Miss Fancy Chancey

This weekend Kb and I attempted to fish. With no luck. Guess that's why they call it fishing, huh? We decided to take my Sheltie, Miss Fancy Chancey along. Fancy Chance is just as her name describes. I'm not even sure she thinks she's a dog. She is the clumsiest dog I have ever seen. She can't stand up in the car or she'll crash into the floorboard if I barely tap the breaks. When she jumps off the couch or bed she more often than not, faceplants. Then limps around and barks for a bit like it's my fault or something. This happens almost every time. She's a bit over dramatic.

So at the deer lease we loaded our fishing gear up along with Fancy Chance. She didn't seem impressed with all the hard, dead grass she had to walk in. She followed us around even when we went back and forth to the truck to switch out fishing lures. She doesn't exactly get "exercise" so she was pretty worn out and hating life I think. Most dogs are pretty sure footed. My lab RemiDog can traverse any kind of terrain I put him in. Fancy Chance?? Not so much. You'd think she was climbing down a steep rock face to get to the water for a sip then God forbid if she might fall in. Maybe that's why I didn't catch anything. I was too busy laughing at her trying to be a "real" dog.

Lastly I'll leave you with this...

Most people have a Father/Son or Father/Daughter picture like this that I think is really sweet. Since Miss Fancy Chance and RemiDog are our only "kids" this will have to do for now.