Debby or David would have to confirm the dog’s identity, because I don’t remember him. But I do know this photo was taken when we lived in Colorado, which should make this Scotty, our Sheltie. Mother said that Scotty was super-protective of me and when I was outside, liked to herd me into his dog house so he could be sure I was safe. Apparently I thought this was hilarious, especially when he would follow me into the dog house and block the door so my mother couldn’t get to me.
On one occasion, she talked Scotty out, and as I was coming out after him, I caught my finger in some chicken-wire that was on his dog house. I began to scream, as children do, and she was bent over, trying to get my finger loose. Scotty was not amused at the idea that she was injuring me, came up behind her, and bit her on the butt. She said her frontier pants were so skin tight that he couldn’t get his teeth into her, though, and I was freed without any damage, either, so I guess it’s another story with a happy ending.
yep, that’s scottie (not sure how he spelled his name). maybe a collie, sheltie, something mix. ran away from someone who was tending him while we were on a trip to alabama. we didn’t know about it until our return, when no scottie.
That’s sad! I didn’t know that part of the story. No wonder movies and books about dogs always make me edgy.