So, yesterday I took a break from all the packing, lifting, shuffling of goods to actually run the girls. I think they have been wondering what the hell they did to deserve the copious amounts of neighborhood walks and severe lack of ball throwing of late.
Kate was on a roll. Lots of actual ball getting yesterday.
Not bad for the girl who is referred to by other park goers as The One Who Never Gets The Ball
Some People just shorten it to The One Who Misses
I suppose, if I’m being honest, they do have a point
Then I yelled at Bella for something. Remember Bella?
And Kate thought she was in trouble. If you ever want to learn about dog body language and calming signals you only need spend and hour or so with Miss Kate.
She put herself in a time out. Which is weird because I am so not a time out person.
Then she sits there looking at me waiting for me to undo what I never did in the first place
Can I go now?
Yes, off with yourself. Go stalk squirrels.
It’s a shame that the only time she looks remotely Border Collie-ish is when she hunting. Boo for sheep-loser dogs!
She is a pretty little thing, though, right?
And totally unrelated to Kate punishing herself…
This pic sums them up so well. Bella is firmly planted and still. Kate is on her tippy-toes ever so slightly leaning, leaning, leaning. I bet if I waited long enough she would just fall over.