Jake plunged me into despair by running away, and was away for hours. He came back lame, limping, with the pads of his feet worn off. Where did he go?
Guilt. For not exercising our lovely working dog, a Collie, enough.
I adore Jake, and just don’t know how I would cope with not having a dog with me 24/7.
Dogs are among the most wonderful things God made.I love those statues to collie dogs in the hills of New Zealand. Sheep farmers would not have been able to settle the high country if not for their collie dogs.
