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Sally The Border Collie đź’™

Sally The Border Collie đź’™

Sally the sheepdog shepherded her sheep

She would listen to “COME BY”” and “LIE DOWN DOG!!” Then round them all up in a heap..

Sally worked on a farm in the countryside, where the hills were steep and the rivers were wide

And each and every crack of dawn until the end of the day, Sally would fetch her flock..then she had to herd them “Away!!”

Heeding all those instructions as her master did shout, she would chase the sheep up and down the moorlands, and sort them all out!!

Goodness knows what Farmer Fred would have done without his devoted ally, She was the cleverest border collie dog for miles around was his bitch Sally

Coz Fred wasn’t born with eyes in the back of his head, he relied solely on Sally to scout everywhere instead

Aww “Me and my dog” Farmer Fred always thought..Sally had cost him a fortune but twas the best animal he had ever bought!!! 

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Greg Etsell

wonderful poem as always
i love sheep there so cute
and so is the border collie 
good morning Jill!!!!!!
i hope you have 
great day!!!!!!!
my great friend

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Jill Tait

Good Morning Greg & Thanking you so kindly as always my lovely friend ❤️💕❤️

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