These are the three dogs who play in my garden. That is Buddy on the left, Rusty in the middle and Scrap on the right.

This is a portrait of Buddy, our senior dog at almost eleven years of age. Off all the dogs I have ever owned, he understands language the best. He cocks his ears and twists his head to catch every word I say.

These days, his main preoccupation is food. Buddy is never to proud to beg for table scraps.

Buddy's best talent is singing. He is a champion howler. A few notes of any song and he is happy to sing right along.

This is Scrap, a born trouble maker. He has been known to get into the kitchen cupboards and help himself to whatever he finds there. He even managed to break into the fridge one time. Seriously! We came home  one night to find there was nothing left of last night's roast, but a grease spot on the kitchen floor. I am sure the other two dogs helped him to eat the roast beef, but we knew Scrap was the ring leader-he was still wearing the cherry pie that he had for dessert after he polished off the roast. Needless to say, we now lock up the kitchen before heading out.

Scrap lives to be outside. He loves to play with a soccer ball, kicking it with his front knees and controlling its direction with his nose. The worst thing about this is that he never wants to play by himself.  He barks continually in his efforts to convince others to join in on his fun.

Scrap considers all squirrels to be his arch enemies. He tears down the length of yard, barking at them in the tree tops.

This is Rusty. A local breeder gave us Rusty. Apparently no one wanted him. We don't exactly what happened to Rusty in the first year of his life, but he arrived at our house dirty and so skinny that you could feel his ribs. He was nervous to the point of neurotic.

These days he his a happy, cubby fellow but he has never quite lost those early personality quirks.

He is terrified of hairdryers.

He refuses to go out in the rain. If forced to go out, he prances through the wet grass trying to avoid getting his feet wet.

Rusty will only eat when he feels absolutely secure.

His favorite spot is a tiny perch tucked into a corner on the landing in the front hall. There he surveys the world from the safety and security of his tiny dog bed. 

Gardening with three dogs definitely has its challenges. Scrap runs the soccer ball over my plants crushing them like a steam roller. All three of them tear through the flower beds burning off boundless Sheltie energy. 

In spring, I cope by putting up small fences to cut off favorite shortcuts through the flower beds and install low wire hoops to protect emerging plants from being trampled under foot. Still, there is always some carnage.

But I love them to bits and so I forgive them every time.

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