My youngest brother and sister-in-law have followed my Mum’s predilection for Shetland sheep-dogs. Marley was purchased from pedigree stock about 2 years ago, and is very much their surrogate child. He is a most pampered pooch with a choice of baskets, his own doggie seat and belt for the car, and more toys than Hamley’s.
Marley is undoubtedly a very handsome sheltie – an expensive thoroughbred, although, much to my bro’s disappointment, Marley is too small for studding out. Too bad as it is an extremely lucrative industry.
Nonetheless, Marley has more qualifications than Boy himself, with awards for both discipline and agility. Marley attends agility classes every Friday evening and Boy invited me last week.
The class is made up of predominantly middle aged eccentrics (almost all divorced women), and the teacher is a strict disciplinarian. She is clearly a woman with a mission who seems to spend more of her time training the owners than the dog. Heaven help you if a mistake is made.
A classic evening out!
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