... but neither my husband nor I had ever heard that typical collie "groan" before. All new to us was said method of communication. Each and every time the little one moved or turned over, out would come (from the depths of the nether regions beneath our bed) something very akin to a grunt. What on earth did that mean? Was he miserable? Happy? Just expressing life?A call to his dear breeder the following morning had Sabine explaining (somewhat endearingly indignant, she was, given my ill amd most inappropriate use of the term "grunt") the many levels of collie communication.
Born into a large canine clan then consisting of four litter brothers, one litter sister, a grandmother and numerous aunts and uncles of the collie variety, Cloud left his breeder's hands with a whole wealth of experi-ence in dealing with other dogs. Once he became part of our house-hold, we took great care to build upon those well-laid foundations with regard to socialization by participating in puppy groups at our local dog club and by giving him plenty of opportunity during our daily hikes to interact with the local canines. Our experience thus far has been excellent. Cloud remains the easy-going, entirely non-aggressive and non-territorial canine companion with "whom" we were entrusted when he was eight weeks old by Sabine Scheinkönig.
Ready equipped for love of our then-kitten now-cat (sometimes over-whelmingly so from the feline perspective), much less fond of things wet and watery, extroverted, careful with his own toys but inclined to destruction of the cat's playthings, desirous of harmony and tranquility, unused to and fairly allergic to loud voices, quickly house-trained and ever trancefully fond of brush, comb and his weekly grooming sessions.
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