Many people on my road know my dog Jasmine. Cheerful kids run up and hug her as she runs towards them, bicyclists yell at her as she runs towards them, and people with other dogs soon learn she is friendly as she runs towards them. Most everyone knows her name (for better or worse) and also know that even though she is large, she is friendly.
To me, I call her my little sister. Most of the time I love her more than life itself, and a few times I want to kill her because she pulled the twenty pound thawing turkey out of the sink and tries to eat it. But what can you say, she is a dog.
In my horse training she is invaluable. She sits by the ring and watches me work, even when it is very hot out. The horses get used to her and accept her company. I usually don't have anyone around to escort my green horses on their first trail ride or ride on the road. But Jasmine is always there and eager. The horses learn to follow her as if she is another horse. The other day Liza was very scared of a log in the trail. I called to Jasmine to come back and show Liza that it is nothing to worry about. After Liza saw Jasmine jump the log a couple times, she went over it. Jasmine does the same for mud, streams and traffic etc. And every night all she wants is a bowl of dog food and half the bed!
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