My favorite breed of dog is, hands down, the Australian shepherd. Y’all know that. Saturday night I babysat for a friend who’s lucky enough to have not only three children (one is a foster child and y’all won’t see her here – legal blah blahs), but a gorgeous red Aussie!
Bella is a beautiful Aussie, but also a sweet dog. Aussies (my favorite breed) are sometimes nervous, loud, territorial, protective. If you’re a high strung human being who likes to stay home, the Australian shepherd probably isn’t the dog for you. Aussies do better with laid back personalities or tons of structured activities. Outdoor activities are best.
Bella lives in a laid back family. A goofy family, really. This little guy is a serious fella, loves King Arthur, medieval warfare, Harry Potter, but knows how to smile and play.
His big sister is quite crafty, in a good way, and LOVES her dog Bella. I’d venture to say the Australian shepherd is her favorite breed.
Don’t put silliness past her. She knows from silly.
Big time. I love a singing dog.
Bella is smallish for an Australian shepherd, but isn’t quite considered miniature. She’s two years old and has calmed down considerably since I first met her about a year and a half ago. Aussie’s take a couple of years to settle in and settle down. It takes the right owner, the right type of family, to have one of these super smart pups.
But you see how well she’s adapted?
Muchas smooches! That girl loves her dog. And the best thing about babysitting for a family with an Aussie? I mean, once I actually got in the front door and Bella was done barking like she wanted to kill me (does it every time I go over). The snuggles.
What could be better than a dog stretched out across your legs, taking up the entire couch? And a good book. Mmmm. Speaking of which, I might invite Flash or Patches up to join me on the couch while I catch up on reading y’all’s blogs.
Until I write again …
P.S. Almost forgot the Petey update! Okay – I need a good caption for this one. Took it Saturday morning and it cracks me UP.
We had unexpected company last night. He claimed to be a duck whisperer, but obviously didn’t know Petey. Petey whispered to him. And I think it tickled. Or something.
Last, but not least, my Hunny took Petey, to save him from the duck whisperer. I guess Petey started telling Hunny everything he’s learned in his three long weeks of life:
Yeah. It was a good weekend. And on the job front, Hunny is currently in a very promising interview. Praying. Hoping. We’ll see.