Betsy went to her first auction yesterday, outside, crowds of people, and speakers. Who would have ever thought that shy little Betsy would be able to do this, but she walked right into the crowd like the Queen she is and allowed a select few to pet her head - maximum 3 strokes. Not one bark.
Some goofball explained to us that we didn't know what we had, but she was a Navajo sheep dog, brought by the Government to the Navajo Indians from the Basque part of Spain to herd sheep. He said those types of dogs were rare and cost about $2000 each, so we'd better take care of her. Lyndon listened patiently, Betsy twitched her nose, I said "She is a Valley Center girl, not a reservation dog", and she and I strolled away.
Betsy did like patroling around the garbage can until I realized that not all food had hit the inside and after 3 bites of hotdog buns we found another place to walk around. It was cool, we left the car open, backed into a shelterbelt, and she took a long nap while we stacked stuff around her.