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| She who must be in my lap at all times |
We've had non-stop rain all day. I'm making vegetarian chili and doing fun training things with the dogs.
Long ago, back in Arizona, Tux decided she would deliver our morning newspaper and she has continued the tradition here. It's a long walk down to the box at the road but she's good about carrying the paper all the way into the house and delivering to me. I then make a big fuss about it and give lots of hugs.
Our diva dog, Hattie, goes with Bob and Tux in the morning, and has apparently been keeping an eye on how this thing works. This morning she made her move. She grabbed the paper from Tux and ran to the head of the driveway. Bob took it from her there and gave it back to Tux, but Hattie was having none of that. She gave Bob a sly look, snatched the paper again and raced to the porch. Bob once again gave it to Tux to bring into the house but Hattie ran to me first, whole body wagging with excitement, to tell the story of who really carried the paper.
It reminds me of Tag who was so jealous of the attention Tux got for this job he would grab the paper and throw it on the ground with a look of disgust. He would take quail and rabbit that she caught away from her and bring them to me with that same expression of disgust as if saying, Look what she's done now. What a character. That's border collies for you.
