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Our first sheltie, Sheila, was very territorial and I never opened the front door without shutting her in first. One Saturday, we seemed to have a procession of people knocking at the door and Sheila became very agitated. My husband was working in the front garden and when he had finished, he knocked on the door. I opened it without shutting Sheila away because it was my husband. She shot out and bit him on the ankle!
Another funny story about Sheila was the frightened coalman. He used to deliver coal once a fortnight, but was afraid to come into the yard if Sheila was loose. So I decided that I'd have to show her that he was not an intruder, and not to be barked at. With his agreement, I introduced her to him and he patted her, and she licked a clean patch on his face. I thought she had accepted him, until I put her down and she immediately bit his (well-protected) ankle. She never did accept him.
Sheila was left behind in a town carpark one Saturday. Loading two kids and shopping, she somehow ended up outside the car when we set off. We drove home, about an hour and a half then suddenly realised Sheila wasn't there. We rushed back to the car park (total of 3 hours) and found her sitting in the parking spot we had used. The car park attendant said she wouldn't let any cars park there!
We used to take her shopping in Newcastle - a large city - without a lead. It never occurred to me that she might get lost. She stayed very close, often I could feel her head against my knee, into shops and markets. She was a remarkable dog.
Another funny story about Sheila was the frightened coalman. He used to deliver coal once a fortnight, but was afraid to come into the yard if Sheila was loose. So I decided that I'd have to show her that he was not an intruder, and not to be barked at. With his agreement, I introduced her to him and he patted her, and she licked a clean patch on his face. I thought she had accepted him, until I put her down and she immediately bit his (well-protected) ankle. She never did accept him.
Sheila was left behind in a town carpark one Saturday. Loading two kids and shopping, she somehow ended up outside the car when we set off. We drove home, about an hour and a half then suddenly realised Sheila wasn't there. We rushed back to the car park (total of 3 hours) and found her sitting in the parking spot we had used. The car park attendant said she wouldn't let any cars park there!
We used to take her shopping in Newcastle - a large city - without a lead. It never occurred to me that she might get lost. She stayed very close, often I could feel her head against my knee, into shops and markets. She was a remarkable dog.
Good thing your Chelsea was the smart one that day, John! Great story and a wonderful ending.