My older sister
Right is a picture of Bonnie, the border I now refer to as my sister since all my real sisters went off to different points of the compass. I don't mind though, she's a great friend.
Before I arrived Bonnie had a reputation as a somewhat aggressive dog and not one that would easily cohabit with a stranger. This reputation deterred many breeders from releasing there pups into a suspect environment, a situation that also concerned 'the boss' and his wife.
They needn't have worried though. Bonnie soon put me in my place after our first meeting. Leaping as high as I could to grab her neck she snarled and 'nosed' me away.
As I grew it became easier to latch on to the rough around her neck, and pull her in all directions. My little white teeth were very sharp in those days and Bonnies neck was peppered with little pin holes - but she didn't seem to mind too much.
On my first holiday to the coast the boss bought a new ball to play with on the sand. Our first outing taught me a useful lesson. When the new ball was thrown we both chased after it and, though my legs were slightly shorter than Bonnies, I reached the target first. Bonnie, however, wasn't having any of that. It was a new toy and she was top dog so she promptly set about me.
Thank goodness the boss was close enough to dive in and snatch me up. Saved!
I learnt a useful lesson on that day - RESPECT.
I am two years old now, still in one piece, and still pulling at Bonnies neck. The difference is she now enjoys the light hearted attacks and will respond by rolling me over.
I am a lucky young border, loving life and loving my sister - long may it continue.
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