Starbuck

Starbuck is a Checzoslavakian Shepherd, with K-9 in his bloodline. Minds better than any dog I have ever had. When I clear out an area on the place here, I pile the brush and limbs where they can dry out. After a few months I will burn the pile and clean it up. In the meantime, rats and chipmunks make their burrows and nests in there. Starbuck and Dakota have a grand time digging up and chasing the varmits. In the ditch beside the last pile, the dirt is soft and red. Starbuck is black, but after about 5 minutes he is red with dirt. As a result of digging and swimming in the ponds every day, he gets eye infections. To treat this, Sheila gives him eye drops with a dropper. He hates this with a passion. When she comes around with the dropper in her hand he heads the other way.

     Always a very loving and happy dog, he runs to greet you everytime you come outside. One day I had them out of the pen in the front yard, and Sheila came out into the garage. Starbuck heard her and ran to meet her. The garage floor is polished concrete and very slick, especially when you have long nails on your paws. When she lifted her hand, he got a look at the dropper. Well, he tried to stop, but the floor was to slick, and he had to much speed built up. When he saw that he could not stop in time, he dropped his butt to the floor to stop. Well, that worked out very well, because when he did stop he was at Sheila's feet on his butt, sitting with his head up looking at her with wide open eyes. That was the easiest time she ever had of treating his eyes. He did not learn his lesson, though, because he still runs up to us at breakneck speed just to say hello. 
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