Friday

I borrowed some flowers from Spring.
and a picture of sunlight in the treesand a live rooster.

I am at loose ends today.
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I am so frustrated with Gypsy's chicken fetish! I had to keep her tied and that is not good for any dog.

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When I came home from work, I took her for a long walk AWAY from the chickens. She ran and played and my guilt said she was asking why I had tied her up. She happily played in the creek and with the other dogs. She also, without being asked, ran the calves into the pasture and stopped when they were in.

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I had retied her and thought I shall leave her out. I heard the whines with a quiver at the end as if Gypsy was freezing. She could not understand that I was holding a grudge about the rooster. In her doggy mind, that was long forgotten but I could not forget the fact that I had to present my sister with her dead rooster.

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Andrew asked if I was leaving her out, I said yes. He said nothing.

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I listened to the soft whines as I read my emails and I caved in! Yes, softy me, I could not leave her out. I unclipped her and she ran to the door as if to say, why did you wait so long, I wanted to be in with you.

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Gypsy galloped into the house, there is no other way to describe her run, since she is so big. Ran to me and sat, showing me she was a good girl. Begging for attention. I felt the chicken killing fiasco that had settled like ice around my heart, melting away by her big brown eyes. I totally relented and told her she was a good girl. Gypsy laid at my feet for quite some time, just being there.

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Then since she knew I was okay she galloped into Andrew's room and settled in for the night.