One week ago this morning we lost Jag. It has been a difficult week dealing with his loss. I have been learning to do chores without my Jaggie. That is a difficult thing for me. I can't take things for granted any more. I have to be on my toes at all times now as my younger dogs aren't trained as far as Jag was and I can't take it for granted that when I ask for a flank it is going to be nice and wide and I can't take it for granted that I can give a flank command and turn my back and continue doing what I need to do. I need to watch and use every time on the sheep as training. I know that they will get better, the more that I use them and work with them. But, I still miss my Jag. He was my boy, my conversationalist. Oh, the conversations that we had together. We used to poke fun at Steve and talk about other things.
We miss you, Jag. Thanks for the Monarch butterflies.
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