My dogs....
are/were AWESOME.

My dog Jess, a border collie (who died suddenly a few months ago from diabetes, boo), was great. Unlike our old dog, Bonnie, a sort of 'crazy old woman' of dogs, Jess was unbelievably sweet and gentle, and used to get all giddy with excitement if you so much as said her name, and sort of dashed around in circles and knocked things over with her huge tail. She used to bring us hedgehogs that were still alive, just balled up and terrified, and also used to dig 'stealthy', near-invisible holes in the garden for burying biscuits and things which we regularly fell over in. If you gave her roast beef, she would look at it suspiciously as if you were trying to poison her, but happily ate mouldy bits of bread she founds in a hedge. She also used to use washing on the line as a sort of swing by grabbing onto it and jumping. We still have a smaller westie called Sam (my dog and the best dog ever), who she used to bully relentlessly. She was faster and stronger, and used to take his food and toys, and barge into him for no apparent reason. She was ace at fetching stuff, even massive branches, pretty much whatever you could throw, and made a habit of twatting Sam on the back of the head with it while running past. She was also mint at herding animals/people/just Sam, and playing football by shoving it around with her nose. If a ball bounced somewhere, anywhere within earshot, she would whimper and whine and yell until she was let out to play. Basically just an awesome dog. RIP Jess.
(Ryuken-Kai, Mon 11 Jun 2007, 17:56, Reply)