This weeks picture of Tippy was taken a couple of years ago on the track to the farm.
I'm going home with dad.
I'd been to get some hay for the sheep and met Vicki and the dogs on the way back. In her later years Tippy used to find the walk to the farm was far enough and if you wanted her to go further you had to put her on the lead because she would just root herself to the ground and either refuse to go further or turn tail and head for home.
Who said I was to old to run, I'll beat that lot home.
You could shout her all you wanted but she would refuse to hear you. It was times like that when it was hard to remember that up until retiring she was a highly trained sheep dog.
Come on, get the door open its freezing out here.
She was always a dog that knew her own mind right from a puppy.