A Farewell To Frankie
The first time Gay and I knew anything about Frankie was on the website of Libby Pound in Montana. There was a picture of her sat by her tree with her head lowered, reminiscent of the engaging coy look for which Princess Diana was famed. The caption underneath the picture extolled her virtues and added, “She only wants loving.” We went to see her.
Frankie came out from the works of the Pound avoiding our gaze, head down, and her tail tucked between her legs, a sure signs that a dog is afraid and cautious. When we approached her she did not shy away but accepted our strokes, scratches, and loving words as if she enjoyed them. We told the staff that we would take her and arranged to call for her after Thanksgiving was done.
We regretted making her wait another week when we thought about it later, because the Libby Pound had earned a reputation as a brutal place staffed by brutal workers, and Frankie was smart enough to know what went on around her. Frankie would have been put down if she was not adopted soon after she was turned in by her former owner, a woman called Michelle from Eureka, about sixty miles north of Libby.
She had had Frankie since she was a small puppy, but when Frankie’s herding instinct kicked in at about six months, she found her herding …show more content…
I know the arithmetic does not work but you had to see Shep to understand his dimensions. Being an old dog he had just about run out of energy, leg muscles, and joints that worked properly. However, as soon as Frankie met Shep she designated him as her personal flock and spent hours each day trying to get the old chap out of retirement. There must be something in this persistence business that is valuable because the old chap began grumbling to his feet and getting out of the house to do his best to chase after Frankie as she sped through the forest in pursuit of imaginary
The first time Gay and I knew anything about Frankie was on the website of Libby Pound in Montana. There was a picture of her sat by her tree with her head lowered, reminiscent of the engaging coy look for which Princess Diana was famed. The caption underneath the picture extolled her virtues and added, “She only wants loving.” We went to see her.
Frankie came out from the works of the Pound avoiding our gaze, head down, and her tail tucked between her legs, a sure signs that a dog is afraid and cautious. When we approached her she did not shy away but accepted our strokes, scratches, and loving words as if she enjoyed them. We told the staff that we would take her and arranged to call for her after Thanksgiving was done.
We regretted making her wait another week when we thought about it later, because the Libby Pound had earned a reputation as a brutal place staffed by brutal workers, and Frankie was smart enough to know what went on around her. Frankie would have been put down if she was not adopted soon after she was turned in by her former owner, a woman called Michelle from Eureka, about sixty miles north of Libby.
She had had Frankie since she was a small puppy, but when Frankie’s herding instinct kicked in at about six months, she found her herding …show more content…
I know the arithmetic does not work but you had to see Shep to understand his dimensions. Being an old dog he had just about run out of energy, leg muscles, and joints that worked properly. However, as soon as Frankie met Shep she designated him as her personal flock and spent hours each day trying to get the old chap out of retirement. There must be something in this persistence business that is valuable because the old chap began grumbling to his feet and getting out of the house to do his best to chase after Frankie as she sped through the forest in pursuit of imaginary