Ronnie was stuck with me! He was a 13 year old heading sheepdog with years of experience and I was the new kid on the block. He rode on the back of my Landscout- sometimes we both fell off! but he always got back on -once with a bloody nose! He knew more about sheep than I ever would but he was patient with me and slowly I learned at least to be competent! But the time came, as it does to us all, when the brain was willing but the body couldn't handle it. He went blind. I could'nt watch him crash into fences , troughs and other dogs. It was my responsibility to end the torment for him. I shot him! I cried!
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