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It was dark and misty this morning, still a bit cold at 6:00. It was the day for fall shearing. I glanced at the old dog, Tess. She was snoring loudly on the bed and had put in a full day the prior before, moving sheep from down the road and sorting. She also took on a pair of belligerent rams, head on and won. Her feet, soft from retirement, were sore from running on hot pavement and I could see she was dreaming, perhaps running as a youngster again.

 

I let her sleep on with her head on my pillow and gently called her daughter, Rainey. Rainey, still a youngster, not quite two, just started to learn the farm chores, leapt up from the bed, eyes bright and gleaming.

 

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I shivered as I walked outside and Rainey danced in glee. The main flock was hidden in the mist, soft, shadowy shapes, and Rainey turned to me, a gentle wag of her tail. I gave her a flank and she shot off like bullet and I waited. I could see nothing but white. Nothing appeared.

Suddenly they appeared. A white wave of wool followed by a black dot. I counted and the young one had brought the entire flock, without a word from me.

 

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I opened the gate and they streamed in. The old dog, Tess did well with her daughter. Tess can sleep in and I now, have a good partner.

 

Rainey smiled at me, her white teeth sharp against her pink tongue. I reached down to her, petted her on her silky head and said, “That’ll do, Rain.”

 

And she will do, just fine in fact.

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It was dark and misty this morning, still a bit cold at 6:00. It was the day for fall shearing. I glanced at the old dog, Tess. She was snoring loudly on the bed and had put in a full day the prior before, moving sheep from down the road and sorting. She also took on a pair of belligerent rams, head on and won. Her feet, soft from retirement, were sore from running on hot pavement and I could see she was dreaming, perhaps running as a youngster again.

 

I let her sleep on with her head on my pillow and gently called her daughter, Rainey. Rainey, still a youngster, not quite two, just started to learn the farm chores, leapt up from the bed, eyes bright and gleaming.

 

RainB.jpg

I shivered as I walked outside and Rainey danced in glee. The main flock was hidden in the mist, soft, shadowy shapes, and Rainey turned to me, a gentle wag of her tail. I gave her a flank and she shot off like bullet and I waited. I could see nothing but white. Nothing appeared.

Suddenly they appeared. A white wave of wool followed by a black dot. I counted and the young one had brought the entire flock, without a word from me.

 

RainA.jpg

 

I opened the gate and they streamed in. The old dog, Tess did well with her daughter. Tess can sleep in and I now, have a good partner.

 

Rainey smiled at me, her white teeth sharp against her pink tongue. I reached down to her, petted her on her silky head and said, “That’ll do, Rain.”

 

And she will do, just fine in fact.

 

 

Diane,

 

Your description is just beautiful . Your respect for Tess and your enthusiasm for Rainey shine through

with love for both.

 

 

I met both girls at Klamath and from their demeanor it is clear they are two happy campers with Diane. Now Diane, if you can just put some weight ( or take some off??) Rainey she will be perfect!! Ha Ha!

 

Carolyn

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