How a medium dog can be friends with all.

One time coming home from town, my dad asked "Jackie, wanna run?" she dove under his feet and waited for the van to stop.

The Sander's three dogs, two were Dingoes and the other was a little one. The dingoes were cow dogs. They were also a little bigger than Jackie. Their dogs would come out to bark at anyone who passed by their house. These were the only dogs that Jackie ever barked at, only if I were around.

Just as Jackie was jumping out of the van, my dad said in a nearly inaudible whisper, "Sick 'em!" Jackie's feet hit the road running back to the dogs and started a fight with them. My dad had to stop the van and jump out to call her off of them. She

obeyed quickly and came back to the van then she ran home the quarter of a mile.

Jackie came to us when she was one. Being I named her, I called her my dog, even though she would pick different family members to be loyal to at different times.

I drive bus here in Montana and have about 120 kids each year.

I'm also a wife and mother to two wonderful children who support me in my writing and my "other kids".