Inspired by the sorrow story of Jason Porter, through the eyes of
Miss (my border collie)
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| Photo by: Clare Wilkinson |
I woke up this
morning to a strange sound, it was like a horrible ruffling sound, like someone
trying to sleep with a blocked nose and a raspy throat in the night. As I opened
my eyes there she was staring at me. Her eyes looked as though they could pop
out of her head any second due to the amount of excitement she held within her
petite body. She was always a happy soul; you know like one of those ones who
would get excited over the rain, or a bird flying past or even a butterfly in
the back yard. But this time my best mate Honey had come to tell me that she had
found an ant, like really, an ant! Who cares about an ant! Small things amuse
small minds I guess.
As I stretched
my body out and slowly rose out of my comfortable blue kennel my bones ached as
I rose to my four paws, just so I could go see what all this fuss was about. Just
as I had suspected, nothing! It was all the same as the day before, Honey was
chasing small animals out of the yard (she thinks that she is the protector)
and the new girl Nikki was trying to catch her tail. I don’t quite know why I
was chosen to be in this yard, I mean I’m a border collie, a dog that is made
to work in sheep yards and the hot sun. Not to be pestered by two annoying
animals that wouldn’t even know the difference from a cow to a sheep.
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