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I complemented (more or less) ChefAl on the new image that links to his forum - if you ever had a dog that liked to drink from the handy "water fountain" in your bathroom you'll know what we're talking about:

Made the mistake of telling ChefAl an amusing but very private family story, and he NAGGED ME AND NAGGED ME until I came through with a picture.  I should never let ChefAl be "privy" to anything embarrassing. 

Here's my version.  You'll probably see it sooner or later on ChefAl's site, so I'll come clean.  Incidentally, my son is a better photographer than I am  (See Snapshots ) .

We had a pup we got too young.  It was half border collie and half German shepherd.  The mother had so many pups she couldn't nurse them, and the neighbors couldn't take care of them.  One of our old dogs was working towards having to be put down, so we took a pup, as we were so very impressed with the mother's intelligence, and the father (a neighbor's shepherd) was a good, obedient dog too.  In retrospect I should have asked how mama got into papa's yard.

The pup was really too young to leave mommy dog, so for comfort it would get on my lap every time I sat down.  The family warned me, that's gonna be a BIG dog.  Don't let it do that.  But like a sucker I didn't crack down.  When it got up to 65 or 75 pounds, I had to really watch my lap every time I sat, or I was "dogged" real good.

We named her Daisy.  This was an impossible dog.  She could jump over our 5 foot fences with just a running start.  Higher ones she would climb over.   She wouldn't go far, usually just into my neighbor's yard and go to sleep behind the central AC unit next door, something that annoyed our neighbor, Teresa, to no end.  Maybe, being half border collie, Daisy was looking for something to herd.

We couldn't keep her inside unless we left the door open, because if something attracted her attention outside and if we didn't immediately open the door, she'd go through the window, breaking the glass.   I put up cafe curtains on the bottom half of the old sash windows, and she took a running bounce off the couch and went through the TOP pane.   We finally just left the window open, but when it got cold (and it used to REALLY get cold here in the winter until 1980) we couldn't do that any more.  We eventually put up a 100 foot wire from about 10 feet before the sidewalk to the peak of the house and put her on a long chain so she could run the length of the yard without getting tangled in any trees, and even come inside if the door was open.  This is the first and last time I've had to chain a dog.

The first Christmas after we got Daisy, before we had to chain her, my son Mark, about 10 years old or so, got a Polaroid camera. His sister Cathy, 3 years younger, would do anything he said.   So he coached her to hold the dog and on command let go of dog and throw open the door. Then next time I went into the bathroom and sat down on the WC, he got in position with the camera.

Cathy flung open the door and gave the dog a push......

Well, I tried to catch him and steal the photo but he had taken off for the high hills, so as to speak. We eventually made a deal and I let them (and us) have copies decently cropped.....

That's an OLD photo.   To give you an idea, that's an ERA bracelet on my arm.  Remember those?

Eventually we bred Daisy to another neighbor's really smart German Shepherd named Surprise (daddy had taken the pup home for his kids, brought her in and hollered "Surprise" and the name stuck).  They had three pups.   We kept the smartest male (who we named Putt-Putt and who lived to almost 18 years old), had Daisy spayed, re-vaccinated her, and boarded her at the Humane Society with a large notice detailing all her failings.  After about six weeks someone from a farm out in the Redlands south of Miami adopted her.  I hope she had a long and useful life and found something to herd. 

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