|A lovely pair aren't they?|
The one on the right I ran over, I forget what happened to the one on the left, I think he was found dead on the chain one morning. Being found "dead" was reasonably commonplace.
They were fun to have around, cheerful (if dogs could be said to be cheerful) and were going to turn out quite good dogs.
The left hand one was rigid in some practices. Would only hop in or out of a vehicle at the passenger side from the rear. Wickedly I'd park the toyota with that part hard against a strainer post or something. Turned out he couldn't/wouldn't jump in if that spot wasn't free.
If I was on horseback he'd follow so close he'd be nearly brushing the horse's hocks. One "dog kicker" I used to ride laid him out properly. At first it seemed he'd been brain damaged, as he ran around in a strange fashion. Apart from a tiny sliver of skull missing from one eye socket, there seemed no lasting damage.
Here they are standing by the road near the house, in some nice green Rhodes grass.