Jean and I have discovered the perfect type of home for Phoebe.
Alison · Oct. 4, 2006
She needs to live in a field. Jean was scooping horse poop and I stopped to chat on my way from barn to bed. Phoebe was with me (the other guys had finished their run and were waiting inside the gate) While Jean worked and I didn't, I watched Phoebe flying hither and yon whereever that frantic little brain of hers flitted to next. Spritely came dancing in full speed up from the bottom pasture and Phoebe flew across the field to join her as she flew. Then She rushed back to us until she heard the dogs rattling the gate, which is when she bounded over to see what they were doing. Once she determined it was nothing, she bounced back towards us and sat at my side looking up at me expectently. I mentioned to Jean, that Phoebe is a good dog in a field, Jean said and she's quiet too. So who do we know who is really, really nice, super responsible, with a good head on their shoulders, who lives in a open field somewhere? Phoebe would like to meet them.