Tuesday, September 1, 2009
My Curious Friend
She has a favorite toy, a green bumpy football. She takes it everywhere with her. At the foot of my bed where she sleeps at night, outside when she plays, and close at hand when she is guarding the house.
She does have Heeler traits. She is a good herd dog, although in the city her subjects are limited, but she is a resourceful animal. Like the time I was reading in the living room when all of a sudden there was a terrible racket--squacking and barking. Then into the room flew a chicken with Betsy close behind, herding it toward her special spot. I screamed like a girl, covering my head under a blanket. In the bedlam, the bird hid behind a chair, and Betsy laid down watching it with tail wagging--I suspect she thought she found a friend. After mustering up enough courage, I got a broom and chased the chicken outside. Betsy looked all over trying to find her friend. Every time she heard it crowing on the other side of the block wall, she would run to the wall with tail wagging, encouraging it to come and play.
Maybe when I retire I will get her another friend---ummm, maybe not.