Sunny is a herder by breed. I keep telling him, ‘they are not sheep!’, but it does not deter him from trying to steer all the other dogs. And where is he trying to make them go anyway; it isn’t that big of a play yard. I guess it really is the journey and not the destination in Sunny’s case.
He runs round and round, while barking and barking, and generally bugs the begeebers out of the other dogs. Well, the table has been turned and the chaser has become the chasee, and he is not happy about it. Nellie has been running Sunny ragged since she got here.
Dogs don’t have a real highly development sense of irony, but I do. Go get ‘em, Nellie!
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