Friends, collies, even tempered dogs
I know a young dog shouldn’t swear but I just feel hopeless. All my life it’s been one paw forward, three paws back, or that’s what it feels like and I’m losing faith that one day it will all come right. I’d better fess up, as they say.
We were in the place we normally walk when we are not at the Wainwrights. The forest, with all the scrumptious trees for me to cock a leg at. Today though, we hadn’t even got that far. Just as David was attaching my lead up popped a two legged thing. He was just so threatening that I saw the red colour again. I dashed straight out of the car, rushed straight up to him and nipped those horrible hairy legs. I couldn’t be contained. I just kept jumping at him and barking.
I don’t know why I get so scared sometimes, I just do and then I forget to put my brain in gear first, even though we Border Collies are renowned for having a big head, full of brains. Mine doesn’t seem to have fully developed yet.
My world is a big scary place with something always cropping up to spoil my equilibrium. It’s not easy being a young nervous dog.
And, now I’ve started having nightmares about woolly things with ginger beards.
Please don’t give up on me.
Love Ben xx