It's my hundredth post and it's fitting that it should be about our oldest resident dog, Fly. We all think that Fly has aged incredibly well, considering the hard life she's had. She started off at a mean farmer's farm, where he said she 'was no good'. She was then given to my Dad's uncle, who had enough dogs on his plate. At the time, my Dad was looking for a good dog, and when Fly was offered, he took her.
Within a month, Fly was working sheep perfectly, with Bruce, our other great dog at the time.
In 1999, Fly and Bruce were on the way back home from a job at an out farm in the link box, behind the tractor. When my Dad pulled into the yard and got out, he found Bruce and Fly in a tie. Two months later, Fly had puppies. They were so adorable! We already had enough dogs, so we didn't keep any of them. I believe one of them ended up being called 'Teddy'.
|Fly in 2001 while on a walk. She was eight-years-old.|
Now there's a bit of a gap, because I didn't have a camera, and for some reason we didn't take any pictures of beautiful Fly.
|Fly in 2007, when I got my first digital camera.|
Fly has aged very well and we are proud of her. She's been through so much, but she can still crack a smile.
|Relaxing in the yard last Summer, Fly is still a happy dog.|
Kim couldn't care less that it's my hundredth post.
|Can you hear youself?|
understand care that this is a milestone in blogging.
Kim, don't do that! You'll get stuck.
|Uhh... little help?|
And that photo wasn't a set up - she really did get a branch impossibly stuck in her lead's cleak.
Am I the only one who cares that this is my hundredth post?!
|Yes! Now let me... *YAWN* ...get some sleep!|
Ben - he's bound to care...
|I can't care... because you've only gone and put me on the wall.|
This morning, though, Ben did take a look at Brenda...
|Are you... a sheep?|
There's hope in the 'ol dog yet!