Sheep

After a fire at the farm where he was born, a young border collie's human family faces some tough times and have to make some difficult decisions -- selling off wool and a lot of sheep. Then one day a truck arrives and the young border collie and his brothers and sisters are rounded up and taken awa...

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Main Author: Hobbs, Valerie
Format: Books Print Book
Language:English
Published: New York : Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2006.
Edition:1st ed.
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520 |a After a fire at the farm where he was born, a young border collie's human family faces some tough times and have to make some difficult decisions -- selling off wool and a lot of sheep. Then one day a truck arrives and the young border collie and his brothers and sisters are rounded up and taken away from their parents. The pup acquires a series of owners and, over time, learns about life. He hopes that one day he'll find a forever home where he can fulfill his life's purpose of shepherding sheep. 
520 0 |a Sheep everywhere! The truck stopped, and they closed in all around us like a big gray woolly blanket, bawling and baaing, stinking like, well, like sheep. They were bigger than I was, every last one, and so many I couldn't count them, more sheep than I thought there were in the whole wide world. I ran back and forth, trying to look like I knew what I was doing, practicing my sheep eye. The sheep ignored me, like I was a pesky fly. After a while Dad told me to calm down, but I couldn't. I'd gotten a taste of what life was all about, and I didn't want to miss a second of it. It was tricky, but when you got the sheep going the way they were supposed to, you were happy inside. It was better than a good meal, better than a rubdown, even better than Mom saying you were her own best boy. When the sheep were right, you had that deep-down good feeling that you were making a difference. You were doing what you were meant to do, what you believed in, what you were really good at I'll tell you, nothing in the world is better than that. 
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650 0 |a Dogs  |v Juvenile fiction. 
650 0 |a Sheep  |v Juvenile fiction. 
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