I have a good dog and a bad dog. Let me introduce Good Dog.
Good Dog is also known as Cricket. She is an Australian Shepherd, and has never lived off of a farm in her life. Born on a cattle farm, Cricket grew up surrounded by her 7 red and white siblings, as well as turkeys and big dark eyed cows. She herself is mostly black, with some brown and white markings. She won us over when we came to get her, but it was a close competition with her big brother. Big brother was a gorgeous fuzzy thing, with a broad chest and lovely markings. But, mother did not like boy dogs, and he was VERY wild, even a bit savage. So we got cricket. She then went to her new home (and got sick several times in the process) on... Another farm. She walked in to the house and immediately tore around the house, and scared my six year old self on to a chair where she could not touch me. Bad Dog revered her as Alpha since she first stepped in the house. Then the livestock problems started. First it was chickens. Cricket was fascinated by them. The way they bobbed their heads as they walked and their strange sounds intrigued her. So she chased them. We worried about how to protect our dear flock from the monster, but she solved that on her own. She bit a bird, and (forunately) only ripped the tail out, leaving the chicken unharmed. She hacked up feathers all night, and never touched another one. Then came the goats. Unlike the chickens, these creatures terrified the little dog. Their slightly demonic yellow eyes, and large horse, and strange sounds, as well as the electric fence they lived in, were very unlike the dull cows. Also, there was the fact that for once she had met an animal that wouldnt be herded. Oh no. There was herding going on, trust me. The goats herded her. She now will not go down to the bottom of the hill near where they live. She trained very easily, and soon was an intelligent, pretty dog. She does about one new smart thing once a day. Sadly, at the age of 8, Cricket is slowing down, but still enjoys many fun things. She likes to hunt mice, and run through her big farm, and go blackberry picking (and eat a few berries as well). She enjoys the company of Bad Dog too.
Bad Dog is a yellow lab who came from rough beginings, and we belive she feels, years and years after she came to us, that she needs to store up fat in case she is not fed for a few days, and must bark when tied out to alert the nearby house of her presence in case we never decide to untie her. That said, Molly, or Bad Dog, has some bad habits cause by what happened to her until she was 2. She eats everything. To name a few, a cat door and surrounding drywall, a remote, a sea urchin without spines that we brought from the beach, a jug (yes a whole full jug) of bleach, many sandwiches, and nerf bullets, my bird seed and my bird's waste if she can get her paws on it (and my birds would be eaten to if I gave her the chance). This all without medical treatement afterwards. She is annoying a weird, and gets a bad rash in the summer and itches and itches and itches. We have to bathe her with this perscription shampoo (it was a perscription filled for a lot of money each time we needed more until we found that it was for sale on amazon for very cheap as human shampoo). It soothes the rash for a week of two. But Molly is old now and slowing down. She likes to sleep, and be groomed with the vacuum cleaner hose.
So yeah those are my little furballs