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I didn't want to hijack Faulkner's Amber Alert story, but the pictures of Daisy reminded me of Lady, one of Daisy's kin.
When my oldest son was a toddler my wife learned of a couple that was going to have to surrender an adult female border collie due to a move to a no pets apartment. When we met Lady, the folks warned us that she got along with everybody but hated hippies. We didn't think that would be a problem.
A couple of years later, although my primary assignment was homicide, I was doing a lot of after-hours countersurveillance for narcotics. One night we busted a marijuana dealer in his residence. I sat in his living room answering the phone while the narcs went for a search warrant. I did a "Dave's not here, but come on over" routine for anyone who called wanting to buy dope and they joined Dave directly.
Between the arrest, the bogus sales and the search I was in the place for 3-4 hours and dragged home in the wee hours. Not wanting to wake the wife and kids I eased as quietly as I could through the front door and was greeted with a guttural growl and snapping white teeth. Lady had me backed against the door and preparing for the worst when she finally recognized my voice and stood down. Her ears went flat, her tail between her legs and the most sheepish (pardon the pun) expression I've ever seen on a dog on her face. Turns out what Lady hated was not hippies but the odor of a certain burning leafy green vegetable substance and I was saturated with it.
She was protecting her flock. As a fellow sheepdog, I understood.
When my oldest son was a toddler my wife learned of a couple that was going to have to surrender an adult female border collie due to a move to a no pets apartment. When we met Lady, the folks warned us that she got along with everybody but hated hippies. We didn't think that would be a problem.
A couple of years later, although my primary assignment was homicide, I was doing a lot of after-hours countersurveillance for narcotics. One night we busted a marijuana dealer in his residence. I sat in his living room answering the phone while the narcs went for a search warrant. I did a "Dave's not here, but come on over" routine for anyone who called wanting to buy dope and they joined Dave directly.
Between the arrest, the bogus sales and the search I was in the place for 3-4 hours and dragged home in the wee hours. Not wanting to wake the wife and kids I eased as quietly as I could through the front door and was greeted with a guttural growl and snapping white teeth. Lady had me backed against the door and preparing for the worst when she finally recognized my voice and stood down. Her ears went flat, her tail between her legs and the most sheepish (pardon the pun) expression I've ever seen on a dog on her face. Turns out what Lady hated was not hippies but the odor of a certain burning leafy green vegetable substance and I was saturated with it.
She was protecting her flock. As a fellow sheepdog, I understood.
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