I began to remember all the gifts that she had given me over the years. I wondered if I had returned her devotion in kind?
Perhaps they do not do the tasks at hand because we are not conveying the message in a clear enough way for them to understand. More than likely they are feeling the pressure of the sheep or environment that we do not see?
Why hadn’t I seen that? It was because in my mind I thought I was right and she was wrong. I failed to see her point of view. In spite of my failure, Tess carried on and did excellent on that run. As I went to sleep, I cuddled my little faithful dog to my chest and cried in her fur. She licked the tears from my face and I never doubted her again on her lift.
Her gift to me was to give me her heart and teach me how to handle a dog. Not to train a dog but to handle a dog. Her steady nature was a delight to me.
At home, she did anything I asked of her, no matter what the job.
She didn’t complain as I dried her off as she was definitely exhausted. She leaned into my arms as I toweled her dry and fell asleep standing up. I carried her to the bed and put her on my pillow. She gave me her all and I blessed the generations before her for this wonderful dog.
Her snores soon brought me back to reality, I stroked her head again and she gently stirred. My gift to her now is to make sure in her twilight years she will be spoiled as much as she has spoiled me. I can only hope my gift to her can show her how much I truly love her.