's pretty nice.
(The "creamy sky" pic was just so-so.)
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Good looking dogs, indeed.
Cheers me up just looking at them.
What BobG said! :)
Good dogs, and good looking too.
Thanks for the kind words about my friends.
I've always had dogs (or they've had me!) since I was a wee thing. It may be blasphemy, but as a species I like them better than I like hooman beans.
You might expect that kind of heresy from me, living alone like I do, far from other people. But I'm never lonely, never bored, and never without good company.
Besides, even though they've heard them all, they always laugh at my jokes.
"...but as a species I like them better than I like hooman beans."
Blasphemy or not: I agree with you. I only hate that canines are so short-lived and that we always have to say goodbye to our four-legged friends much to soon.
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